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 am the Tempest (NPC)
IP: 66.208.245.121

Ah the scents of this new place were driving him forward. All the new places to wreck havoc upon, and destroy because that’s what he did, him and his pack of rebels. They had already torn through and ravaged some of the gathering grounds but now they were headed for a pack land. His muted, grey pupils gleamed with a hunger that would never be quenched. His paws reached out with each stride, as he began to head the pack of wolves. The scent line hit their nares but none of them paused even for a second. A cruel smile plastered across his face, his wicked mind twisted up in the excitement of the destruction. His name was Tempest. He was the storm raging across the plains, the ocean and everything he touched became ash under his claws.

There was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye as a brown hued femme launched herself in a full force attack on his pack. He narrowly escaped her grasp as she whipped by his hind quarters going for second in line. He circled back around and launched for her but was caught off guard as a rumbling grey mass hurtled itself into his side. He rolled to the ground take the impact in his hips. Tempest skid-rolled to a stop and jumped back to his feet, spinning around to face his attacker. A primordial growl rumbled out of his chest as he lunged at the mottled brute. His jaw widen as he neared the brute, ivories gleaming in the light. His body hurtled towards the brute’s shoulder. His jaws planned to land on the top of muscle where the brachiocephalicus and trapezius inserted near the deltoids and shoulder. Should he land the attack his jaw would clench close and his head would begin to violently shake to rip apart the skin and musculature. His release would be quick and dirty. His ivories would scrape the area as he pulled away and dodged and any quick attacks. His black and grey paws would dance away to the brute hindquarters hopefully making him have to turn and give Tempest more time to react.

Voices continued to screech around them as more wolves arrived to join the fight. The fight was beginning to even out.


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