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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“Yes. You did make it worse. After I told you not to leave me again, you did. After I thought you would stay for good, you left. After I thought that you would turn around and prove me wrong, you proved me right and let me down.” She turned her head away from him. Emotions flooded through her brain and her body as she tried to disfigure the task at hand. How could she forgive him? How could she put more trust into him when he had never given anything back?...Perhaps she couldn’t. Perhaps she didn’t want to. Glitch continued on his speech, talking away some of the tension in Magic’s body. But her bones lurched with rage at several words and she tried her hardest to keep herself composed. “I’m still trying to figure out if you deserve another chance, Glitch. I’m trying to understand what you have done to me. I understand what you fear, even if I don’t feel it myself.”

The vixen got up, her black bodice bleeding in and out of the moon shining above. She looked up, straight into the face of it, and waited. She was confused. She didn’t know how she should handle this. The moon offered nothing to her as the silence started to eat away at what ever comfort still remained in the area. “I've always been a failure, haven't I?" The fae turned around and looked into his eyes with her brow furrowed. “You do that every time. Every time you say things like that to me. Glitch, you can fail at things, but that doesn’t automatically make you a failure. Stop using that against yourself! Stop using those lines to get to me; you are trying to convince me when all you are doing is trying to convince yourself.”

Taking two paces closer, she stopped within a respectable distance. It was hard to know what she had wanted to do. The battle that was happening in her mind had to determine how she was going to live again; how she was going to live with this wolf again. She sat herself onto the ground, twitching an ear at a breeze. It pulled at her, clawing into her mind and in and out of her ears. It was grooming her, and she wanted it. It was in this moment she raised her head. “I am giving us one more chance. Notice how I didn’t say ‘you.’ I am giving the idea of us being together one more chance, but I want to take it a little slow and move a little backwards before we can move forwards. For now, you can’t sleep in my den. We don’t have to be next to each other every waking minute. I think it will help the both of us if, both of us, learn how to live separate at the same time as living together. We can put what past we have, considering the predicament we are in now, behind us for the time being. I still love you, Glitch, and I am not leaving you. I am still your mate. I am still your lover. But I want to try this so we don’t have to lean on each other all the time to remain standing.”


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



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