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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The fae roared as the varg tore flesh from her ribs, but she did not whimper or settle or run. Instead, she kept close enough to her daughter to ensure that they wouldn't be separated. As the first wave finished, Hellene's amber orbs took a quick stock. Kalgalath and Sebring, along with her friend Chenzii were all seriously injured and down. Magic moved to Hellene's side and Hellene fell slightly behind her taking stock of their situation. It was essentially four versus three now, and the members of Aurora Borealis were on the losing side. It was then that her gaze caught sight of Daenerys and another brute... And both were down, still, not moving.

Dead.

Anger filled the femme - not even a full day ago, Daenerys was her student. She was full of enthusiasm, and had quickly bonded with Khaleesi... And now her form was broken and dead, albeit still warm. Hellene watched as Magic attacked the wolf that had attacked Hellene before, so instead she turned her own sights toward one of the wolves that was still fully functional... The one that had killed the brute and Daenerys. Hellene would give no mercy, she would give no pardon. This wolf's life was hers. Hellene ran at him straight - she wasn't graceful enough or a good enough fighter to try to syke him out. Instead, Hellene tried to grab hold of his front him without losing moment, trying to flip him over, and if she succeeded, she would stop abruptly and tear her teeth into his abdomen. If she missed, she would continue on for the next wolf in her sights - the other attacker who was still in decently good health. Hellene went for him, straight for his jugular, seeking to rip it our.

Blood paid for blood spilt.

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Kalgalath was in undeniable pain, but what hurt him more was seeing his other pack members hurt. Yet he was still enhearted to see them all working together, fighting to defend the pack. His left shoulder is gushing blood and he tenderly holds it to his chest, but he rises none the less - he will not run, not when there are still enemies to kill and not when his family is still fighting. He sees Magic go for the wolf that Kalgalath injured earlier, and Hellene went toward the brute Henadin had knocked over.... Who had eventually killed Henadin and Daenerys. The King looked toward the remaining two vargs and knew that he could not contribute much to the fight... But he could most certainly take out the one who had been blinded. He heard Magic's words, demanded that Chenzii take the wounded vargs into the safety and cover of the woods, but he instead gritted his teeth and tensed his jaw. Even on three legs, the brute was a beast. He was, perhaps, a bit slower, but he went at the blinded varg, seeking to finish off the job Henadin had finished.

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



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