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 bitter breath of the wind was unforgiving as the black vixen made her way through the leaves on the ground. They were battle-stricken, aged and yellow and yearning for the days where they lapped up the sun like a dog. But those days were now over, as the clouds corrupted the sky and started to bleed their woes. For now, there would be no escape from the wind. But soon, the strike of winter would soon be upon them. With the only deciduous trees losing most of their leaves, the pine gave a real comfort. They blocked out the wind, shrouded those who wanted to stay hidden; they would give shelter for the heavy snow. And the black vixen moved from tree to tree in the overcast light, each section only appearing slightly darker than the one before because the clouds were hiding all of the limelight. There would be no dancing today.

And a voice, strong and powerful and familiar to the bone, struck the air with a calm but daring force. The black one lifted her head. It was a call for something. Not anything in particular. But even so, the girl changed her course. Not the correct term, as her course was not previously set in the first place. Her paws traced the fallen pine needles with little regret. For this was her home, and nothing else. The scent of Kalgalath entered her nares, though she knew where she was going, she loved the comfort than there were still ones alive. Aurora was quiet. Even Magic never even cared to lift a paw and exit her den on some days. It seemed that the last bit of summer ended a little too early, which sent what seemed like the entire forest into remission. Nonetheless, it felt good to rise again. To lift a foot off the ground and live for a purpose that you couldn’t define.

She broke the edges of the trees, amber gaze setting upon those of her King. They were cold and warming, as they always had been. “Kal. I’m glad I finally have a breath of fresh air.” She smiled, tracing herself up to where he stood and nodding. She didn’t even need to imagine what he should be feeling, for it was happening to her as well. Glitch was gone. And Kal was in the middle of his release from Zig. The girl had no idea what had happened in the past three weeks between the two. And maybe this was the time to find out. Catch up on something that was long overdue.

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



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