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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Life was looking up for Destan recently. He had gone from a life of fear and despair and now he was in a pack, he had a home... A family, though he had only met Kal and Leila so far. The pup was unsure about what to think of being in a pack and wasn’t too keen on the idea of meeting other wolves but he had promised the Alpha that he would, well kind of, and so he took it as he had too. Although he knew that wolves here were different he still didn’t want to chance his good luck and would still think of every sentence as a command. Things were just easier if he did what others told him and so it looked like he would be heading to the hunt after all.

The pup had managed to find himself a little den in the heart of the pack lands. It was quiet around the area and so provided more of a safe haven for him to calm his nerves and get his head straight. He was still a fluffy ball of nerves but he had managed to become slightly more confident with the help of the Alpha and Leila. That said, he still had a lot of work to do and meeting more members of the pack was yet another way of gaining more confidence. Destan just wished that there was a less scary way of being able to speak to other wolves. Still sat in the den, the lad peered out of the dark his forest green eyes watching everything that moved ready to turn and dash into the den if he found the world to scary. The clouds moved faster than he had seen them move before and just as he had started to relax slightly, his anxieties shot through the roof as his voice was called over the terra. Unsure of where the voice was coming from and why he was being called, the grey pup began to shiver and quake once again. Was something wrong? The pup gulped down a knot of sickness, his breathing becoming harsh and raspy. Whoever it was, they meant business.

The shaking pup left the comfort of the den, his heart beating ten to the dozen. A few scents lay on the terra in front of him and he gathered that they too were heading towards the commanding howl. Oh no. He was actually heading towards a place full of wolves. Allowing a few quiet whimpers to escape his throat the pup carried on walking, his legs stuttering with every step. It didn’t take long for the scents to become stronger and once again the lad gulped down a ball of anxiety and fear. He watched from the sidelines as three wolves, one being a pup, conversed in the clearing. A big dark male, who apparently called the meeting, was stood around with the pup and another dull coloured female. He stayed silent and hidden for a while, listening to the wolves talk to each other. This must have been the hunt that Kal was talking about. Breathing a few times deeply the grey pup slowly moved out of the brushes, his body lowered and head and tail held down submissively. She paused on the outskirts of clearing, just in range to hear what the others were saying. ”I...I am Des...tan.” He managed to choke the words out snapping his mouth shut as soon as the last word exited his jaws. Boy, this was a challenge.



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Destan | Pupless | Loveless | Aurora Borealis | Slightly Older Pup
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