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 18, 2013 at 09:21:18 PM by Hellene
 Don’t worry Destan, I don’t like storm either. The thunder hurts my ears and the lightning’s scary. The pair of pups sat together as the lightning crashed and the thunder rumbled throughout the sky outside. Khaleesi smiled at her brother, trying to comfort him. For his part, however, he froze. However, when the thunder rang out, he squealed and together Hellene’s pups nuzzled deep into her belly and her coat. Hellene smiled at the two, and was glad that Khaleesi took a liking to the counting game. She had listened intently, despite the storm that raged outside, and had nodded her head. Three! Mom the storm’s three miles away from us, right? Hellene nodded her head, proud that the snowy faeling was so intelligent. “Yes, that is right dear! It is three miles away.” Destan remained silent, his gaze locking upon his paws. The storm continued on, getting close to the den. Two miles. One mile. And then it was directly overhead of them, and Hellene heard his tiny vocals rang out just barely over the rumbling of the thunder. His emeralds locked upon hers and Hellene sighed. I am s…sorry m…mother. I can’t d…d…do it. Her black nose dipped down once more and nuzzled the two pups, one right after another. She then brought her maw close to his auds and whispered into his ear. “Destan, my little one, that is quite alright. We all have different strengths and different weaknesses. I am SO proud of you for admitting that you can not do it! It is perhaps the most difficult thing to do, admitting a weakness. But I want you to know, my little love, that you are amazing at something. And we will find out exactly what that is, have no fear of that.” She removed her maw from near his head and raised her voice so that the two of the pups could hear her. “You know, my mother was a old wolf, believing in herbs and fishing and tales. I used to be terrified whenever there were storms, and I hated the dark, and mum used to tell me stories to make me feel better. My dad, he would tell me how it was, the hard truth. But I always liked mom’s stories better. They weren’t scary. She told me about giants that lived up in the sky, and when one of them was sad, it would rain down on us. And there is a mother wolf, and she is the mother to us all. And to feed her pups, she chases the giant deer and moose and goats that live up there. The lightning is caused anytime their hooves or daggers strike upon the rocks, and the thunder is the sound of them galloping around, some the prey and some the predators.” Her voice ceased for a few moments. “Well, I guess I don’t remember the story clearly, and I’m not so very good at telling stories…” Another flash of lightning. A dead silence – the rain had stopped. 30 seconds later, a faint roll of thunder rumbled. “Six miles away… the storm is moving away from us. It is almost over.” Already, the sky was lightening, the den no longer as dark as it had been. |
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- 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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