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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It had been a while since Hellene had left the company of Universe and Brendon Urie, and she had spent the time being busy, collecting herbs for her private collection. It would be good to have them should any in the pack be injured seriously, especially once the frost destroyed the precious plants. Who knew when winter’s grasp would finally destroy the life around her, or how long it would last. The previous year had been rough, and the chilling air had often made her stay confined to her den. Her return to her den from her most recent search was caught short by a sudden bark that redirected her attention. Hellene’s lids narrowed as she turned, always questioning the presence of others, never trusting. Her jaw clenches tightly, but she is careful not to break the herbs in her maw. As her cranium turns, her ambers searching around her for the source of the noise, she freezes as she sees a maned wolf running near her.

Last she had check, Aurora Borealis did not have a relationship with Cold Summers.

Her form tenses up and she leans back slightly, pushing back on her haunches, readying herself to launch at him, when suddenly a voice called out to her. Hellene! How are you? Slowly, the femme calmed and relaxed, her cranium tilting in confusing. Only when he is nearer and his smile is visible does she realize that it is Brendon Urie – Universe’s son. Her kissers curled and she smiled. Her face lowers and she places the herbs on a nearby rock, gently. “I have been well. And yourself? You certainly have grown up, haven’t you?” She chuckles, her voice low. It is surprising how much he has grown – already he is as tall as she is, and instead of a pup, small and fluffy, he has grown muscular and lithe. As the pair stood there, Hellene rolled her eyes and glanced away, ignoring the grin that was pointed at her. Brendon no doubt was going through puberty and had hormones running through his veins at all times. But desires were not anything that Hellene was accustomed to, especially when they were directed at her. Always in her childhood had she and Athene been taught to think logically. All couples were betrothed to others in a reasonable fashion, be it for color or skill.

She is distracted from her thoughts as another nears her, this one being a varg she recognizes readily – Universe. Hellene smiles at him openly, though it freezes when she sees the look that he shoots toward Brendon Urie. Hello Hellene, hello son. Hellene, do you mind giving me a moment with Brendon?Of course, Universe. I will, just bring these to my den. I will be right back.” Her vocals are hesitant, but nonetheless she picks up the plants that she has collected and takes off toward her den. She does not know what is going on between father and son, and somewhere deep down she is curious, but she knows it is none of her business.



||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis – Zeta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan ||



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