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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~I hope you smile when you look down on me~

The ashen ess laid alone in her thoughts for a bit longer before her mottled knight awoke. His rumbling chest sent shivers down her spine, and her nerves were on fire. She purred instinctually, letting her primordial instincts kick in. She arched her spine fitting her bodice tightly against Kalgalath’s strong frame, but his words brought Sebring to a more controllable state. Her golden suns searched for his icy pools, and found them looking directly into hers. “Did you sleep alright, Sebring?” The ashen ess nodded, “More than alright.” She murmured quietly. More words sat at the tip of her tongue. There was no lyric or poetry that could explain the blossoming desire in her breast. Its ensnaring grip was spreading through her, each nerve becoming more infected with a need to feel his touch, hear his voice and feel his breath hot on her skin.

I want him. I need him…


Sebring realized that without Kalgalath she wouldn’t be here and if he was to leave her she would shatter and never recover. She felt her body changing, her hormones were changing. She was changing. She felt the renewed strength returning and flooding her body, but she couldn’t move. She felt rational mind slipping beneath her primary instincts, and she couldn’t fight it. She hadn’t felt like this and she didn’t want it to fade away. A growling purr, laced with pleasure escaped her bodice and she started to press into Kalgalath, but she forced herself to stop. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! She mentally beat herself, what was she thinking!? Simply put, she wasn’t. She was acting on instinct and feeling and she loved it. My god, Sebring couldn’t get enough, but she had to stop.

She extricated herself from Kalgalath’s embrace, lingering traces of warmth sitting just under her skin. Reminding her of what she could return to. She didn’t want to leave Kalgalath and find a new den. She wanted to stay with him, sleep with him; she wanted to… what did she want? Sebring knew what she wanted. She wanted Kalgalath. For herself. She wanted to know that he would be hers forever, no matter how selfish that sounded. She wanted him, she wanted to love him. Sebring loved Kalgalath. She finally understood what she had been feeling, why she had so entrusted her life without a second glance. But was it too soon? Sebring shook her crown trying to clear her head of the lingering thoughts. She smiled at Kalgalath, inviting him to rise with her. “Maybe you can show me the next best den, to your own today?” She teased him lightly, but she felt her heart beat a bit faster at the thought of leaving his side.

Sebring noticed small hairs that were out of place on her mottled knight’s cranium. She padded towards him and gently groomed him. Her tongue grazing his crown and laying flat the hairs to which sleep had disturbed. She lingered slightly, inhaling his scent. The earthy scent enveloped her, making her long to lay back down with him and waste the day away. She giggled quietly and pulled away waiting for Kalgalath to join her.


"They’re only baby scars," She whispers.

~Sebring~ :: ~Femme~ :: ~Adult~ :: ~Indebted to Kalgalath~ :: ~Aurora Borealis~ :: ~No Realtions~



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