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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Peering through weaves of emerald grass, the vixen sat lowered to the ground. The tip of her tail lightly thumped the ground as she blankly looked up into one of the oak trees located around the edges of Aurora territory. She watched as it carefully nibbled on a nut, amber orbs narrowing and moving into the directions of which it started to run. It galloped to the bottom of the tree and wobbled forward into the new morning sunlight. The blades of grass played with the sides of its fur, orange fluff dancing in the small breezes twisting within the realm. The girl raised her hackles, fighting to keep the adrenaline from causing them to move too fast. Then the animal looked up and made eye contact with her, frozen within the fiery blaze of her gaze. The black shadow launched herself from the darkness of the ground and chased the squirrel for a few feet before snatching it up with her maw and breaking its neck. She let it lay by her feet for several moments before lifting her head and taking back the breath that was stolen from her. Taking the small creature within her ivories, she turned her bodice around and headed for home.

It had been awhile since the first day Magic had actually encountered her son. She had wondered why this maned vixen had come to the edges of Aurora bearing the idea of a pup. He wasn’t even the same species as the woman herself, which provided more questions than answers. But Tarly had needed a home, and a family is what Magic had wanted. Though these circumstances would have surprised her a year ago. Her mate was dead, having fallen and broken what life he had finally left in him. Magic tried not to think about him, knowing the thoughts of his struggle would bear her down in her duties to her new son and her back. Though on nights when she couldn’t sleep, she took pity in the fact that she never believed she loved him.

Anyway, the den that she had enlarged came into sight. From the darkness inside, she could see the small hazel eyes that peered out from the hole in the ground. Magic smiled with breakfast in her mouth, and carefully set it down outside in the soft grass. Warmth hugged the edges of her bodice as she made eye contact with her son. Her son. Of all things. “Tarly. Good morning sleepy head.” The fae called to him as she sat herself on the ground. It was a wonderful morning to eat out in the nice morning air, the gap in the trees giving a chance for sunlight to warm both Magic’s life as well as Tarly’s.

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



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