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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For what seemed like hours, the lad had argued immensely with his demons trying to decide whether to stay or run away like he usually did. Truthfully the lad wasn’t even sure why he was here. It was more like he couldn’t move. He had been engulfed by scents of other wolves and had stuck fast, his limbs turning to stone. Finding strangers could maybe be a good thing. Surely they would provide him with food and shelter and warmth or they could be evil and hurt him or even worse... KILL HIM! Destan whimpered quietly to himself. He didn’t want to die; it was too scary to even think about. Every situation caused the pup to argue with himself. Half of his mind would think positive telling him everything would be okay, but then the monsters would wake and scare him half to death. As thoughts buzzed around his head once again, his breathing began to get faster his lungs working overtime to provide him with enough air to stop him from fainting. Not again. The lad shut his eyes trying to think of happy things to stop the fear and then it hit him. A strange scent on the wind.

Leafy green eyes surveyed the surroundings as his legs began to tremble. Another wolf appeared over the terra, a darker grey figure floating gracefully over the land. For a moment the lad stopped worrying, in awe of the ghost like figure striding towards him. But it didn’t take long for the fears to override his senses and send him into a reeling ball of terror. His body hunkered down to the ground, his limbs tucked tightly into the side of his body. It was something that came naturally to Destan. Making himself look smaller and innocent usually avoided run ins with dangerous monsters but this time he let his eyes rise up towards the stranger. From her scent and grace he guessed the mysterious figure was a female, a female with a rather gentle expression held on her kissers. It did a little to settle the lad’s nerves though not for very long.

His auds flickered as soft lyrics entered the atmosphere. She didn’t say much but still the prospect of answering a question filled the lad with terror, as many things did. His eyes flickered from the ground to her face, barely giving him time to pick up any facial expressions she may have been giving him. The only thing he did pick up was the orange coloured orbs fixed in the girl’s cranium. Breathing in slowly, the lad managed to release some extremely shaky lyrics. It was make or break time now. Time to decide what he wanted to do. ”Um... I.... Y.... I think. I think so.” He gulped suddenly, trying to get rid of the sickly feeling growing in his stomach. He was such an anxious wreck, why did he have to be? Still shaking the lad managed to move his focus once again onto the ess and this time he was determined to keep it there.

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