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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Posted on April 5, 2013 at 10:48:36 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The young pup’s ears perked up as the alpha mentioned a pack member that was currently hunting, whose prey he’d be allowed to share. Saliva flooded his mouth at the thought of food and he licked his lips, stubby tail wagging a little. The fact that he’d be allowed food, probably soon, had cheered him up considerably and made him warm up a little to Kalgalath. It wasn’t enough for him to like the wolf towering above him, or trust him, but it was a start; the foundations were being built for him to eventually come to respect the alpha, should he be true to his word and allow Tyson to simply be himself. For now, the pup wasn’t looking to the future. The way he saw it, he needed something to eat and for that he needed adults to hunt for him. If entering this pack, which he’d never heard of before, was the way to get that then he’d settle with it. He didn’t realise that he’d probably end up sticking around, regaining his strength, learning to hunt and socialising with the pack members. As the other male explained hunting, Tyson listened with mild interest. At the last sentence, saying he was welcome to ask for assistance in the future, he nodded his head once in clear understanding. The brute turned away, leading to Tyson’s indecision. He could either do as he wished or follow Kalgalath. The first option would usually suit him more, but he was too weak to wander off for now. After a moment, he followed the alpha. "I’d like to rest," he spoke in a rough, grumbling voice as though trying to force himself to be polite, "and then eat." He was curious about the terrain around him, but he needed energy before going to explore. He wondered if one of the pack would show him around, but after the experience at Andere Seite didn’t hold up much hope for interaction with the rest of the pack. Tyson followed the alpha through the territory, noticing the different scents. Here the firs overran his nose, a different mix of scents to that he’d been exposed to before. A couple of times he was distracted, snapping at a flying insect that passed by or sniffing at a stray branch, but he tried his best to keep. Suddenly the brute disappeared behind a thick collection of trees. The pup frowned and stumbled forward into a loping run. He tripped as he entered the grove, landing face first with crossed, overly large paws. Untangling himself, he pulled himself up and made his way to sit at Kalgalath’s side, panting heavily. He looked up expectantly, waiting to see if they’d be staying here for the pack mate to arrive with food, or moving on. OOC: Do you want to start a new thread from this point, so that Magic can join in? ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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