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 20, 2013 at 10:14:36 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Tyson gulped down the meat as quickly as he could, knowing only that he wished to fill the gnawing pain that spiked in his stomach at the first taste of flesh. He had no knowledge that pacing himself would prevent an ache later on, so his immediate reaction was to glare up at both adults advising him to do so. His sharp eyes shot back down to the carcass and he considered the advice for a moment. With a small whine he slowed his eating down, taking a few tiny strips slowly between his small teeth and chewing a little more carefully. He’d taken a fair amount in, though hardly a dent appeared more than had already been eaten; his small size required only a small amount of food, though in frequent sittings as he was beginning to grow. Kalgalath and Magic spoke as he finished his fill, stopping before he was completely full so that he’d not need to wait and rest in case the adults wanted to move on. Licking his lips to get rid of most of the excess blood, Tyson nodded up at the large male in confirmation that he’d finished eating. His stubby pup tail wagged slightly, posture already straighter and, though not taller, held with more of a confidence that made him give off an attitude older than he was. It would take a few days and some more food for his coat to get back its thicker, full appearance back, but he felt that he’d be fine from now on. Even if this pack was the same as the last he’d been welcomed into, at least he had a full belly to try and find a care giver on. With the pair he met so far, he hoped that wouldn’t be the case and they’d at the very least keep an eye on him and get him something to eat, for he felt he could grow to respect them. The alpha of the pack suggested he guide him around, asking the femme if she wished to join them, and the pup grew excited. His eyes lit up. "I want to see the territory," he barked out, voice stronger than it had been though still relatively weak compared to usual. He wanted to know his way around this new home, knowing that it would help him find other wolves if he was lost and worn out. He swivelled at a dragging sound, turning to see Magic moving the half eaten goat to hide in a hole beneath a tree a short distance away. As she came back to them, she asked whether they should go. "I want to go now," he responded, turning to look up at Kalgalath expectantly. For now his bad mood had been alleviated, recent food inside him settling his almost permanent scowl to a slightly softer, but impatient, glance. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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