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 February 6, 2014 at 04:20:22 AM by Magic
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Aurora was so densely quiet. A bird wouldn’t flicker overhead for days, except the occasional robin returning to a nest to sit and lay in a warm heap of feathers. Maybe also a small squirrel or shrew scuffle on the ground, picking up dried leaves in the snow only for the smallest of seconds before turning away down a hole at the base of a tree trunk. Everything was bare, almost gone. Of course, these pack lands were mostly filled with the treacherous pine trees that reached up into the old, gray sky with every second of every day. It was all old and cold. The water was dull, the taste and warmth burned out of it from the falling snow and the lack of heat from the sun that could be oh so desert hot. But no; it decided it was time for it to disappear, never really return to view into the very early beginning of spring. The sun could be so cruel. And with the passing of every day, the noon of a cold morning would be so dim, perhaps even a fox or coyote would stroll out of an evening den and escape into the day to try and catch an afternoon snack. But why would they? It was so dreadfully cold and chilly. No wonder there were not lots of activity in these lands; who would want to stand out in the cold. But today was not like those normally bitterly cold days. No, this was a day that the snow was melted away through one of those passing time periods where the snow was able to melt and the ground could take a breath before being swallowed in a cold blanket of darkness. The sun actually reached higher in the sky than normal, even if the warm fingers of its grasp didn’t really reach down to the earth with such enforced glea. And so, with this smallest breath and chance of a day to stretch legs, a dam pulled herself out from her cold, empty den and faced the world with a canvas of features that was ok with it. The girl shook out her black pelt, tiny flecks of dust catching in the wind and turning around to enjoy the light of a new day. She pulled herself forward, churning her muscles underneath her soft coat before flicking her back paws from underneath a world of gray. The ess turned her soft head, whisking away onto the fallen log that masked her and Glitch’s den, finding her way to a place where perhaps she could come and chat with one of her packmates. There had been a rumor going around that Chiron was back, his scent flowing over the breeze once more. Magic could only imagine how Chenzii must feel. No, actually, Magic knew. The feelings of dread and worry and fear cascading over the top of your head and sending you falling were suddenly gone, gone for the moment and perhaps to never return. The dam knew very well of this feeling, having to face it every other day. Glitch would be here for a matter of hours before disappearing to a place Magic still didn’t quite understand. Of course she realized that he might have unfinished business, but did he really have this much of it? How much could a beat up wolf be keeping from her? The vixen wanted to know because she was ready to take their small little family to the next level. But, she couldn’t do that if he never did show up for anything she wanted. Her depression she would have to push away, taking another deep breath and sitting down near one of the tiny streams that leaked into Leisure Lake. Magic had no desire to go into that direction at that moment, taking a whiff of the air around her before sitting down and looking around. Usually she would have a meal before she could talk to any of her pack mates she truly rarely talked to. She made herself known by sniffing around and moving away from the seat she took a minute ago; walking would shrug off a couple days being stuck inside of a den. The girl broke into a run, several long minutes passing before she felt the glistening claws of the atmosphere rake down the back of her throat. That was were she sat this time, under a pine tree in one of the tiniest clearings at all possible in the lands of Aurora. And there Magic sat, waiting for someone to come out of the forest and share these vital moments of warmth the world was willing to give them. | Magic | Tied to Unmoglitch | No Pups | Gamma of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot | |
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