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 April 14, 2014 at 03:39:44 AM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The fae seemed utterly surprised when she looked up from her failed attempt at catching a fish and saw a fish hanging from his own maw. Her maw opened acutely, and though there was silence she no doubt gasped. Of course… Leila’s head lowered ever so slightly, before her head raised again, the action one of thanks. Thank you my good sir, it looks great. Are you catching something for yourself or aren’t you hungry. As it was so often with the arctic titan, silence was the answer. This time, however, it was because his mouth was full of the fish that he had just caught for the maiden. There were brief moments of silence in which he stood stoicly still. Finally, the silence and the stillness that resonated all around them, even in the water’s surface, broke by her motion forward toward him. It was slow and her maw opened grasping the end of the fish that hung lifeless from his own mouth. Drawing back, she flashed him a grin and then turned head to tail and ran out of the water back toward the shore. Aindreas watched her run from him, watched her shake the water’s drops from her pelt, and then lower herself to the silt earth of the lake’s shore. Leila’s laid down and inhaled the fish before she started to taste its flesh. Only once he was sure that she was enjoying its taste did his iced gaze lower to the chilled water beneath his form, a single paw once again settling upward on the silted floor, daggers unsheathed. A few fish passed him by, his senses distracted this time around. His auds kept flicking toward the dam on the shore, his eyes drifting toward her. He could not figure out why or how she kept stealing his attention. Perhaps it was his desire to please. That was where his deep rooted sense of loyalty came from, after all. By being able to serve, his life had always been a constant strip of subservience. And now? He was lost. His father had offered and asked both him and Adara to travel to Moondown Shadows and pledge their allegiance to the new Alpha, Striker. It was a strange request, for Kalgalath to have his children pledge their allegiance to another. And yet it made sense. They were to leave within the day… but Striker had to prove to be worthy. Only then would he vow his allegiance. Alas there lay another issue. He had just broken his eternal vow to another Alpha. Was his word worth anything now? Or was he worth nothing. Was he nothing? He was a broken man, heart and soul. He was empty. Where his heart had been, where Genisys had been, there was nothing but a sad absence that was felt so strongly and yet not at all. And now his soul had been condemned to hell by his broken vow. What good was this warrior without a proper master? His tail began to flick in impatience, in the disappointment of his new inability to catch himself a meal… But was there more to it. Flicking his gaze upward once more he sought out her dark form. So opposite to Genisys… Genisys had been the day and Leila was the night. Their looks, their actions, their personalities were not similar in the slightest. She did naught to remind him of his lost love… so why… why did she command his attention so? Inhaling deeply, he focused, the cold stoic mask slipping over his features once more, shutting out the thoughts of Genisys. The thoughts of Leila. Shaking his head, a few more fish scattered away from him. Why should she be in his mind at all… Sighing, he relaxed and soothed himself. Shutting his lids, he focused on the sound of his breathing, and then sharply he opened them just as his prey slowly wandered above his trap of death and with a sharp jerk he impaled it and threw it above the surface of the lake, catching it in his teeth – a trout. Slowly, he walked toward the shore, turning to lay upon the shore next to the eboness. Releasing the trout upon his paws, he paused and turned to face the ess. “Is it to your liking, Miss Leila?” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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