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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Since being helped by Kalgalath and Magic, fed a good amount and welcomed into the pack, Tyson had steadily been growing healthier. It had only been a couple of days, though remembering measures of time wasn’t his strong point, but there was a noticeable difference in the pup. The tiny bundle of skin and bone that had stumbled into the pack lands had put on a little muscle, closer now to his once bulky appearance. Fur of mixed browns was beginning to look less limp and ragged; small clumps were still missing, meaning his fluffy appearance was affected, but there was improvement. His eyes still held the strong-headed fire that made him able to give attitude to the alpha, despite the instincts screaming for self preservation. Luckily Kalgalath had allowed him in, offering him a home where he needn’t change that personality. It was a promise from the huge male that had towered over him, the adult who was one of the few that the pup was able to begin respecting.

Having only met the alpha and Magic, nobody had offered to take the pup under their wing yet. He didn’t know whether anyone would, but so long as he got food he didn’t mind so much. Tyson missed his mother. He still thought about her, but given the fickle nature of a young pup’s mind his memories were faded around the edges now. He was aware that he’d left the lands she’d told him to find sanctuary in, the area he had planned to wait for her, but held onto the naïve thought that she’d find him. Of course she would, she was his mother after all. She’d been there his whole life, and that hadn’t changed now. He was perfectly content to explore and show off his attitude until she picked him up. Ducking into a sudden play bow, pausing in the undergrowth he’d been batting through, his stubby tail wagged high over his head. With a noise resembling a strangely pitched growl, the pup leapt forward through the bush and landed clumsily on the other side. His balance remained for half a second before he collapsed in a messy heap.

An irritated scowl set on his young features, he clambered up onto overly large paws and set forward in an unsteady rush. His chest soared and eyes lit up in excitement as he pushed on, glad to be able to run again without exhaustion from starvation. With a last jump, Tyson ended up stumbling through foliage past trees, ending up at the large lake he’d been shown by the alpha upon joining the pack. His ears perked and he panted heavily. Though vigorous with youth, the physical strain his body had been subjected too meant that his stamina wasn’t what it once was. He stood for a few moments, regaining his breath and looking around. His head cocked to the side when he spotted the figure of an adult stood by the lake, the tips of her toes just touching the water. The pup watched as she dipped down to take a drink, before resting fully on the ground before the lake.

Tyson watched the black pelted femme for a few more seconds, before a wicked idea came to mind. Narrowing his eyes and curling his lip up, he set off in a rapid bound as quickly as he could in her direction. Paying no heed to the sound he was making, nor the winds carrying his scent, the young lad let out a joyous snarl as he leapt just as he reached the stranger. The bound, as aimed, reached the shoulders of the femme as the youngster grabbed onto her left ear to tug playfully with his teeth. His weight and size was barely that to make him deserving of the title wolf, yet given time he’d be able to grow into a strong fighter. Right now, balance was what most needed developing as evidenced by the fact that barely a second after grabbing the adult’s ear his hind legs, still moving forward with his running motion, sent him over into a backflip so that he landed in a pile on the other side of her. On his back, he struggled back to his feet before staring dead at the femme, ready (in his head only) to take her on if she was angry, or to talk or play if she was amused by his action. His expression was bold and unafraid, with the ever present hint of stubborn wit that had kept him alive since being separated from his mother.

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||Tyson|| ||No Mate|| ||Aurora Borealis|| ||Pup||





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