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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The warmth was wrapping around the vixen’s flank with generosity, sending waves of electricity skyrocketing up her spine. The warmth of the sun spread a large smile onto her kissers, and she felt comfortable with it. Usually, Magic would only be alive during the night as the shadow she always loved to be. The night was a wonderful thing, but the day was an opponent that could compete. The vixen was walking through the trees, enjoying her jet black pelt soaking the light into her form. It was wonderful to see all the life live free and happy; each and every other prey animal carefree and enjoying the light of the sun. Magic jumped over a root and back onto the grass that snaked into the pads of her feet. She flickered an ear to listen to the silence before continuing on her path to a small clearing that was secluded away from the rest of the pack lands and the main crossing points. Jumping a river, she tasted the sweet scent of pine on her tongue.

The fae had not seen very much of her only pup, Fyr. She worried deeply about her and the nights and days she was alone. Was she missing? Hurt even? Or was her body somewhere among the tall grass where it couldn’t be seen? The ess growled at herself for even thinking of the impossible outcome of her child. She was probably lost or playing among the flowers in one of the meadows in Blossom Forest, but it wouldn’t be long before Magic herself got up and went to find the poor thing. A thorn caught on her pelt just then, and she turned and tried to rip it from her pelt. She walked a few steps before she fell upon the small clearing she was looking for. She let out a small bark for her mate, and waited silently among the trees. The recent pack meeting had turned out to be a wonderful success; ranks were given out to many a wolf, and every single one of the wolves now held a title to their name. Magic and Glitch of course had one too; Delta. Magic was proud of the pair’s accomplishment, and couldn’t wait to show more of what they had to offer.

A brute’s scent mingled within the trees, and the black vixen turned her head and stood up. Her mate wobbled through the forest towards her, and a smile grew fast upon her kissers. They both stood in silence for the shortest moment. However, many words flashed between their eyes. Words of love, wisdom, and victory. She stepped forward and bent her head to fit it under his chin, then continued to move forward to touch all of him, her banner caressing the bottom of his jaw. “I have missed you, my love.” The ess felt the shocks run through her spine, and she circled him to stand by him form with her head next to his; she layed down with a half of a breath. The silence wrapped around them once more, the two wolves being in a world full of different thoughts and actions that spoke different words. The fae wrapped her tail around his. “I am glad you are here.”


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