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 January 11, 2016 at 04:48:00 AM by Tarly
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_________________________________________________________________________ The plump bruteling was struck by a sudden and piercing cold as he stepped out of the den excitedly when he saw his mother approaching. He knew it had to be cold because there was so much snow on the ground and Magic’s black pelt was easy to see with so much white around. Normally he would want to run back into the warmth and safety of the den, but not when his mother was around. She was the only one that he truly felt safe with and he felt happy with her. Tarly thought he had been happy when he was with his sisters and Shae, but the thought of leaving was always in the back of his mind so he could never truly relax. He was not sure when his anxiety began, but he did not remember a day when he was not riddled with the fears of what would become of him when he had to leave his family. But he never thought it would be happy like this. He didn’t know that he would be loved and cared for. And so he waited with his head poking out of the den until Magic called him over, plume wagging behind him as he approached with a grumbling tummy. The smell of fresh food reached his nares, and he began salivating at the thought. As he weaved through Magic’s much taller stilts, tail still wagging behind him now that he was his mom again, he asked if what she had brought was breakfast for him. He was sure it was, but he still wanted to be sure before digging into the meal. “Yes sir. After you finish we can do something fun.” Tarly smiled at her with thanks before turning to the food, tearing into the still warm flesh. He was too young to know that the cold weather was taking a toll on the lands, making it harder for prey to survive and thus harder for the predators to find a meal. Somehow Magic always made sure he was well fed and never hungry, so the young pup was happily oblivious to the hunger that some of the other wolves would be going through. He did not even notice that his own mother’s form was growing skinnier as she ate less to make sure he was fed. It was something he would not understand until he had young of his own. As the black striped male finished his meal he turned back to the femme, licking the blood from his maw to clean himself for whatever it was that she had planned for them. Pale grey orbs met Magic’s yellow ones as she spoke, “Alrighty, are you ready to go out for a bit?” Anxiety swept through him for a moment, thinking about the scary things out there that they could encounter, and the other vargs that roamed about. Even if they were nice and friendly he was nervous to meet anyone and did not like talking much, except when it was with his family. But he trusted Magic and wanted to be brave for her, to make her proud as he had been unable to do for Shae. ”I…I think…so.” He got to his paws and shook out his grey pelt to show her he was ready, despite his stuttering vocals. ”What are we going to do? Is it going to be anything…scary?” He often felt embarrassed about his fears, but with Magic he held nothing back. Picture credit to Jozlen/Alesana; Table credit to Alesana <3 ________________________________________________________________________ |
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