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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Destan had outgrown both his mother and sister a long time ago, his giant form made even bigger by the mass of fur he carried around with him. His body had grown muscular and strong and he was pretty sure he would out match even the biggest of males in Blossom Forest. And with his change in appearance came a subtle change in personality. Destan had become more reserved and quiet, still suffering from vicious bouts of anxiety but learning how to control it more. He hardly ever mentioned it now, though he knew his mother and sister could tell almost instantly how he was feeling. Slowly but surely he was beginning to not only live but thrive- though it would most certainly not happen overnight- and he was hunting and training and learning how to survive.

However, unlike his sister, Destan had not plucked up the courage to leave the family den and so it was here that he woke up the morning of the pack meeting. Emerald green orbs surveyed the area as a yawn escaped his jaws. He was surprised at first to see the white form of his sister squished against his form, but it pulled a small smile onto his kissers, as he nuzzled her gently. It didn’t take long for the trio to awake fully and begin their journey to the clearing of meetings- Kalgalath’s call dragging them swiftly from the den. Destan travelled quietly by his mother’s side though his sister’s excitement made the lad chuckle softly. Even though they were adults now, Khaleesi had a skill in returning to her youth whenever she got excited. She was the first of the trio to, literally, bound through the foliage towards the King, who laughed at the sight of the, not so small, pair. At his words Khaleesi had spoken up, jokingly mocking the older male’s statement and Hellene had greeted him not long after. Following their lead, the young adult stepped forwards, dipping his head lightly towards the other brute. ”I’m still fluffy, I suppose.”

Destan had moved swiftly after his mother then, seating himself next to her as she spoke to a brujo and one that he had never seen before. A strange feeling began to rise in his stomach at the sight of his mother with another male and listening to Khaleesi’s words was all the lad could do to remain calm. His eyes gazed around the clearing, softening ever so slightly when he caught the sight of those who he knew before his line of view moved to Kalgalath, as he spoke.


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Destan | Pupless | Loveless | Aurora Borealis | Young Adult | Adopted by Hellene | Brother to Khaleesi | xhollowremains





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