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 21, 2013 at 07:42:31 PM by Destan.
One, two, three, four... The pup kept his head buried within the fur of Hellene’s pistons. He allowed her scent to drift through his nares, the warmth of her body wrapping around his self like a snug comforting blanket. The whole situation was strange to him. Although he was anxious and his demons were squealing for him to stop and run away, he felt right. His body refused to move and for the first time since he had joined the pack he almost felt like he belonged. Snuggled into the females limbs gave Destan a chance to breathe through the panic and attempt to cease the quivering in his limbs. Peace and serenity, despite the chaos, floated down over the young brujo massaging his muscles and allowing them to loosen until his auds flickered towards sweet lyrics. ’Destan… what I meant beforehand is that I want to be your mother. Garlic. Destan, I have to go. I’ll be back soon. Think about what I said…’ Her words jumbled into one horrific mess whispering round the lad’s mind even when she had disappeared from around him and left the clearing. His worried eyes flashed round the group taking in the wolves rushing around the tiny newborn. The female that had been friendly with Kal had wrapped herself around the pup and Leila and others were barking out advice in order to help. All Destan could do was sit and quiver, his whole world turning upside down in a matter of seconds. HELP ME! It was then and only then that his orbs fell onto the tiny pup curled up in the warmth and safety of the female. He had been that small once and he too had been abandoned. It was a horrible feeling to know that his parents had been so ashamed of him they had to leave him in order to feel better and he could only whimper slightly in sympathy of the pup. But he had just been given the chance to start a new. Hellene had chosen him and Khaleesi to be in her family. For once in his life someone actually wanted him. They wanted to love him and protect him and his anxiety was the only thing standing in the way of his happiness. Then she appeared once again, making her way over to the newborn and regurgitating a horrible looking mush for the pup to eat. The young lad’s face contorted slightly at the sight before the russet and grey ess made her way back to the pups. She spluttered instructions towards Kal and the other adults about how to care for the pup and then she was back with them. Forest orbs searched her form, his tiny bodice quivering once again. How could he answer her? His body moved towards the ess, his head lowered until he reached his limbs once again. He nibbled gently on her fur hoping she would lower her head, he had an answer. ”Please be my mother.” Word Count: OOC: Eurrgh. Horrible post. I apologise <3 xhollowremains |
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