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 March 31, 2014 at 02:31:20 AM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Aindreas had already begun to walk toward the lake as Leila called back to Chenzii, so he paused, arctics laid upon Leila, waiting for her. When her orange orbs finally met his, she was silent, almost seeming to wait for him to talk but there would be no words to fall from him lips without some prodding. Finally, she spoke, her own legs bringing her bodice to him, words pouring from her lips. Sooo… Have you been to the lake before, Mister Aindreas? He questioned her silently, for indeed he had met them upon the edge of the lake. But he had never been within it. Slowly, he shook his head, imagining that that would be her real question. He had never before explored his father’s domain, but it was only because he had left Munashii Gekko that he did it now. He had no home. He had no master. He felt lost. And though he was estranged from Kalgalath, the choice had been made that he and Adara would try to rekindle their family ties and bonds. In response to his exaggerated questioning behind his father’s supposed attack against the black femme who so completely was his opposite image, she laughed and responded comically. Oh yeah by the way, Kal duked me into the water because I splashed it at him. Aindreas stopped and raised a single brow, confused for a moment until she realized that she had made a joke and it was now on him. He should his head and continued on after the fae, for she apparently knew where the lake would be melted. He had been content to travel in peace and silence but alas the lass was not. Do you have any experience with fishing? Are you good at it? I’m not sure if I am, I think I could have the ability if I practiced but I haven’t really done a lot of that. I tried it once and gave up. I just thought it might be a fun thing to try out. I can always catch something else if it fails. Aindreas coughed and swallowed, wettening his vocals which to him always seemed dry and coarse. “I am adequate at fishing, Miss Leila. I shall catch for you whichever fish it is that would please you to eat. ” Though normally he would have ceased the conversation there, he continued, trying to please her wants and desires for conversation. “There is a stream in Munashii Gekko.” He smiled then, a toothy grin, quite pleased with his own verbosity. The added sentence, to him at least, was the final sentence to explain why he was adept at fishing, though for others it would no doubt seem as if he were about to add on more. But he did not, and silence would have ensued if Leila had not once more controlled the air with her words. I think Hellene said she was good at fishing. Oh wait; you haven’t met her have you? His smile faltered and faded as apparently noticed naught of his elaborate explanation or of his rare smiled. Brooding once more, he slipped on his stoic mask once again and silently shook his head ‘no’. The femme that Leila mentioned was not one that he had had the pleasure of meeting. Aindreas paused in his stride as she suddenly lunged her bodice forward, her face turning back with an expression of daring. He watched her run into the water – for indeed she had found an area in the lake that was molten into a liquid – the lake’s contents splashing around her in a lather. She jumped about, dancing almost just at the water’s edge. The ivory titan resumed his leisurely gate and made his way to the water’s edge, not knowing how to respond to her playfulness. He had grown up on his own, abandoned by many and left to his own devices. When he had been a pup in Munashii Gekko, all that he knew of play and fun had been ripped from him when he had seen his adopted mother Casey be ripped to shreds and die. It was a warrior’s life for him from then on, with undying loyalty to those who ruled him. So play and fun were not actions or emotions he knew. Just as he had not known of love. When he finally reached Leila’s side, he watched her gracefully enter the lake one step at a time, barely a ripple seen in the lake’s surface. It was as if she was one with the ebbing and wavering tide, swaying with it. He watched her body shiver from the chill and then look at first the sun and then the water, no doubt looking for prey. But Aindreas’ broken mind slipped back to times past when all he could think of was Genisys. So naïve he had been and how innocent he was of the ways of the world. He had missed the signs she had given to him, the nervousness, the staring, the embarrassment. And he, on his own part, had thought himself to be obvious when he had finally discovered his own emotions, but apparently he had seemed indifferent. He had thought she hated him. She had thought him indifferent. What a pair they had made. It had been too late once the pair had finally, in the midst of a horrendous storm and at his brother’s coaxing, admitted their feelings for each other. Genisys had left and had not returned. Would not return. And so Aindreas the warrior was also Aindreas the young and innocent, now knowing only that love existed and that it ended in betrayal and loss and heart ache. Feeling the cold in his heart but naught else, he carefully made his way into the lake until he stood opposing the black fae who could not look more different from his Genisys. The chill of the lake’s water affected him not at all. Laying out a paw and extending his daggers, he laid it at the bottom of the lake, the gentle waves covering it in a thin layer of silt. Taking a moment to glance up at Leila, he wondered what her preference would be for fish. Glancing back down, he waited patiently, stoicly, like a statue, until a fish glided over his paw and with a sharp gesture he impaled it on his claws, scooping it out of the water so he could swiftly bite down upon its head, ending its suffering as quickly as possible. “Is this to your liking, Miss Leila?” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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