aurora borealis- noun plural: An aurora that occurs in northern regions of the earth. Also called northern lights.

In the middle of a dense forest of coniferous trees lies the Aurora Borealis pack, its name coming from its location. At certain times of the year, the northern lights appear, dancing almost magically in the sky. A narrow trail leads you through the close evergreens. Giving into temptation, you begin moving your paws. By venturing into this territory, you are venturing into a land belonging to a pair of feared leaders. You have heard rumors of them...but you decide to take your chances and hope that the tales of blood and death are merely fabricated stories to scare wolves.

You have walked nearly five minutes before you realize the sound of paws stepping somewhere from behind. Deciding that you've made a mistake, you quickly turn around, but find that you cannot go any further. Standing before you is one of the mighty kings you've heard of. His blood red pelt clings over perfectly toned bands of muscle. But that isn't what causes such fear in your veins. One of his amber eyes has a horrid, bleeding scar across it, and his good eye seems to stare right through you. His face is expressionless, giving off none of his intentions. You cower away as his jaws part.

"I'm Hell Demon."

His voice was deep and cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Right where he left off, another voice picks up from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself facing another male with steely muscles beneath his pelt, which seems to consist of every shade of brown. He had startled you, and you're amazed how you hadn't at all detected his approach.

"And I am Ghost...we're the alphas of Aurora Borealis."

His deep voice was laced thickly with a Native American accent. His own golden eyes are directing a harsh glare your way. Now you're caught in the middle...your breathing has become heavy in your panic and you're not sure which to face.

"You've foolishly trespassed into our territory. You face the one called Hell Demon's whose voice is once more addressing you. Get out, or become a corpse along our border."

It's obvious they mean business. So now it's up to you...take your chances and stay, or heed their warning and waste no time getting out with your life.

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Tyson had been making his way through this unknown pack’s territory when a large shadow suddenly descended on him. He stumbled back, shaky legs barely keeping him up, and glared at the intruding figure with still sharp eyes. The young pup’s head tilted up and up until he finally met eyes with the huge brute that stood before him. To the small figure even the smallest of adult wolves would seem large, so a fully grown male towered above him. The feisty male wasn’t intimidated, far from it, but he knew that if he was going to find food or someone to look after him he’d have to be more respectful than he usually was. By the tone of the brute’s voice and the way he stood, Tyson guessed he must be someone of importance. He was reminded of the male upon the rock at Andere Seite, who’d been in some sort of power struggle with the female that allowed him into the pack. Perhaps the figure before could even be the alpha of this pack. If that was the case, the pup hoped he wouldn’t be harsh on young wolves stumbling through his lands.

The scrawny pup, much in need of being fattened out after that time without eating, wasn’t sure how to respond to the stranger’s questioning. "I’m lost," he bit out, upper lip curled up to reveal tiny, sharp canines. Despite knowing he shouldn’t be rude to a wolf that could easily kill him, he couldn’t help it. It was in his nature to act stand-offish no matter the circumstance. An attempt at a growl came from the pup, the sound of grumbling thunder from deep within the chest of an adult dampened to almost a squeak from one so small. His frown deepened at that, annoyance in himself evident. He couldn’t get out the threatening sounds he wanted even in full health, so in the state he was in at the moment he looked more like a pitiful mess than the head strong pup he was in his mind. Only his eyes, holding the gaze of the wolf despite him mostly likely being the alpha, betrayed his true personality.

A grumble sounded out, louder than the growling attempt, and his head snapped down to glare at his own stomach. The sudden movement sent him off balance and he toppled back until he ended up on his haunches, paws spread out in different directions. His ears flattened back in annoyance more than embarrassment and he whacked the ground with one front paw in a display of temper, before he remembered the brute before him and glared back up into those eyes.

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||Tyson|| ||No Mate|| ||No Pack|| ||Pup||





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