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 May 15, 2014 at 04:26:47 AM by Aindreas

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The Way of the Warrior


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Aindreas moved through the lands stiffly and slowly, having just woken and starting out on his daily patrol of the territory… when he realized that he had not woken with the sun, nor had another day passed. Apparently he was on such rout that waking from his slumber at all restarted his internal clock, and stimulated him to start his patrol. Though he had realized it this time, how many times had he made this err? Had he already set into the comfort of loyalty and subservience? Naps were not the norm for him, but had he been recently taking them because he had naught else to do? Was he so bored in this new place that was to become his home? Turning head to tail, the snowed titan returned to his den and noted how poorly he had dug it own, how he had not been keeping it clean, skeletons of his recent prey littering the floor. Suddenly disgusted with himself and with how easily he had lost himself to his strange insanity once more, he crept into his den and kicked out all of the skeletons and then proceeded to claw at the earth, rounding out the den, smoothing the walls, making it deeper. Upon exiting it, he was no longer white… rather he was a shade of tan or brown, covered in dust. However, add in the sweat and it looked more like he was splotched with spots of a darker brown, making him look like the lupine version of Holstein cow. Shaking himself out, the loose specks of dust drifted from his coat but it did nothing to improve his appearance. Glancing back, he realized how wide open it was. How easy to spot. How vulnerable.

He trotted off a short distance before he found a shrubbery that was large enough to cover the entrance to his den and dug it up, carefully excavating the roots before dragging it to the den. Digging a hole of equal depth, he placed the shrubbery, roots and all, in the hole and covered it. It was sloppy work but it would not look any better until the rains came, covering his work. His arctics shifted upward, noting that there was not a single cloud in the sky. Unfortunately, there would be no rains for a long while.

His head rose and nares flaring, he found no scent of his sister. They had come here together, but had spent no time together since they had arrived, which seemed oh so wrong, especially since she was still nursing some residual wounds from her battle and, more importantly, the pair were trying to get to know each other better to become a family once more. That goal would not be accomplished if they were constantly apart and spending no time together. Setting off at a trot once more, he traveled around the perimeter of the packlands until he picked up on Adara’s scent. Quickly, he followed it, nose to the earth. The path of his sister’s perfume led him to, strangely enough, his father’s pack. Sighing, he crossed the boundary once more and let loose a howl, calling Adara to him.
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||Aindreas|| ||No Mate|| ||Moondown Shadows - Omega|| ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||



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