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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The surge of adrenaline that worked her way up her spine was forthcoming. It made her feel powerful as she made herself known to the world by coming out of the darkness and into the light of the day that would be one these wolves would always remember. Only did that thought disappear when the beat of air was sucked out of her lungs and she found herself falling towards the ground. But she got up, and with a snarl from the pit of her soul and a jump from halfway across the clearing, her body force sent the gray brute plummeting to the ground. A loud grunt twisted the air as the pop and twist of bone under her ivories sent her ears peeling backward. Her amber gaze burned holes from the pits of Hell into his eyes. And as the scent of heavy blood filled the air, the haunting sound of Kalgalath filled the girl’s ears. Though with the speech of her leader, her gaze did not falter from the brute. She waited until the large body underneath her struggled against her weight, and fought through the pain she had caused as he and his partner flooded back into the trees.

Magic turned around, and the sight of the killed wolf seemed to take her back. Her pools searched Kal’s eyes, even as they were not upon her. She nodded once, noting that this was the right thing to do. “My apologies, good wolves. I thank you for your service - no, I mean help - yes… very much appreciated… and needed…” The black vixen let a small nod escape into the clearing, energy and lust still flowing through her body. She would need to calm down and relax before she could be herself once more. And it would take some talking to move the pace along. “They will not be coming back.” But as she would about to move herself, she found another wolf at the edge of the clearing. The ess must not have seen him when he had entered.

“I do not know what else to say. Were they after you?” Her gaze, this time, matched up with those of her Alpha’s, taking in his glance and whatever he might portray onto her. She had not been in this kind of situation before, and since her own King was here, her thoughts, actions, and commands would be bested. Not that she would compete. She was just the other walking form for Aurora. Zig was not here. She would never gain the black vixen’s loyalty. In fact, she never did. Magic turned her head to the other wolf in the clearing. “And you. Were you being chased by these wolves as well?” Her hackles were still raised, the adrenaline still pumping through her body. Though, as she was still in her home, they were starting to relax.

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| Magic | Tied to Unmoglitch | No Pups | Beta of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot |



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