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 20, 2014 at 04:36:38 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice Hardly had his words fell from his lips before the scene in front of him became a battle ground. A black blur was all he saw but he knew without concentrating that it was Magic, his Beta coming to meet him and to attack those who would dare threaten to breach the boundary. One of the attackers, the one focused upon by Magic, swore at her just as she collided with him, digging in her talons and flipping him to land atop of him. She was a wondrous fighter but even she got injured and the metallic tang of blood entered the air, pulling more rage from him, adrenaline rushing eagerly into his veins. Her snarl reached his ears and his arctics caught sight of her grabbing onto one of the brute’s limbs – that was all the attention he could lend to her. He trusted in her fully, and knew she could handle this single brute, this bully. Her own words entered the air, adding to the threat he had stated. Get. Out. Of. My. Pack. Lands. But still the onslaught came and Kalgalath tensed his muscles, ready to pounce. Briefly, he considered that all of this was a ploy, that the brute who Kalgalath had, in the heat of the moment, determined to be the victim and now stood over protectively, was a decoy sent ahead to lower his defenses. It was no secret that Kalgalath had a kind heart and helped those in need. But the fear that rolled off of the fallen varg could not be faked – he was, indeed, a victim in this, worthy of protection. Another low growl escaped his chest as he snapped his jowls toward the remaining two attackers. “You have been warned. Twice. Now you shall face the consequences.” As with before, his vocals did not increase with volume – yelling was not needed, the threat was clear. Just as he was about to lunge into battle, another varg entered the scene, this one painted brown. He walked in, words spilling out, ones Kalgalath could hardly hear above the scream for blood, the demand for battle that his body was calling for. Well now. Seems you’ve got yourself in a pickle. Smiling at Kalgalath, the Alpha did not have the time no evaluate him – his words could be swayed either as a taunt to Kalgalath, meaning that he would throw in his lot with the attackers… or a mere evaluation of the situation. Briefly, Kalgalath wondered if he and Magic could take on four attackers… when this stranger instead attacked one of the two remaining bullies, knocking him to the side. They started to spar and soon, his arctics failed to see them at all. It seemed, for the time being at least, that this stranger was proving to be their ally. That left one bully, a single wolf, and Kalgalath’s arctics narrowed, death dancing within their gaze, but still, this brute came on, his confidence unwavering. But Kalgalath had warned him, Magic as well, and so to this one, Kalgalath would be the bringer of death. The attacker chuckled and feinted a lunge, thinking to swoop in to Kal’s side when Kal leapt aside defensively but though it was expertly done, Kalgalath did not fall for it. He instead hunkered low enough to the earth that his chest and abdomen pressed into the earth as if he was about to leap away and instead, threw his weight into his opponent as soon as he changed direction. Because Kal kept so low to the ground, he was able to come up underneath him, his withers connecting firmly with the angle of the jaw. A whoosh was all he heard as the brute’s air left him from the force of the connect. He was sent flying to the ground upon his dorsal and gracefully, lethally, Kalgalath landed upon him. The brute coughed underneath him and Kalgalath swifted placed his two front paws on the medial aspect of his victim’s elbows, forcing the limbs to rotate outward, a direction that their form did not mean for them to turn. The brute screamed in pain and he struggled against Kalgalath, only to find that Kal’s hind paws were placed on his medial hind legs as well, daggers digging into flesh dangerously close to his femoral vein. Kalgalath roared, commanding his victim’s gaze to him. Finally, his arctics caught the other’s orbs just as the stranger spoke. If you want to keep your throat, I’d suggest you get your scrawny ass out of here. A grim smile came upon Kal’s maw – the other two had held back, but this one, this was the forerunning of their little gang. He had led them to this, led the improper onslaught. He was to be dealt the full punishment, take the full brunt of the consequences. “You. Were. Warned.” Still, the varg struggled beneath him, his vocals quiet and pleading. Please, let us go, we just wanted to push him about a little bit... he is so pathetic, he isn't one of your pack members, you didn't need to protect him but we weren't going to kill him just have a little one. You understand how... His vocals were cut off with a gargle. Viciously, Kalgalath’s teeth tore into the brutes throat, and his powerful mandible closed down, a pop signaling the crushing of the trachea. It would have been a slow and painful death had Kalgalath left it at that, but instead he continued with the motion, ripping out the jugular and carotid, blood both spraying him and the brute upon the ground. This would be quicker, more merciful, and within seconds, the brute lay still beneath him. Kalgalth took no pleasure in stealing another’s life, but in this case, it had been necessary. The rage still did not disseminate from his form and he raised his gaze to the remaining two attackers that lived. “I have killed this one for he led you. If you wish to meet the same fate as he, by all means, continue to fight. Or, you may flee with your lives. But mark my words, should you ever return to my lands or threaten another as you did to this one, I shall hunt you down and kill you myself.” He stood still, like his son Aindreas so often did, waiting to hear their replies… and all the while, the blood of the fallen dripped down his pelt, a puddle of blood forming around his paws. .................................................................................................................................................................................... **adult*male*ALPHA - Aurora Borealis*tied to Zig*Father to Aindreas, Adara, Rohan, and Blayre*Azura** |
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