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 5, 2015 at 05:14:43 AM by Brendon Urie
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  Finders Keepers Losers Weepers Brendon smiled before Hellene had left he and Universe alone. He wanted to see her again sometime, and probably would, since he was now a member of the pack. He felt as he had an importance now, and almost like a new family, though he had missed his father and mother. Why was he abandoned, anyways? The thought would remain on his mind for a while. ----------------------- The pup grew up, growing out a redder coat like a normal maned wolf would have. It was still slightly off-tint, but no harm done. He had grown taller, his pillars graceful when they swept across the cool grass. His eyes were still dark as ever, the brown hue still shining deeply. He had grown much more into his intended figure, and gained even more exquisite features. His chiseled face could be attractive to any girl. Slim, with a defined nose and his pools of brown sticking out fairly well among his light facial fur. His pelt, as mentioned before, grew to be a darker hue, but it also gained a "glossy" look due to healthy fur. Brendon's black stockings snuck their way up his legs, stopping to about where his muscular abdomen was. In general, the maned teen because quite muscular and the handsome wolf. With this beauty came a price. Brendon, ever since a young age, had horrible anxiety when it came to being abandoned or not being liked or good enough, et cetera. It was something he had always dealt with. Having the advantage of a nice body, he felt more accepted. So, he had dropped the anxiety. Unfortunately, in doing so, Brendon became much more cold-hearted, though he could play with any girl's heart easily and soon the lass would become his puppet. Brendon had been obsessed with controlling others. Keeping the girls on their toes, begging for his attention. He found them first, therefore, he gets to keep them. Though not actually "keeping" them, he would mate with the puppets, who were usually virgins, and then considered them his own, even if they ditched him. Ebony pillars graced the grounds of Aurora Borealis once again. The kalak's ears were up, checking for any noises whilst his chocolate seers looked around. He was patrolling the grounds, as Hellene and Universe once taught him. The boy could not blow his cover, the fact that he was kind of going insane. Some footsteps had reached his auditories, and the smell of a lass reached his nares. Brendon knew the woman, Hellene. She had accepted him into the pack when he was just a pup, when his so called Dad, Universe, had brought him back to the pack. His adoptive dad never really paid much attention to him. So Brendon grew on his own, learning how to hunt by instinct. The he used these hunting skills to train himself for any kind of battle of sorts. Wasn't a dad supposed to support his son's life? Help, especially as a pup. Well, Brendon did not get the attention he needed as a pup, and that led to who he is today: a heartless, lustful, power wanting brute. He would never find true happiness, as he was trying to find it in the things you could hold or see. Material possessions, such as women and food. The teen had changed his intended direction, heading towards the Zeta's location. Once she came into sight, the brute let out a content bark. "Hellene! How are you?" Brendon smiled that sexy grin, his pearly white fangs dazzling and they also could get a girl to fall under his control. Urie joined Hellene at her side by jogging slightly to reach her as she was patrolling the border. His audits stayed perked, awaiting a response as he walked with her, his white dipped tassel swaying lightly. "Oh baby you're just my puppet and I'm your drug." OOC - This is all up to you, but I was thinking there could be some drama between Brendon and Hellene? Whether it be a romantic or whatever. † Brendon Urie † Male † Teen † Aurora Borealis - Omega † Loveless † Heirless † |
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- I'm Not In This Universe - By Universe December 11, 2015 at 05:07:17 PM
Time healsallmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene December 13, 2015 at 10:01:41 PM
Emperor's New Clothes - By Brendon Urie January 20, 2016 at 02:03:05 AM
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