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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Tyson was finally back to looking like his usual self, as a pose to the half starved creature of skin and bone he’d been on arrival at the pack borders, a feat in no small part due to the generosity of the wolves he’d met within the pack. Though a young pup, barely reaching half way up an adult’s leg, he displayed potential for the future. Larger than average paws and a healthy pelt of brown hues indicated his future strength. A feisty personality already brimming with arrogance had developed before his body was able to back up his claims. He’d spent his time in the pack exploring, occasionally meeting one of the adult members, and having mock fights with branches that got in his way.

The pup was currently involved in fierce battle with a stubborn bush close to the edge of the territory, not that he realised his location. Though he’d never admit it, the pack’s land was too big for him to know his way around yet and most of his exploring had been more aimless wandering than anything else. Tyson’s lip curled to expose tiny fangs as he ducked to avoid the rebound of a twig he’d bashed with his paw a second before. A grumble that formed into a vaguely recognisable snarl left his mouth and he sprang up in the next moment and swiped at a leaf in front of him. As his paw drew down part of the greenery latched to his claws, clinging even as he shook it. He spun in a jumpy circle, ears flat and eyes narrowed, before reaching forward to latch his jaws over his own paw, resulting in a loss of balance that sent him over onto his back.

Struggling around on his back, the fight with the bush was forgotten as a battle against the leaf attached to his claws began. Small snarls and grumbles sounded from the bush before he rolled out of it, a couple of thorns snagging in his fur as he went, and the leaf finally fell to the ground in shreds. Tyson flipped back over onto his feet and shook, bits of his fur fluffing out in random places. He blinked a couple of times, looking around to try and figure out what to do next. The last adult he’d met was Leila, who’d promised to help him out with hunting at some point. Despite his own boasting that he was an accomplished hunter, it was pretty obvious with his lack of coordination and age that he’d never actually hunted before. He looked forward to meeting her again and learning something.

Suddenly from fairly nearby a call sounded out, causing his ears to twitch before his head swivelled in the direction it came from. He cocked his head as the unfamiliar voice mentioned his name, commanding him to join him. Curious and with nothing else to do, Tyson began to make his way towards the source of the howl. He spotted a dark pelted male after a few minutes of running and stopped, pausing for a moment before deciding to approach. Head and tail held high, a stubborn expression on his face, he stopped shortly before the stranger and scowled up at him with sharp blue eyes. "I’m Tyson," his tone was as high as a normal pup of his age but held confidence, "You called my name."

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





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