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 vixen raised her cranium into the air, scenting the breeze as the dead bird folded over her claws. A loner scent, not anyway intertwined with the pack scent, drifted over the breeze through the cold air. Magic raised a brow, interested at the wolf that was over the border already. She moved forward, digging a hole into the ground and setting her meal into it, replenishing it with snow not a second longer before she left the small clearing. Her black pelt mingled into the shadows of the trees, the cold breath of the world breathing down her neck. Strangely, she was really happy to finally find a wolf at the borders. She thought that the last wolf she greeted was Chenzii, the Delta of Aurora. Clearly, that truly was a while back.

Her paws left prints in the light snow as the flakes started falling from the sky again. The scent got stronger really fast, and soon the ess slowed down to stay hidden within in the trees. After she saw the wolf lingering around did she emerge from the shadows. She spoke a little bit of a preamble as she waited for the brute to speak. He cowered down from what she said. "Others are watching?! Are they really watching?! The vixen was taken aback. She was just trying to give the details of what this pack could be like. Of course, someone could be hiding in the trees, but there wasn't. Magic and the albino were completely alone. The brute rattled on about talking in private, and then the vixen spoke once more. "We are in private. You misunderstood. There is an option for wolves to be hiding, but there isn't. My name is Magic. Give me your name and I will call for my leader."

The vixen turned around, raising her head and pouring out her vocals into the air in a howl. She needed Kalgalath to come accept the young brute. Magic turned her head back towards him, her vocals still ringing in the trees. She waited calmly, looking into the shadows and waiting for the alpha that surely looked their. Maybe not even Kal would come. Perhaps it would be Zig, the Alphess.

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



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