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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Posted on December 2, 2015 at 03:44:18 AM by Magic
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Snow had littered the ground in a couple of feet as the vixen wove her way through the trees. The squirrel she had caught was thin, nimble, and frail. Trees had fallen, pine overthrowing the scent of grass and tumbleweeds as the sky ached to get brighter and had little energy for the fauna living amongst the forest. Magic traced her steps back towards her den, a small hole in a hill plundered with a monster white abyss of cold. As the black vixen rounded a corner, she could see the little brown head of her son amidst the opening to their sanctuary. She felt a smile curl her kissers before she had a chance to drop the food she had brought for him. And he came running, weaving between her towers and ruffling the fur on her belly. It was these moments she never thought she would ever be able to treasure, because this opportunity of having a son had never been available for many reasons. But this creature was one she actually believed she loved. Her flesh and blood he was not, but his eyes stared back at hers in an innocent way. Magic had all of the power in the world. And to think we trusted her with it. “Yes sir. After you finish we can do something fun.” Despite the weather beating down the area with an iron fist, there were still some areas around the territory able for small paws and big personalities. They had been together for not even half of a year and still the boy trusted the vixen with his life. But Magic couldn’t help but worry, as the bruteling still woke in the night crying and sweating, arousing the female and scaring her half to death each time. But seconds go by and she would realize what was happening and curl her form around her little pile of fluff. She would make the scaries go away. She would protect her fragile little life form from the demons of the night. Magic looked around as Tarly finished the food at his feet. The fae had not eaten yet that day, her lean black form starting to become skinny as the winter was starting to take from the land. Vowing to feed her son first, she would find snacks on the way from border patrols and scavenge whatever she could. This would be Tarly’s first winter, and she would make sure he came out of it alive. Maybe not the same, as the somber clouds above cast shadows upon open fields, but all in one piece. And totally alive. “Alrighty, are you ready to go out for a bit?” | Magic | Tied to none | Tarly | Beta of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot | |
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