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 14, 2013 at 08:55:03 PM by Destan.
Dissimilar to the way Destan had quivered and whimpered about the oncoming storm, his mother had stayed remarkably calm. She had showered him with kisses and nuzzles that slowly the pup was getting used to and found he wasn’t so uptight about being embraced by the older female. The bad weather also seemed to scare Khalessi and though she was better in controlling her emotions, he could tell that it was scaring her too. Both the pups settled next to their mother’s stomach snuggling into the warmth of her fur before the white lass spoke up directing her words at the grey bruteling. ’Don’t worry Destan, I don’t like storms either. The thunder hurts my ears and the lightning’s scary.’ Lightening brightened up the darkness of the den not long after causing the male to freeze in horror, only when the thunder sounded did he finally release a terrified squeal much like his sister. Both pups snuggled deeper into their mother’s fur trying to find comfort in her form. With his ears flattened against his head and his eyes hidden within his careers fur, the pup barely noticed his mother’s words. ’My pups… do you know how to tell how close the storm is? After the lightning shows, start counting. Each five seconds that you could mean that the storm is 1 miles away. So let’s make it into a game! Let’s see who can figure out the distance of the storm. Math is something else that is important for you both to learn. If you approach a herd of deer and there are three adults, but when you go to strike you see only two, you have to be wary of that third one – it could injure you!” The cavern brightened up again. The seconds passed until thunder crashed again – this time taking fifteen moments. “Okay my dearlings, how many miles away is it?’ Khaleesi, who still winced as the storm let rip, appeared to be counting the seconds just as Hellene had said. Destan on the other hand struggled immensely. He was too anxious to concentrate on anything and bringing himself up for the majority of his life was a difficult task. He wasn’t quick at learning anything and so when his sister sparked up with the answer, he looked down at his paws unconfidently. Every time the storm became vocal the lad flinched, his bodice jumping slightly. He tried his best to count the seconds, wishing to make his mother proud, but failed miserably each time. Slowly, and still quivering, the male gazed upwards locking eyes with the maiden. ”I am s...sorry m...mother. I can’t d...d...do it.” Above all things he wanted to make Hellene proud. She had offered him a new life and the least he could do was prove to everyone that she was doing an amazing job of being his mother, which was exactly what she was doing. He wanted to show that he appreciated her and the fact that he couldn’t do the easiest of a task was one of the reasons he hated himself. Word Count:512 OOC: |
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- Abysmal loneliness - By Hellene August 18, 2013 at 09:21:18 PM
Bring Me To Life - By Khaleesi August 25, 2013 at 03:57:08 AM
Oblivion - By Destan. August 29, 2013 at 01:28:01 PM
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