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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Oh how hot it was in the afternoon. It had just been cloudy the past eight or so days, the defying wind chill dropping the temperature even further. And then? Out of no where? A day where breathing caused you to sweat. What kind of world did they love in where this happened? It was these times the black vixen found herself starving for water. Every moment, every breath, every heartbeat craved a droplet of water to run down the back of her throat. She wanted that soothing feeling. And yet? The only thing she got was the shade. And more heat. And sweat. So she raised her body ever slowly, picking where her feet were placed in the tall grass, and made a move towards the small river flowing in between Aurora and Leisure Lake.

She stayed in the shadows, of course, as the radiant sun beat down light caused by drums. The ess could only think how it was so pure. And with the sun, came life. The parklands that which she called home were starting to pick up speed as wolves cried out from their holes and laced their fingers out to touch the beautiful fresh air. It seemed nice, and the vixen, Magic, was eager to give it a try. However, something was driving her completely insane. Chiron was gone. Again. He had let down everyone in the girl's home. Everyone who sought out its beautiful darkness and everlasting hope. He had left Chenzii. Oh how Magic growled as the thought dared to cross her mind.

She knew what it felt like to be left. She knew what it felt like. He had left Chenzii once before, which had caused horrible pain and sorrow for the vixen's black friend. How skinny she has gotten, depression trying to bury her beneath the ground she was striving to stand on. But even then, she had given the varg a second chance. And he took it and he tore. It. To. Shreds.
The girl found herself at the river now, not wasting any time before dipping her feet into the water and letting it cool her body. She waited calmly, as the world told her to strive forward and take what was hers and run. And maybe, that was what she planned to do. Chatting was what she seeked now. And maybe someone would join her. But only the break of the afternoon would tell.

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



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