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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\\ adult / maiden / Aurora Borealis / heart aches for Cody \\

The familiar smell of her pack mate tickles the girl's nostrils and her audettes prick. Her brown skull swings around, gems seeking out the obsidian pelt she has come to know and trust. Eyes searching, they finally land on the familiar form, moving to meet the guarded orange luminaries. Her lips pull even higher, banner swaying happily. She begins to step closer to the strong male with her maw parted, about to greet him when he beats her to it. The question is casual but she sees the look in his eyes and starts to shake her head, the smile slipping. Now don't look at me like that, King Kong. The lass may have been a good bit smaller than her friend but what she lacked in size she made up for in personality, holding herself tall. Her tone is stern yet defeated and accompanied by a small sigh. Not really waiting for a response, she opens her mouth again to answer his question. I'm doing... Well, it's the usual. She gives a small shrug, glancing at the ground for a moment before looking back up at Kong. In that moment, as broken and shattered as she was, Zig managed to look both very old and very young at the same time. But still, there was no mistaking the gleam of hope in her eyes, as fierce and determined as the valkyrie herself.

She let silence ensue for a while, not sure what she wanted to say or how she wanted to say it. Her amber pools gazed up at the clear blue sky, the sun's rays bringing out the dazzling blue flecks that usually lay hidden there. With the ghost of a smile, Zig turned back to her elder pack mate. You know, I think he's gonna do good for us, for the pack. I think he's just what we need.. Her tone held a growing adoration, still unknown to her. The silent words she left unspoken hung thick in the air around her. He's what we need but not what I want. Not who I want. Not who I love... But no, none of that mattered. What was important was the good of the pack, not the feeling of one sensitive little girl. With that, the small timber wolf's expression hardens as she stands silently.

talking.




sorry this is so shitty... i promise to try harder next time !! ^^"

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