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 January 3, 2015 at 09:02:20 PM by Destan.
Drained and left in a deep state of shock, the boy found himself to be in a coma like state- still awake and yet unconscious to the world. In fact he barely noticed the approach of the dark cloaked wolf until the stranger- who he would soon come to realise was King Kong- was within potential striking distance. Deep words, muffled to the adolescent’s ears, finally brought the weary boy out of his dreamlike state though he barely understood exactly what the warrior had said. For moments he simply lay still composing himself enough to keep his fretfulness at bay and try to figure out the best response he could manage. Only then was it that the boy tried, on numerous attempts, to talk but they were all stifled by a mix of anxiety and exhaustion and so eventually he resolved to simply and weakly shaking his head, before it slumped back onto the ground with a heavy thud. Destan must have lost consciousness then, under the careful watch of Kong, as the next thing he could perceive was the warmth and words of his mother. Blurry, emerald eyes fluttered open and strained to focus on the comforting stature of his nurse, the sight of which brought a small and sheepish smile to form on his kissers. ”I... I guess, I’m not. Not ready for the world mother.” A light chuckle quickly turned to a whimper as he shuffled closer to nuzzle his mother as fears overwhelmed his mind. It had been this behaviour that had resulted in him being abandoned by his own parents and the thought of it happening again had always weighed heavily in the back of his mind. That was one of the reasons why Destan had suppressed the urge to tell his adopted family how he was feeling. He had thought that eventually he would fight the battle and win, but it had not happened exactly how he had planned and now he was so weak that he wouldn’t manage to hunt, even if he had gained the courage to leave the den. And now he feared that he would drive his mother and sister away and the past would repeat itself. It took the youngster a while before he could pick up the energy to take his first bite of the juicy trout his mother had placed at his paws. Usually a private eater, the brujo was slightly sceptical of tearing into the fishes’ nutritious flesh with other wolves around him, but hunger overwhelmed him and he was soon tucking into the succulent morsel and finding reassurance in the grooming his mother soon engulfed him in. Between mouthfuls, the adolescent spoke once more. ”It’s not Khaleesi’s fault... I have done this to myself. Don’t be angry mother.” It seemed an inappropriate time to start eating again but hunger bit away at his form and teeth were once again set to work on the trout. Not long after another vixen entered the clearing- a look of thunder upon her face- and Destan gulped down the last mouthful of fish before retreating to his usual timid facade. Khaleesi was soon at the other side of the lad’s body and did not take long to press her-self against his skeletal form as she had done most nights when nightmares had wracked his mind. He was cocooned between the only two females in his life and though slightly uncomfortable now, with the tension and anger flying between his mother and sister, Destan welcomed their tender touches. He sat quietly with his face hidden as his sister questioned Kong in a protective manner before she pushed what was left of the fish towards him; though he was in no mood to eat now. ”I... I just couldn’t do it. I don’t think... I will ever be ready for the world.” The same sheepish smile worked its way back onto his kissers though it did not last for long. Whilst the other’s conversed, Destan could not help but let the monsters encroach on his thoughts; filling his mind with negativity and fear. Was it not morally correct for a male wolf to protect the females in his family? To provide for them and protect them from their fears? Yet he was the one being protected and provided for. What sort of male was he? It was all becoming too much for the disturbed brute when another teen appeared through the foliage. His head lifted only slightly to peer over his mothers back, emerald peepers taking in the form of none other than the princess. A tremor raced through the male’s form as he once again hid his face in embarrassment. The last time Destan had seen Blayre he had not been able to deny his attraction to her, though he would never tell her that. Hell, he could hardly even pick up the courage to talk to her. It was a relief to him that she had not pointed her questions at him and had instead directed them at Hellene. The adolescent stayed quiet for most of the conversing, his eyes flickering from wolf to wolf before he placed his head on his paws once again and hoped that the nightmare would be over soon. Word Count: 875 OOC: |
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