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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The air was cool yet the sun burnt against the backs of working soldiers, trudging on with day to day life. The world was peaceful and quiet for most wolves, but not for a small grey wolf pup wandering aimlessly towards an unknown terra; flinching and jumping at the slightest of sounds. For him every day was a nightmare, for him every day was a living hell.

Heart pumping and raspy breathing was nothing out of the ordinary for Destan. It was all the grey wolf pup had ever known. His life had consisted of twists and turns, every corner causing fear and distress. He had never known relaxation. He had hardly felt happy. His life was a jittery mess, that had caused too much pain and heart ache to try and remember. His parents had abandoned him, not wanting a panic ridden pup to take care of. He had been left to wander the forest on his own, learning quickly in order to survive.

His weary paws trudged forward; the only thing keeping him going was the fear of turning back. His parents had said nothing to him about what to do while he was on his own. They raised him till he was just old enough to fend for himself and then left him with only his name and anxieties within his mind. He had no idea about what to do or where to go, but still the monsters drove him forwards. How could a pup with so many fears age without mistakes? If his parents had left him, purely out of shame and disgust, then how could any other accept him? He was a mistake, a bundle of worries that should have been killed when it was born! His father’s snarls rang through his ear drums. His own flesh and blood had sent him away; would the rest of his life be any different?

Running away from fears was something Destan had learnt to do from a very early age. Instead of turning and facing the monsters like a normal wolf, he would scarper, tail between legs and whimpering all the while. And so when a bombardment of scents entered his nares, the lad froze... Quivering at the thought of what had caused the smell. However he was old enough to know that the colognes were formed by others of his own kind. Most wolves would have felt comfort in the fact that others were nearby but not Destan. His leafy green eyes widened as a frightened whimper escaped his maw. NO NO NO he couldn’t let them see him. If they did surely they would finish what his father had set out to do. His fluffy tail swung between his legs, but no matter how much he tried to move his limbs would not allow it. They had welded him to the floor and every time he pulled they stuck more. A red mist descended on the boy as he held his breath nearly passing out from the thought of finding other wolves. Shush Destan... Shush the boy pleaded with himself to calm down. Last time he had gotten this worked up he had collapsed waking up a few hours later to a very angry looking mummy. It might not be too bad finding strangers.

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Word Count: 607
OOC: Sorry if the post is a little out of whack. I’m still getting used to his character.


Destan | Pupless | Loveless | No Pack | Slightly Older Pup
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