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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[nika]

Suddenly, she did not want to speak. Behind her eyes she felt exhausted and damaged by maintaining this eye contact, this raised head and these perfect manners. Nika’s body felt tender and raw from the blame whipping it from all sides, and she forced herself to blink, a prolonged escape from the world, just to regroup. Even with her rallied forces the voice that ground from her maw was forced and tired; she felt like dying. It should be known that there is no anger in the world like the anger of those who feel personally wronged. It is strong as stone, and surrounding her were bricks. In her emptiness anger began to trickle in, and the louder Rohan raised his voice the faster she was filled. There is only one type of anger that could match anything her children might’ve been feeling, and it was the anger of the misunderstood.

So consumed was she in the burning flares of her guilt and anger, mingling and melding over the flames, that not once during their meeting had Nika noticed the spy lurking behind them. When Aindreas finally made his presence known, and spoke his accusatory statements, it made the anger pull back a bit. It was all so childish; the word “Mother” drenched in so much disdain that she actually felt her ears descending to her skull, as if he’d launched a physical attack. She did not have the mental fortitude to respond to him just yet, reeling from the saintly appearance of her...son. He’d shaped into a fine boy, but was made ugly by his immaturity. She needed to remind herself that they were all still young, and felt their emotions with their entire beings. At the moment, they were furious.

But it was Rohan’s words, spilling hot and fast like bullets from his maw, that startled her from her momentary silence. For where just moments ago she’d let the sting bury into her heart, the lash now lay vibrating against her metal defense of self-righteous anger. In the back of her mind it had to do with indignation; who was Rohan to speak like this entitled prince, when regardless of his trials, she’d taken care of him? Alone. “Rohan,” she growled, and her voice was low. “I have always loved you. How can you pretend you do not know how it feels? When I stayed awake at night, watching over you and your sister, was that not love? When I chose you, and lived the rest of my life burying the pain that haunted me over any choice I could’ve made, did you not feel my love for you then?” There was evident hurt in her tone, but it was clear she was done being disrespected by him. “You do not know why I left Kalgalath, and you have failed to ask. Do not make assumptions of me. Your claims make me feel as if you don’t know me at all.” With these reprimands she dared her son to acknowledge how he truly felt of her; what the root core of his anger was. She sighed, dispensing much of her wrath along with it. “My son, you will not truly know what it means to hurt like hell until you stand judgement in front of your own child.” Her brilliant blue stare refrained then from drilling into his skull, swiveling back to glance over all the others.

How many times do you want me to say I’m sorry?

Adara had taken over the comforting of her brother, and Nika watched her do it with a sense of relief. She was too much of a wreck to look after her family right now. Her silver penny was so much like her father; Nika counted on her daughter’s silence to give her time to reason through what she knew. If there was a rational one in the bunch, it was Adara. The girl did not express need on her face, only compassion and a gentle sorrow. An attack from her would be of a different kind, and her mother didn’t know quite what to anticipate. There were things she’d like to explain to her daughter, in depth and alone, but there was no time now for that. Would there ever be?

Her dancing gaze by-passed Kal completely to confront Aindreas once more when he continued with his outburst. Surprised that she was still standing, Nika shuffled a single step closer to him, drawing up her white form to draw even with his. She felt the shackles of guilt breaking with each word he spoke; her son, returned! There were no duties left for her, except to respond with measured lyrics, “I’ve missed you Andy. But if you don’t want me here, I’ll leave.” She tilted her head to the side a bit, making it clear that she was done backing down, her weakness burnt out of her by her flash of rage. Oh, the aging wolfess looked glorious in the light of the luminous optics trained on her, standing though the weight of her world grew heavier each moment on her shoulders. But her knees were straight, her words were even, and she allowed herself the contrition her wintry son counted on when she murmured. “There is a depth of feeling that I cannot make you understand. But I am here now, to make things right. If, in order to do so, you send me away, then at least you have your father and your siblings with you.” Her voice was clear. “I refuse to fight with you too.”

Adara spoke then to her brother, and the pain in her words made Nika mentally wince. It’s not your fault my darling. You could not have known. I was sneaky about it. The heartless are usually quite clever. “Do not blame yourself, Adara.” She intoned, moving to brush her pelt along her daughter's side, if she allowed it. “I was selfish.” The volume of her voice had dropped to a whisper that carried to Adara’s ear, but further it was a struggle to hear. “I was too young to know what family meant.” She followed Adara’s head to where it twisted towards her father, and looked at Kal as she spoke.

In the midst of the drama a white wrath snuck up to Aindreas’s side, every slight touch to him protective and lovely in the purity that young love always has. She was silent, but watched with an interest that belayed any thought of her being mute. There were three ivory draped wolves now, two of which wore their wings, and one who’d torn them off and laid them on the ground at Fate’s feet. These feet were mottled gray and silver, and their owner still had not spoken when she gave him her heart, a limp thing that had already beat itself to death against her chest.


Word count: Too many. O.O

[ooc]
I’m sorry for skipping Magic and Kal! I wanted to get this out because I will be going away all of next week. If you would like Kal to respond, Azura, or for Magic to have an noticeable input, Thunder, than you have my permission to powerplay a bit, although I don’t think it will be necessary. We can probably play through it. ^^
Much love <3
Omega




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