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 January 24, 2014 at 01:48:24 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice The stranger trembled as he spoke, yet still slowly emerged from behind the tree. Her head tilted to lay upon Blayre, but Kalgalath realized that something was wrong. Her eyes were similar to his own - a hue of blue - but while his were electric and sharp, hers were dull and pale. Could it be that her sight had been stolen? Was she living in perpetual night? No words escaped from the femme's maw, but her actions spoke well enough on her behalf. Her pinnae tilted back toward her cranium - hesitant and nervous... untrusting and unknowing. But there was a confidence and a perseverance there too. Her haunches lowered to touch the earth and her head lowered until it was beneath him. No other motion touched her form and she became as still as a statue. Kalgalath's thoughts turned to lay upon one of his son's Aindreas, and thought that perhaps he found a kindred spirit of his son in this fae. This was how he moved and acted. Slow body movements, often freezing when the next course of action was no longer his to make. Moving his nares toward the stranger, he inhaled and was surprised to find a scent that he was not familiar with in even the slightest. It was pungent and salty and completely unknown to him. What had her past included to have such a scent painted upon her? The titan stilled himself,contemplating. She had done no harm to Blayre, even in Kalgalath's absence. Were she blind, she would most certainly need a pack to call her own in order to have that protective factor... but then there was the fact that she had not spoken. Not even her name. How long had she been separated from her own kind? Had she ever lived in the shadow of other lupines? Would she cause troubles to the pack or would she benefit it, aiding to their strength? Softening, Kalgalath smiled and sighed, shifting his gaze to his daughter, remembering the words she had spoken when the whole ordeal with the Prince of Malignant Felicity and Kohaku had taken place. Though Blayre was still a pup, she perhaps saw the world clearer in her naivety than most wolves saw in experience and wisdom. "My daughter seems to have taken a liking to you, and you do not seem to be cut from the folds of mischief or malice. if it is a home that you are searching for, then it is a name I require from you before I can welcome you into my territory and my home. Speak but your name and you will have a haven, a den, and a new family. A new start." Moving to Blayre's side, he affectionately nuzzled her. "Do you approve of my choice, my dearling? And where have you been? I have not seen much of you lately, sweetie. You are growing in leaps and bounds..." .................................................................................................................................................................................... **adult*male*ALPHA - Aurora Borealis*tied to Zig*Father to Aindreas, Adara, Rohan, and Blayre*Azura** |
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