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 March 13, 2016 at 05:34:40 PM by Hurricane of Mexico


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Hurricane of Mexico had been hunting down Losa for days. Large black paws moved across soft terra, dirt and mud oozing between his toes as the gladiator searched frustratedly for the scent of his terra toned queen. Rain had fallen upon the earth, cascading in little drops that sent panic through his breast, and eventually large proper raindrops clashed mercilessly against the ground, thunder and lightning clashed and battled across the sky and Hurricane snarled angrily, sharp yellow portals glaring at the sky as Hurricane cursed Tor and Fenris. With this new wave of rain, the faint scent trail Hurricane wandered along vanished completely. It was enough to make another give up and cry.

Hurricane, however, was no simple varg. Frustration shifted to rage and suddenly Hurricane could no longer see even the terra before him. A deep, angry snarl rips from his throat, and Hurricane whips around on his paws, only to crash into a petite girl. Auburn swirled through her creamy coat, and jade gazers look up at Hurricane startled. Her voice rang above the thundering of the earth, "Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't see you the-" Hurricane left no time for the young girl to even finish her sentence. The massive titan swept her away with the smash of his paw, fangs flash and in an instant Hurricane is on top of the girl, now terrified and whimpering.

Ivory fangs emerge from velvet cloths and clamp down on the girl's cinnamon sugar muzzle, his grip clenching her jaws together as bones snap and pop. Gentle scared whimpers turn into full out screams as Hurricane turns his attention away from the pretty marionette's visage and locks down on her rear leg. Hurricane grabs at her hock, clenching down with oversized powerful jaws first, Hurricane shatters the bones within her leg and jerks his head off to the side. A loud POP echoes over the lightning as rain smothers both Hurricane and his nameless vixen. The girl scrabbles to her paws, teetering carefully as she collects herself to run from Hurricane's enraged physique. Hurricane's ivory canines lock down on her scruff, wrenching her to the earth. Jade optics close, rain and tears sliding out of them as Hurricane closes powerful jaws around her windpipe, the cartilage bulging out under thinly stretched skin tearing gently as he slides his daggers down.

With a jerk of his skull, blood squirts, spraying Hurricane's midnight visage with crimson liquid. Laying down beside the young girl, Hurricane rips open her belly, organs spilling out by the dozens, and the gladiator shoves his muzzle within her chest cavity, digging out her heart, setting the fresh tender muscle aside, Hurricane of Mexico dismembers the ess, pulling away fur, stripping skin from bone until nothing recognizable remains of the ess except those sharp Jade optics. Portals that will haunt even the deepest of slumbers, and send even the bravest soldier upon his knees should he ever come across another like her. Once the colossal gladiator has sated every dark desire within his beating heart, Hurricane turns to the bright red organ he has set aside earlier, indulging himself in the richness of it's flavor.

Some time during Hurricane's dissection of the nameless cinnamon sugar vixen, the rain had stopped, and Hurricane found himself, soaked in both mud, and the blood of another, lounging along Romance River, when a dark physique caught the eye of Hurricane. Despite the heavy rains, the faintest trace of Losa's scent kisses Hurricanes coal toned nares. His nose flares at the scent of her and the dragon rises to his paws. Where is she? Hurricane approaches the dark form, bruised and bloodied, the close Hurricane's oversized form gets, the more this decrepit soul reeks of the scent of his princess.

Rage flares up in the heart of the soulless demon, and four oversized paws turn on a dime and follow the half washed away trail of Losa and whomever she happened to be traveling with. . .

After hours of desperate searching, Hurricane finally stumbles across the border of Aurora Borealis, and a ghostly frame slips out of sight of his sharp lanterns. Hurricane's only concern now was if he dared incur the wrath of the king of these lands and follow the duo. Hurricane's traitorous heart won out and Hurricane's form dashes across the border, panic rising from deep within his chest.

When the dark gladiator finally locates Hellene's den, it is only to find Losa, curled into the pelt of another. Of the ivory knight whom he saw assisting her across the border. Bile rises against his throat, threatening to spill out of his muzzle as the hessian takes in the pair. Losa, her wounds, her lithe physique snuggled against a varg Hurricane has both never seen, nor heard her speak of, and Hurricane's gravel voice chokes out of his throat "Losa." It's all the demon manages to utter as he stands before the duo, soaked in blood, and encrusted in dirt, Hurricane is a wreck, his pride utterly destroyed, and his mind lost.
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