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 11:48:06 PM by Midnight's Magic
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The vixen was among the shadows of the trees where she usually was, warming her pelt with the sun and the brightness she usually tried to avoid. She shut her eyes lightly together, just trying to escape her corrupted thoughts and proceed with the tellings of life. A bird chirped overhead, compelling her orbs to open. They gleamed with amber; a harsh gaze that could easily make a foe back down within seconds. She tried to save those moments when she really needed it and often laced her gaze with a soft honey feeling. Her poor victims. The fae was built for the shadows; a black figure that blended within the darkness using a pelt that bounced with the female’s lithe figure. She was built for speed, knowing she was sure to be one of the fastest wolves within her pack lands. Her pelt hid her muscles well, only showing the rippling of her tissue when one looked close and wanted to see it in her pelt. The ess loved the way others underestimated her when she was clearly perhaps one of the other wolves to beat. An aud flickered, the feeling of a crawler on her skin. She was enjoying time to herself and she often wondered when time was going to catch up to her. The fae never really lived for the future, nor did she examine the past more than once. Her main focus was trying to live for tomorrow, knowing that not one wolf would have the guarantee; her family’s and pack’s safety came before herself. Magic was not one of the wolves who thought of themselves higher or more pronounced than an average wolf; the only way to prove this was the figure of her mate, so ripped apart it was a wonder he lived, even with the help of a specific creature that lived very far from the inhabitants of Blossom Forest. She was caring and took risks, seeing the beauty in everything around her. Of course, she didn’t really want others who didn’t know her knowing that of her; she were to be just a wolf of an essence that would stand behind her leaders and pack mates with the desire to kill or be killed. Her amber gaze lifted again, the trees and bushes in front of her ruffling with the wind. Magic stood, stretching out her core muscles and flicking her auds to catch the hints of sounds in the air. She raised herself from the ground, clawing her talons down a tree with hard bark, having not exercised her ivories in a long time. The vixen stopped herself when she heard a yip drift rapidly along the breeze. She stood erect, tasting the air for a scent that could be a threat. The scent was of a loner, one that didn’t had a mixture of different places onto one set of fur. Another joiner? The fae had nothing better to do, and went to greet the wolf before another creature took her place. The pack was gaining a lot of warriors since Kalgalath became leader of the lands. Magic and her mate ran against him when they first came to Aurora, and perhaps maybe he was better suited for the job instead. He was running the job well, and the vixen found herself loyal to him evermore. Her paws lightly traced the dirt, making no sound as they travelled forward. The trees provided excellent cover, making her blend into the darkness like she usually loved. It was strange for her to be about during the day when she would rather explore the depths of the world through the night. She was getting better with the light though, and everything else in her life was her business. She scented the brute before she saw him, staying quiet in the shadows. He was a kalak wolf, tall and lanky with a skinny figure and smaller than most of his breed. She had begun to see more of them inhabit the forest than when she first came to the wood, and she didn’t want to know if that was good or bad. No racism involved, however, thank you very much. It was just the history of the breed, like power, strength, and will, that the fae was unsure about; just the information in case she needed to step up to a fight. Unlike most maned wolves, the titans features did not include white. Most kalak’s would have white in their paws and tail. The lad in front of her only had it around his eyes, like a wolf had clawed them onto his fur long ago. Her fur ruffled, and she stalked forward. “State your name and business with Aurora Borealis, and I will allow you to speak with our alpha. Be quick however, because if you do not prove to have good reason with your being, I will chase you from the border myself.” The fae sat herself to the ground, wrapping her tail around her paws. She sat and waited for his answer, knowing she would remain unmoved and still provide the aroma from when she entered the clearing. | Magic | Tied to Unmoglitch | Fyryra | Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot | |
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