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 scream that ripped through the woods had her running before she consciously registered it. One of her adopted pups had wandered off days beforehand and Hellene had been frantically searching for her… but Khaleesi was no where within the terra. She had about to ask Kalgalath to send out a search and rescue but the call… she had heard this brute’s voice before and it had brought no good to the pack then. Nor would it now. The timberess knew that it could be no coincidence that the Prince of Malignant Felicity was back in their vicinity just when her daughter disappeared from view. Her paws tore up the ground and for once she showed no signs of clumsiness – she needed to get to the border without any faltering steps. If the brute harmed a single hair on Khaleesi’s head… Hellene would kill him. Or die trying. Her pups were her life now, they were her only family that were still around.

A snarl grew in her chest as she ran, until she let loose a roar and leapt through the last set of groves that were between her and Kalgalath’s marcation. Another roar let loose from her vocals as she saw the brute keeping her daughter pinned to the ground. “LET. MY. DAUGHTER. GO.” Her auds pinned against her skull and her lips lifted, exposing her daggers. Her saliva started to drip at the thought of the brute’s blood running down her throat… he would pay! Khaleesi was so obviously frightened that the timberess could smell the pheromones rolling off of her in waves. So focused was she upon the brute that it was moments before her amber eyes shifted suddenly to the side to lay upon a fae who was upon this side of the border, facing the brute and her captivated daughter. This was the fae who had brought the brute the last time… the one that Kalgalath had been supposedly spending all of his time with. Ko…something.


Word had spread through the pack that the ess had made a vow to the King… so why had she not attacked the brute? Her eyes frantically shifted back to her daughter. “Sh… my little love shh Mommy’s here it will all be okay…” Hellene slitted her lids and shifted her gaze up to the brute. “If you hurt her…” Not taking her eyes off of him again, she addressed the fae at her side. “How can you have feelings for a beast who victimizes pups…” The words were spit out with a venom, with a fury that Hellene had not felt for months. Ever since she had taken on the pups, they had calmed her tumultuous soul. But her whirlwind and temper returned at this sight. This hell.

She had no hard feelings for the fae, in fact she felt akin to her. In a new place with no one she knew to befriend. Perhaps one day, they could become friends. But here and now? Hellene was only furious that the brute was not already dead...

||Hellene|| ||No Mate|| ||Aurora Borealis|| ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||



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