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 09:50:43 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice When they had finally reached his den, the pup had sighed, and then had scooted herself closer to Kalgalath as he bathed her with his rough tongue. When he had spoken to her, a quiet purr had formed in the faeling’s chest, and her petite cranium had opened. The brute smiled down at her as he noticed that her lids were just beginning to open. The color of her eyes were still unseeable, but the pup would be able to just barely see him. As he curled his neck over her, providing the pup with a thick blanket, he closed his lids and sighed, his nares inhaling deeply of her scent. His olfactory system worked on her scent as it whirled in his cavities, accustoming himself to it and memorizing it. For she was his child now, his daughter, his family. She was his responsibility now. His kissers froze in the upturned smile as sleep slowly over took him, his muzzle nudging its way around Blayre until his form fit around hers like a glove, mostly to keep her warm, but also to prevent her from crawling off in the middle night. He didn’t want to risk injury to her young form. A deep, content growl grew in his chest, a gentle rumbling that spoke of his pleasure in the moment, and as the sleep man took control of his consciousness, the growl slowly tapered off into silence. * * * * * * * * * * * * The sun had just begun to peak over the tops of the trees when the mottled grey brute awoke, accustomed to waking early in order to run one patrol around the border, remarking any weak spots in the invisible wall made by his stench. But this morning was different – Hellene had said that the pup should be medicated twice per day. The timberess had given Blayre her dose last night at the meeting, so when the pup awoke it would be time for her next one. Kalgalath slowly untangle his form from around the pup, his incisors tearing out some tufts of fur from his undercoat and placed it on her. Though each tuft that he pulled out was painful, it was the only way to keep the pup sufficiently warm in his absence. Once a thick amount of his fur covered her, Kalgalath silently crept away though the narrow entrance. After the meeting Kalgalath had spoken swiftly with Hellene and she had told him where he would find the rare herb – by the arid Sacred Stones. After a quick stretch, he wasted no time in beginning his journey. Muscles rippling, his haunches pushed hard against the earth, a long strided gallop leading him quickly through his terra. One large leap had him clear over the small stream that surrounded his hidden grove, and then he was off again, scrambling up the steep slope. As he crossed the terra’s edge, he smiled – he had been so adamant about marking his terra each day that it was overly strong. It wouldn’t need to be strengthened for many days to come. The brute didn’t slow – he pointed his nose toward the mysterious stones and headed straight there. By the time he reached them, a thin gleam of sweat covered his pelt from the quick set pace. His arctics glanced around, searching out the plant that Hellene had described. What had it been called? Red…something? The name didn’t much matter, and after only a few minutes of searching he found the plant. Hellene had mentioned that he need only ingest a small amount – that it was very potent, but he instead grabbed a branch and used his powerful jaws to snap it clear off. After eating a few of the leaves, he picked up the severed branch and started heading back toward his home, his paws swerving slightly off course toward the river that would leave into the side of his terra. Though it was a slightly longer route, if he managed to catch some fish, Blayre would get some sustenance along with the immune boost. It was well worth it. He could tell that the river was cold even before he entered it – the sand that made up the shore was frigid on his pads, and after placing the branch down he braced himself for its shocking waters. The sun had not been awake long enough to warm up the gushing liquid, and as he entered it shivers quickly began to wrack his body, and it was only with extreme effort that he managed to quiet them. Tremors would scare the fish off. It was his luck that the cold waters also affected the fishing, making them slow and easy to catch. Before he knew it, he had gulped down two medium sized trout, and gladly bounded out of the brook. Ivories closed upon the branch once more and as he set off for the last leg of his journey, he moaned – the leaves had indeed set upon him a belly ache. Better him than Blayre however. That, along with his now full stomach and his tightened and cold muscles, slowly his pace dramatically, but he travelled as quickly as he cold. Over the boundary, through the trees, down the slope, over the river, up the slope… It all seemed to be a blur to him for his one goal was to return to Blayre before she awoke. He didn’t want her to ever find herself alone again. As he wriggled his way through the dense trees and into the inner circle, the sun had finally fully emerged from the canopy. Yet inside of his den it was still black as night, the thick branches of the firs doing well at keeping out the bright rays. After tangling the herb branch with the branches of the firs to prevent the faeling from getting at it, Kalgalath curled himself around the pup once more, his blackened nose pushing apart the blanket of fur to find Blayre underneath it. “Blayre, sweetling. It is time to wake up.” His muzzle opened just slightly to allow his deep voice to slip out in a sweet croon. .................................................................................................................................................................................... **adult*male*ALPHA - Aurora Borealis*tied to none*Azura** OOC – LOOOOOOOONG friggin post. I know. Lots of muse and a 2.5 hour drive is great for writing apparently! |
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