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 16, 2014 at 07:52:03 AM by Destan.
He was late. So very, very, late. Gangly legs pushed him through the undergrowth, his body sticking in the twigs and branches as he attempted to squeeze his growing form into the protective of the foliage. Destan was still getting used to his size and anxiety gurgled in his form as he realised that all too soon he would struggle to use the safety of the plants and would instead be forced to walk in the sun, a moving target for the monsters. A loud gulp echoed around the vicinity as the brute shook his head, his emerald orbs alight with fear. The leaves upon his back had always provided a weird comfort to the young teen and to think of living without that was almost unbearable- or it would have been if he had never been adopted by Hellene. His life was different to how it used to be and yet the naive youngster just couldn’t let go of the past. He had not once stepped foot outside the borders since his arrival, save for when he was taken on the hunting trip, but never alone. His sister had learnt the dangers of the world the hard way, and Destan was determined that he would never fall victim again. It hadn’t taken Khaleesi long to overcome her fear of wolves and though the male was proud of her, at the same time he was racked with a jealousy that he had never experienced before. Why was he still engulfed by his fears? Paws tripped and stumbled as the growing lad darted through the terra, off balance and clumsy. Kalgalath had called for a pack meeting and Destan, too scared to move from the den, had fought and long and draining internal battle, before he had finally left the safety of his den and skulked across the land towards the clearing. As he recalled, he had only been to the open space a couple of times and in truth had gotten lost on numerous occasions. Whimpers quivered his form violently as he finally stopped his running, legs sore from the stumbles he had taken. A small wound had opened up on his left fore-leg where he caught it upon an out-jutting rock, sending him flying and tumbling to land in a heap upon the ground. Leaves and dirt snagged in his thick coat and a small trail of blood trickled down his grey piston. Mother would be displeased. Tired and defeated, the youngling had simply curled up into a pup-like ball, covering his head with his feathered tail and whimpering softly into it. He had been there for only a few minutes when a familiar scent washed over him and he immediately uncurled himself, taking off after his mother’s perfume- though this time at a much slower pace. His leg throbbed with pain but the lad pushed on, determined to reach the pack meeting and not risk his mother’s stern gaze. She had taken a winding path, that the lad traced almost perfectly- thanks to her training- though Hellene was long gone and out of sight. Another gulp swallowed down a knot of sickness that crumpled his abdomen with a sickening pain. Finally he had arrived at the clearing though he stayed hidden within the brushes, Kal’s booming voice carrying on the breeze. The teen found the floor almost instantly, his tail tucking submissively between his legs with his ears flattened upon his crown. Forest portals scanned the area for his mother and sister, finding them to be not far away from where he currently lay. A deep breath filled his lungs before he crawled into the clearing, silently. His eyes found Kal’s instantly- filled with a look of fear and apology- before he nuzzled against his mother’s leg and finally found the courage to sit upon his haunches. Peeping around his careers legs, Destan shot a faint smile at his sister before searching the rest of the wolves in the clearing. He knew almost all of them. Kal, Leila, Magic, Kong, Chenzii, Zig and... Who was that? A young female, about his age, pressed her nose affectionately against a rather sorrowful Chenzii. Destan was sure he had never seen her before and found that his eyes would not move from the female. She was... Beautiful. Unlike anything he had ever seen before. A sort of grey masked her frame, with darker spots upon her pelt in odd patterns. Who was she? After realising that he had been staring, the teen shuffled to sit next to his sister, bumping his shoulder against hers gently- almost as if they hadn’t actually touched. Soon after he was again hunkered down, tail wrapped unhappily around his form. Though he knew most of the wolves here, bar a few, Destan couldn’t help but feel extremely anxious. After all he was late. Very, very late. Word Count: 810 OOC: So sorry it is late! |
Replies:
- broken memories;; [DONE] - By Zig May 21, 2014 at 05:32:42 PM
Loyal Til Death - By Kalgalath June 3, 2014 at 03:39:59 AM
Midnight's Magic - By Magic June 8, 2014 at 03:00:41 AM
AdvisorMagistrate - ChenziiMarshall - Officer - |
HealerShaman - KhaleesiGuardian - Keepers - |
HunterChief -Commander - Comrades - |
LiasonChacellor -Dignitary - Councilors - Chenzii, Vladimir |
NurseryGovernor(ess) -Nursemaid - Nannies - |
SpyDetective -Operative - Scouts - Rift |
WarriorChampion - GwaineKnight - Pages - Khaleesi, Vladimir |