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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It was winter. The cold had sprinted from around the corner, driving the last bits of warm air out to cluster in the world that was warm all year. It was night, the light of the moon shining down brightly, illuminating the snowflakes that had begun to fall down to the ground. The darkness was silent; the silence powerful enough to drive creatures that had not been living in it to craziness. Some wolves got troubled when they had to put up with hearing their own thoughts. Amber orbs glinted from a bush, the gentle huff of breath sending out a white cloud spiraling into the air. A black head and ears were slightly lit in the light of the pale moon, and a wolf’s figure started to take shape from within the darkness. Her lean body now had a huge coat of fur, the effect the cold had brought on her. Winter coats were starting to take real shape now as the warmth slipped away even more. The vixen lay crouching in the bush keeping her secret, a dark shadow moving away as she changed her position closer to the squirrel picking through the ground. The snow had started to fall on her pelt, a speckled mural of the stars resembling on her fur.

She was less than a foot away, her scent concealed by the thought of the cold and snow. The squirrel looked up, locking eyes with the predator inches away from the seeds that it had been gathering, and leaped up the frozen bark of the tree. However, the ess was prepared for the flight of the animal. She didn’t even pivot on the ground, her only designated leap right where the squirrel sprang higher. Her ivories grasped around the tail of the tiny animal, sending it flying down towards the ground. The vixen let go only to turn her head, grasping the neck before it even hit the ground. Even as the animal had only been laying in the snow for half of a second, the fur on the outside of its body was already freezing. The fae started picking off the fur, the orange tufts leaping away in the wind as fast as the squirrel had leaped up the tree a moment before. Blood had started to soak the grass, specks and pools melting the snow that had started to build. Her pack lands were strangely filled with smaller sets of game like squirrels, rabbits and birds. A wolf could pass through a whole day and find at least one chance to eat. This winter truly had not set in for most of the animals inhabiting the forest.

The darkness wrapped around her frame again, the snow setting her apart from the shadows that usually concealed her so well. Half of the squirrel was already gone, but the ess picked the rest of it up to keep safely in her jaws as she continued on her way to meet her mate. Glitch had not been around in a really long time, at least twice as long from when the vixen, Magic, first lost touch. She hadn’t even seen him since before the pack meeting months ago. Where was their relationship going? The solitary self that Magic had forgotten when she first came to Blossom was now returning, and if she didn’t start fighting against it, who would? Her audettes flickered in the wind as she made her way deeper into the center of the pack lands, closer yet farther away from her den. The squirrels limp body was being pierced with cold. Magic was feeling lonely. Of course she understood that Glitch had been visiting Saw Tooth for the past week or so, but the thought of the short life that their adopted daughter lost was setting in on her. She hardly knew her before she ran. Glitch had only brought them together when she suddenly disappeared into the wood. Perhaps she didn’t really like the feeling of a warm parent on her back.

That upset Magic dearly, the thoughts of her failing her never wasting a day to set in. Magic wanted to start a family, and she never had the opportunity to talk with Glitch about it. His scent had started to linger through the forest, and Magic waited eagerly by the entrance of their den, the half eaten squirrel laying by the edge of the vixen’s body laying in the small depths of the snow. She blinked her orbs, the gentle amber of them filing through the shadows of the trees.

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| Magic | Tied to Unmoglitch | No Pups | Gamma of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot |



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