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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Surges of light bathed the black sky in an ambiance of a God. It was rhythmic, sensational, desireable. Throbbing without a lust to stop, it beat a song of ancient drums. In and out the sound came; in and out the darkness retreated. In and out was the chest of a being, for it was running. It was running from the horizon, the sky, the ground. Eyes of red watched from behind trunks of trees, leering with angst and a sort of demonhood. It was like being blind. Shadows started to creep around the being, slithering over fur and claw, ear and muzzle as it tried to wrap the being up. The drums in the distance was accompanied by that of a rapid heartbeat. Water started to drip from the edges of the leaves, the pine needles from overhead. Sweaty, the air started to thicken. It was suffocating. The being was being strangled by intimate ounces of cold, lusty, fear.

The ess burst awake, the soft light of the morning sun drifting through the entrance of her den. She tasted the darkness and the strong scent of pine carefully dabbed at her nose; a friendly reassurance that she was home. She was at peace. The female sucked in a breath, and looked around her. A small gray form lay beside her, emanating midnight heat off of his pelt. Slightly smiling, the vixen lowered her muzzle down to the tip of his chest, hearing the soft in and out of air coming from his chest. “Tarly,” she whispered. Magic had only had him for a matter of a few days, and she was still struggling with the idea of the being beside her being her son. Her son? How could it be that she would be appointed the role of giving this pup a caregiver? What had happened to his real mother, as there was no way the vixen she had received him from was his real mother. “Tarly, it’s time to get up.” Magic waited for a grumble before she herself rose and walked out of the den, a sharp scent hitting her and almost barrelled her over. And the memories of the dreams came back to her mind.

he is dead.

A sharp pain in her stomach caused her to turn around, waiting for the bruteling to come out of their home. Hunger was starting to lurk its way into her stomach, and she began to look around for a stray animal. Pools of amber locked onto a small squirrel on the ground. Carefully, the fae lifted her paws and manouvered herself behind the animal, leaping between the trees and grasping it by its neck. Within a small second, she had returned, and had layed out the squirrel in front of her son. Minutes passed, and a howl reached across the sky. Magic smiled, glad that her Alpha was ready to call another pack meeting. “Are you ready to meet Kalgalath, today? We’ve got to get a move on.” What an extremely awkward situation. The ess bit her tongue and she turned around, burying the small form of the carcass in the dirt so they could come back to it.

Eventually, the clearing came into sight, three wolves already taking their places around her leader. Magic was actually surprised, as she did not know two of them. She stopped herself a distance away from Kalgalath to start forming a circle. “Greetings, Kal. This is my...son, Tarly. He is very excited to meet you.” The fae dipped her head to Kong, glad to see him again. She had not had the pleasure of talking to him in quite a while, or in general. But she turned her head quickly to the two new wolves, unknown to the position within the circle they would be accustomed to. “Welcome to Aurora. My name is Magic.”

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| Magic | Tied to none | Tarly | Beta of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot |



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