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 17, 2014 at 11:09:58 PM by Gwaine
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Albion had been great. It really had. But Gwaine had found himself wanting more. Somewhere new and exciting, full of adventure. That was how he had found himself here in Blossom Forest. Wolves here were just the same as back home and he’d found himself getting into a few scuffles already. Nothing the knight couldn’t handle of course. Most lupines were inexperienced, slow fools who got a kick out of watching others fight. The boy had earned many a meal taking on others and for that he had to be good. Still, that wasn’t all he wanted to do. Just to spruce things up a bit. Exploring and adventure were his real loves. Now he’d finally got a chance to do just that and was finding himself quite bored to be honest. Gwaine had always traveled alone before Arthur had knighted him. It had taken him a while to become accustomed to traveling with the others, but he found that he enjoyed their company. Welcomed it. It was odd to be by one’s self again, especially in a strange new place. No matter, he would make do. The woods were not so dangerous, hardly at all, and there was no one who wished to harm him here. Not yet anyway. There was plenty of time to make enemies. For now he was content with taking a break from having them. That was the nice part of being new: No one (or almost no one) knew you and therefore couldn’t have a grudge against you. It was less fun not having to watch your back from others. Things were to simple, too quaint. It wasn’t something the chocolate brute was used to and not something he liked very much. He would have to change that as soon as possible. A commotion could be heard up ahead. Nothing to serious, just some running. Still, perhaps it would be worth his while. Gwaine picked up his pace, running in the direction of the pawsteps. Once he caught the scent, he followed it to a group of lupines. The brute decided to go around the side, looking on from the dense brush. A small brujo lay flat on the ground, dirt thrown up around him as if he had fallen, his face painted in fear. Someone had been chasing him. A pounding of footsteps told him that someone still was chasing him. Three someones in fact. If there was one thing Gwaine had no patience for it was bullies like these. He made to leap out in front of the trio, but was beaten to it by an ess who throw herself out of the shadows and onto one of them. The two wrestled briefly before she was pinning the brute, saying something that Gwaine could only think was a threat of some sort. He whipped his head around to a large gray brute leaping over the small one and stand, ready to fight, in front of him. These words he did hear. I suggest you change your course of action... if you wish to live. The knight knew the type. They wouldn’t stop. And even he, a trained knight, was not pleased with the odds here. Time to make his entrance. The titan sauntered in, standing like a barrier between the remaining two brutes and the gray lupine. A smirk came over his face. It was time to have some fun. He’d been dying for a fight and this one seemed to promise fun. “Well now. Seems you’ve got yourself in a pickle.” He looked over to the lone brute and grinned. Then, turned to face the bullies, still smiling. He made no move to make them think he was going to attack them, just smiled pleasantly. Then, without warning, lunged at one of the brutes, sending the two of them flying backwards. Gwaine leapt off, daggers flashing as his opponent regained his footing. He wasn’t very big or particularly intimidating, but he was determined. And slow. Obviously he wasn’t used to being stood up to. The knight danced out of reach, occasionally throwing a quick defense and attack. But mostly he was waiting for his opponent to make a mistake and give him a surefire opportunity. It wasn’t long before he did, lunging at Gwaine. He left his side vulnerable and Gwaine threw himself to the side and took his chance, jumping into the other’s flank and rolling him over onto his back. Gwaine was not as small as the lass, who had been kicked by the brute she had taken on, and managed to stay on his opponent long enough to bite at his skin and draw both blood and yelps before finding the struggling body too much and hold down and leapt off at his own accord. Once Gwaine had gotten an attack in, he took charge of the fight. Lunging for the brute’s neck and legs, the brute doing to same to him. Often the found their jaws colliding. Both were bleeding from bitemarks (though the bully far more than he), but the knight finally forced him onto his back again, pinning him. The knight’s ivories found themselves centimeters away from their opponents jugular. Gwaine spoke in a calm, low voice, “If you want to keep your throat, I’d suggest you get your scrawny ass out of here.” |
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