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 August 4, 2014 at 03:55:17 PM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Aindreas had not crossed the boundary into his father’s domain in quite some time, and thus he had left his current home, Moondown Shadows, to travel to Aurora Borealis. His white pelt was clean this time, kept and polished just as he preferred it. Last time, he had just finished digging himself a den, or rather, had just finished cleaning out his den of cobwebs and the corpses of leftover meals. The brute had met up with his blood sister Adara, and she had unceasingly made fun of him for his state of disarray. That was not something he would allow to happen again, his image was his pride. Not to say that he was vain, for he wasn’t. Rather, he believed that his body mirrored the abilities of his body. If he was muscular and well kept, he saw himself as more able. But more than that, he believed that his image was a reflection of his leader. If he cared enough about whoever he was serving, he would put in more effort. Not just in grooming or in training, but in following orders and patrolling and protecting. When he had met up with Adara during his last time in Aurora Borealis, he had been unsure about his feelings for Striker… unsure about how he would lead or if he was trustworthy. That was no longer an issue in Aindreas’ mind. As he nears the boundary, he picks up on his sister’s scent, but this time it isn’t Adara. It isn’t his blood sister, but rather his adoptive sister. He has only met her once, briefly, and though he had promised himself that he would return and protect and teach her and be the sibling that Aindreas himself had never had, he had yet to fulfill that idea. In Blayre’s childhood, Aindreas had been dealing with the loneliness of Munashii Gekko, his mind softening and twisting and turning. Sure, the brute had gone a bit crazy… sometimes he still was. But back then he had been fullblown crazy, and he knew that was no time to be around her. Now, now he was starting to heal, and his mental capacity was sane more often than not. It was safe to see her now. A rare smile crosses his maw and his haunches push off the ground just a little harder, eager to finally have a chance to bond with her. Briefly, a moment of guilt flashes through him that he sees Blayre as innocent, one he should fight to spend time with whereas he believes that Adara is just as guilty as their mother for leaving him… Adara is trying so hard to bond with him but even so Aindreas is often just so hard around her. So cold. So cut off. Just as he is about to cross the boundary the smile disappears as two new scents come to intertwine with that of Blayre’s. One is blood… and one is a stranger’s scent. Aindreas is almost certain it is not that of a pack member for he knows the scent of all of them unless this one is new. His white pelt allowed him to stalk his way through Aurora Borealis during the winter unseen and unheard, his form essentially a ghost. So whose is this scent that is near his sister? His young, naïve, malleable sister? Hackles raising slightly, he increases his pace, feeling angry and protective of the young femme. As he crosses the boundary, his rage only increases as this stranger is within the boundary of Aurora Borealis, without permission. Whoever this brute is is now a danger to everyone within. It is only a few moments before Blayre comes into his vision and he growls at the sight of her. He does not see her growth into a teenager as much of a difference for he has always seen her as his sister, so her newly apparent beauty is lost on him, meaning naught. What his arctics see is the wound in her shoulder, the stain of blood marring her grey pelt. And then, then his gaze falls upon the brute whose scent his nares had captured, a ivory brute just as Aindreas aside from the single grey leg. He arrives just in time to hear the brute’s last few words. I’m from here, I was just… away. As of for staying for a while… that’s the plan. “A plan that you will not live long enough to carry out should you remain within this borders.” His vocals are low, rumbling with a growl. The threat is obvious as he squares off against Cody, his form low to the ground only because he is perfectly poised to lunge at him; His muscles are tensed and ready to be released, his electric blue orbs are focused upon his target, his lips are raised to expose the teeth that soon will tear into the brute’s flesh. “Now get away from my sister and get the hell out of here before I make you into my breakfast.” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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