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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His sister made short work of finding him, and as she approached a smile played upon her lips, stopping just a few feet short of him. It was odd – Adara was such an emotion-filled femme, and she was normally overly affectionate. The fact that she did not embrace him broke his stoic façade that he wore as a mask, a single brow raising. Aindreas, why are you so dirty brother? Her vocals were delivered with a giggle, and the snowed titan froze, not understanding her words until he remember his vicious cleaning mission of his den. Arctics swept to his own form and he noted the patches of dirt that colored his snowy pelt. His mask turned sour, for though he was not vain, he took pride in his appearance as a sign of his competence in whole. Paws moved forward, trotting forward deeper into the territory. He paused, turning back to his sister briefly. “I would rather not remain looking like this, I’m am going to wash. There is a river somewhere running through this terra that drains in Leisure Lake on the far side of Aurora Borealis. Coming?” He knew he was acting odd – he had called her and now was leaving her, but such was his norm.

He knew the boundary of Aurora Borealis quite well but he was not privy to the finer details of the territory. Add in the dense pickets of trees that filled in pack’s interior, and even a river would be difficult to find. So Aindreas picked a random line of travel and moved straight in that direction, imagining that he would either cross it or he would not. If he didn’t all he would have to do would be to travel cross the other way of the territory in order. Not a single thought of the distance or how much time he would be wasting crossed his mind, for time was linear and they all had limited amounts of it, but there was nothing he would be able to do to prolong his life. So he would spend the time he had left, however much or little of it here was, as he desired. And right now he wanted to clean the pounds of dirt and dust and filth from his fur.

As luck would have it, he had chosen the correct direction to travel in. Before long, the silent roar of a stream entered into his auds, hardly more than a whisper, but it caused the titan to increase his pace. Within a few short moments, a glimmer of the river entered his orbs and he leapt into it, immediately soaking himself. The bottom of the stream was lined with rocks and Aindreas held his breath, rolling around on the ground, the rocks scrubbing his pelt clean. Downstream the water ran brown. It came clean quickly, and when Aindreas emerged he was clean, albeit now soaked. Tenderly, he stepped upon the earth. “My den was dirty, it needed to be cleaned out.” The explanation was plainly spoken, minimalist really, but it properly explained why his appearance had been so disheveled. Arctics finding the mirrored orbs of his sister, he shook out his pelt before inhaling deeply. He knew she desired conversation, to get to know each other. To bond. “How… do you like our new pack?

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||Aindreas|| ||No Mate|| ||Moondown Shadows - Omega|| ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||




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