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 brute returned her smile as she spoke, his grin only growing as she welcomed him into the pack, though it disappeared as she began to threaten him should he ever be dumb enough to cross the pack that she had just allowed him access to. Still, it did not fully destroy his good mood, for his curiosity continued when she fell silent. Is he the leader? Hellene scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Of course he is! Did you join this pack without knowing anything about it?!” A soft chuckle rumbled from her maw as she shook her head. “Yes, Universe. Kalgalath is the Alpha here. He is fair and loyal, but he has an anger you never want to face that is unleashed upon those who betray him. You will meet him soon, there has been talk of a pack meeting as winter has finally left us.

And don’t worry at all hun, I’m not one to hurt wolves. Hellene paused, staring him down once more. She hated accepting wolves into the pack – she was not the best at judging others. That was, among many other things, her sister’s forte. Hellene was not graceful, nor calm, nor silent, nor tactful. Her one skill was healing… but her fortitude in that one aspect made up for everything that she lacked. “That is exactly what someone who did hurt wolves would say.” She said it in a mumbling fashion, turning away from him, waiting for his response to her final questions.

May I have a tour? His azure gaze met her ambers and she merely nodded before crossing back over the boundary line. “Follow me.” Her limbs moved into motion, russet and grey fur melding together as she trotted deeper into the thicket of trees that filled the entirety of the packlands. “Stay close, it is easy to get lost. These furs are never ending, and if you rush through them you are liable to run off of a cliff. Now, first we are going to the clearing. It is the only place in Aurora Borealis devoid of the groves, and it is where Kalgalath holds all of his pack meetings.” Her path was straight and unwavering – though it had taken quite a bit of time for her to become accustomed to the lay of the land, she knew it very well now. Within a few minutes, they were completely surrounded by the groves, the branches caressing their pelt as they trotted through, and then suddenly, the trees broke away and before them was a meadow full of flowers and tall grass. In the center was a single large boulder. “That… that is Kalgalath’s throne.


||Hellene|| ||No Mate|| ||Aurora Borealis – Zeta || ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||



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