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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Posted on July 10, 2013 at 05:03:18 PM by R E N O
 Running away from home wasn't exactly the easiest task Reno had ever performed. But quite frankly, he shouldn't even be called a "run away" as he hasn't simply just run away. Reno, although lazy and hardly a serious worker, had planned for months about his escape. And when the family reunion came around, he suddenly had a place to strive for. Someone to mimic. His older half-brother, Axel. Axel had not taken recognition to the lad, why would he? But he had posed a certain kind of goal for the teenager to follow. What better way than to exile himself away from the clan, build a life and then come back to the family meeting and wipe it in their faces? The thought made Reno's heart soar into whatever domain the gods lived in. It was not long after the meeting began that Reno started moving things around in his plan to get away from the Hell that he had been born into. The expectations were going to literally crush him someday if he did not exit the party soon. So, when Axel left, Reno took the rare opportunity to sneak off while the others were seeing the regal Kalak off into the distance. Then he had pushed his pistons as fast as they could possibly go and be bad not looked back once. Sure mother would have a cow but Reno's father... He'd been murdered by Axels own father for his rape against the half brothers' mother. This always made Reno smirk a bit. Bloody bastard. Not that it bothered the lad with symmetrical white marks on his cheekbones. So long as he could be relieved of one duty, he was free to dip out of the rest. Without a father, the clan had known that Reno could not be raised properly. And other maned wolf males don't exactly like to stand up and take a son that is not their own and teach him the ways of the bloodline. So here Reno was, lying low as he entered the infamous Blossom Forest, known for it’s array of all different sorts of wolves, as well as it’s affiliation with the old god and goddess, Fenris and Tor… as well as it’s widespread belief that Hell was the lair of Wolfbane. Reno had never believed in any god or goddess, so this little fact did not bother him in the slightest. He’d be willing to sit and listen to a story about the divine beings, but it would most likely float in one ear and come out the other. He’d probably even fall asleep listening to it. Beautiful hazel starseers searched the free land as soon as he was able to get a good view of it away from foliage that had once blocked his vision from the landscape. At the sight of all that was to be crossed, the lad let a devious smile grace his ruby kissers, and his plumage wagged in excitement. Adventure was his one mistress, and he lusted for a good, pleasurable time from her. Now that Reno had gotten his fair amount of a view, the boy moved forwards, travelling in whatever direction it so pleased him to pursue. Kalak’s are tall beings. They do not lack in anything but brawns, and that can be improved upon. If they work hard enough, many maned wolves can become stocky and muscular, the perfect war machines. Which had been exactly what Axel and Kong had done in their younger years. Reno was slightly smaller than his half-brothers, and he was skinnier. He was lanky in a sort of teenage heart-throb way; with a tousled appearance, longer fur than his siblings, different markings and his cocky yet friendly attitude, he was a born lady-killer. He had the unique and perfect sort of appearance, with no ivory under his chin or on his breast, and no pale snow dipped onto his tassel as many kalak’s do. Instead, all the white had moved to his cheekbones, giving him a look that, if one did not realize they were birthmarks, looked as if he had been caught on both of his cheekbones by a razor, talon, or tooth. Both were clean marks, but no blood of Reno’s body had been shed in their making. His eyes were also something to be marveled at. A bleached sort of navy blue in some lights—and in others, dull sage. Depending on the direction of the light, his eyes were kaleidoscopes. Travelling was usually not a problem for the young teen, but now that he had decided between three packs: Saw Tooth, Aurora Borealis, or Abendrot, (though Reno himself did not know their titles) the adolescent was exhausted, but mostly on the mental side. That and the fact that the heat… god the heat. It was far too fucking hot for a heart-throb like him to be out SWEATING and ruining his mood. He ducked under the shade of the trees and breathed a sigh of relief when his overheating was relieved just a small bit. He wanted to be able to spill blood.. but he also didn’t want to be working all the time—and that pack made up of assassins and spies seemed to be full of tasks and duties that Reno would most definitely never be able to finish off. Saw Tooth was too soft for him, though it was full of females, Reno couldn’t help but turn away. No blood would ever touch their dirt, would it… So he came to one of the most quiet packs out of all of them. No rumors of work, no scent of raging hormones everywhere… no blood on their borders… not even the stench of flowers to mask all that was hidden within. Just conifers and the gentle sound of the gales whipping through them, rustling their needles. It was here that Reno stopped, his unique markings moving with his palette as he turned to look from side to side. Nothing to the left… nothing to the right. He flicked his tassel and let loose a very bored yip, a mix between a howl and a yell… something that maned wolves are quite well known for. Then, he sat himself on the terra and patiently awaited whatever or whoever the hell was going to be coming for him. If there was anything at all. Patience was not one of Reno’s small amount of virtues, and soon the young kalak would become bored and move on towards Abendrot. Best catch the gold coin quick before another sees the worth of it glinting in the mid-day sun… … |
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