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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Things had been going very pleasantly for sweet little Leila, her life moving in swift but equally enjoyable movements. It was a humble life but one that was still constantly altering and adapting her character. Although many times, the tempest had contemplated her descent out of Blossom Forest – only for a short while of course… but still the girl could not bear that anymore. She had moulded around Aurora Borealis, and in return the pack was creating an ebony canine who actually desired the company of a whole pack – not just the short lived attention of one wolf. Her time had been spent mostly within other wolves company; a contrast with her history. Sweet Leila realised she had no reason to leave at all; she had formed many friendships in the fair land. She had bonded with her home of Blossom Forest. And she had no other place to leave to; she would simply be a lone wolf. Life was perfect – as long as it were to have its ups and downs; Leila would be entertained for then… All she needed was a bit of drama, a place to sleep, friends to gossip with and she was good to go.

Four ashen dyed pillars trailed delicately along the ancient routes of her kingdom – Aurora Borealis; her pads left small and gentle indents in the soft residue. Leila had recently returned from a visit to the pack’s wondrous lake and so her pads were fresh with a slight dampness. Fiery lanterns examined the land earnestly; checking that there were no strangers waiting out their time at the borders. There were none in her vision and none tainted the air so the enchantress continued down the path. All the while she speculated how many wolves had crossed it before herself – possibly hundreds… how many lives had it had to form? She had no time to even ponder the thought when a strong, masculine howl arose into the air – chiming within the phantom’s lobes. She knew at once it was her alpha; authority was too powerful within the call not to be. A petite smile spread across her kissers as she set off towards the howl. Her pace was kept at a steady, even pace – not bothering to hurry. After all, for what reason did she have to hurry? Even so, it didn’t take the ebony girl long to reach the meeting…perhaps 8 or so minutes?

Upon reaching the collective pack meeting, the girl ambled peacefully towards them with a dip of a head – directed to the king. “Hello Kally,” she greeted him warmly, voice lilting and sweet. “Has your day been pleasant so far?”

After the short and small greeting, the spectre gracefully shifted herself away from Kalgalath with a small smile teasing her lips. Her fiery eyes were unable to fine Hellene within the petite crowd. Where was she then? She couldn’t see Tyson, either. With a short sigh, Leila lowered her haunches to the ground –next to the only other familiar bodice; the little form of Destan. Her gaze followed down towards him. “Hi Destan, how are you?” She whispered. Two lanterns closely followed through all the wolves… Chiron, Destan, an unknown female and who was it again...? Ah yes, Magic!





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Leila | Pupless | Loveless | Aurora Borealis | Young Adult
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