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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After the pack meeting, Kalgalath had inquired about the healing lessons that she had held previously, and whether she would be willing to hold another. For once, Hellene hesitated. It was not that she did not enjoy sharing her knowledge, but rather she was remembering a certain one of her students - Daenerys - and that she would not be returning. Daenerys had been killed when the stranger pack had attacked Aurora Borealis, for she was swept up into the fight when she went to leave. Hellene had barely known her, but considered her as a friend nonetheless. If she held another lesson, she would feel the sharp sting of heartache, the tragic memory of her death.

Nonetheless, Hellene agreed. When she had been fighting the outsiders, one of her first thoughts had been - if I die, who will heal everyone else? Though both Sebring no Khaleesi had shown interest in learning the art of herbology, neither knew much. They had yet to learn dosing - even of the three plants they had used. They didn't know about the rarer of herbs, of antitoxins, of anatomy. There was still so much left for them to learn. If - or rather when - Hellene died, there needed to be someone to take her place, to replace her position. Until then... Well until then, she would teach any who would listen all that she knew. Just as her own mother had passed on her legacy, Hellene would pass on her own.

Once again, as she had before, Hellene trotted toward the center of the pack, pausing long enough to stop by her den to grab the hollowed out log that she had grabbed and used before. Slowly, she dragged it to the stream, clawed a hole in the thin ice, and filled the log with water. Before continuing with the lessons, Khaleesi and Sebring would have to prove that they had retained the information from the last lesson. Only then would Hellene move forward.

Only a little water lapped over the sides of the log s she dragged it toward the clearing, and when finally she was done and had it where she wanted it, she tilted her head back and howled, signalling the start of the lesson before she left the clearing herself, going out to find a few new herbs for them to work on this week.

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



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