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 August 6, 2013 at 04:08:45 AM by Lambda

Averting her eyes so as not to appear disrespectful or threatening, Lambda, nonetheless, was able to gain partial vision of Glitch. As she prepared to lie down to show her submission, she wondered at the many injuries this wolf had endured. Was he a great warrior or had he been the victim of a great attack? Whatever his story, she breathed a sigh of relief and gladly slid onto her back to show her willingness to submit. She sensed no aggression from this brute and his quiet words helped to calm her senses which had been on high alert. Lambda felt a strength emanate from him and his kind words gave her hope that perhaps she had found a place to belong. However, she also sensed that although he was not the alpha, he held a special place in this pack & his calm, reassuring tone and words gave him the air of one confident in himself.
Though a follower of the rules, Lambda was not one to grovel and soon slowly stood up, looking at Glitch’s kind though damaged eyes. With a softness in her eyes, she tried to convey her appreciation of his acceptance and her desire to please. It was hard for her to tell her story – she had been alone for so long and so much pain was still in her heart. She had been known in her pack as the “reliable one” but was also known to be stubborn at times. These traits had helped her to survive but Lambda knew that this was not the time to be proud, so she quietly told her story of slaughter and loss while Glitch patiently listened.
Reliving those terrible days, Lambda told him about the two legged creatures that had killed her family and taken those left alive, throwing them into cages. Feeling no judgment from Glitch, she told him how guilty she felt that she had not been there to fight with her pack and how she had often felt that she too should be dead. “But time alone all these days has made me realize that I must honor them by living and so I’ve been looking for a pack that I might be part of, that I might be useful to. I would like to belong to something again. Might this pack want me?”



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