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 24, 2013 at 05:16:30 PM by Magic
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It was a colder day out in the summer time. A breezy day with no speck of blue over the sky. There might be a chance of rain, but it was one of those days where no matter how long it took, it never rained. It was just gloomy. The birds still flew overhead, but they seemed to be going slower and keeping their paces a little under expectations. Same for smaller game. The squirrels and chipmunks wobbled on a little slower than usual, snail-like as they tried harder to wake up from their sleep. The grasses underfoot were the same as they would be on a sunny day, except that they were perhaps a bit paler in the gloomy light. It was a slow day getting out of beds and nests and dens, and every animal out and about felt the pull to remain sleeping. A vixen sat on a rock overlooking a territory deep with coniferous trees. It was a beautiful sight to sit on a cloudy day in the middle of a small hill to examine the pack territory. Her jet black pelt gleamed with a new light, and it always felt different when she was alone. The forest mingled easier and words were spoken when no vocals were heard. She better understood everything when she was alone, but she also loved to enjoy company time and time again. The vixen wrapped her tail around her paws as she looked over the grass and into the trees. A squirrel landed on a pile of leaves from an oak tree, its tail flapping like it squirrels usually have it. It jumped around and was unaware of the vixen’s amber gaze. It was interesting to think how sometimes all animals could be so oblivious. She turned her head to gaze somewhere else before she jumped off the boulder and went in search of somewhere else to rest and examine the world. The female was just living in her new rank; Delta. Her mate and herself worked hard to gain it, and she appreciated it deeply. She didn’t like it when others above her used their power wrong and gloated what they earned to other members. Everyone rose at a different pace and found sometimes that moving up was a challenge. Nevertheless, Magic felt comfortable with the rank she was given. Her amber gaze softened as she found one of the only rivers in Aurora Borealis territory. The grass was overgrown and there were trees on every side of it. It left space in the middle for wolves to chatter and talk about different things. She flickered an aud and went to go sit in the long grass. Magic was medium sized and built lithe instead of strong; she blended into the grass well with only her cranium sticking out into the open air. The vixen bent her head and lapped up the water with her tongue, enjoying the moisture slipping down her throat. She looked back up to remain thinking. This would be one of those times where Magic indeed enjoyed company of other wolves. At the pack meeting, she saw different wolves she had never seen before. Perhaps maybe one of them she didn’t know quite as well as another would join her today? She was unaware that perhaps another would join her, and she waited calmly by the river as the water bled down the rocks. | Magic | Tied to Unmoglitch | Fyryra | Delta of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot | |
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