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 22, 2016 at 03:37:20 AM by Dante


the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who
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Had the world set out to destroy the fiery feathered woman? Had hatred gathered such speed and vengeance that it would at last tally her scars and wreck havoc upon her? It would be these questions that plagued and swirled amass in violent violet storms. Limbs dashed across silted sand, ledges of stone and barren earth and still she could not understand how this had come upon her. She had done as they asked! The fiery feathered Queen had done as they wanted; she had bent to their will for the sake of beloved sister. For her protection Dante had given away her blood, her title, and she lost her soul mate. Dante lost the one woman that had shared her affections, loved her for no other reason other than that, she loved her. She had shed no tears before their cold, sunlit optics but in the dead of night she would scream out, cry out in agony as she stumbled blindly forth into the dark’s grasp. Love had turned to rage, tempered embers once again flared anew and Dante lost all control. She lost herself amidst the tumultuous past that was her heritage. The heiress let herself fall into madness; she became consumed in the Inferno—she was Dante’s Inferno.

That had been many moons ago, but underneath her fiery feather complexion remained the flames of her purgatory. She let none see this personal hell, not even her sweet Alegra for then it had only been embers that glowed with warmth. The wrath of her violet gales had yet to be exposed or even awakened, but she had learned to temper it. She had regained control, but under the preened surface of her façade the passion scorched her tongue. Dante yearned to let the rage consume her, the blue flames to ignite in blankets of blood and gold so that she might stand triumphant over her enemies but it would not come to pass. Cool waves of compassion and concern rolled over her bodice and for first time in forever she felt heart ache.

Seraphina… a soft coo of words, a choked breath of air – a grasp at control. you were supposed to stay home. You’re the heiress to the Pack… Dante could not even bring herself to say the name. The rightful title, the Inferno Pack had belonged to her, but now it fell into the paws of her esteemed sister Seraphina now. The hellish Heiress had forfeited her claim. She had sought out her own peculiar, personal pursuits out of necessity and force. Dante sighed once more, attempting to gather herself and put into words the danger of her being here. It seemed to no avail. Heat scorched her mouth dry, her tongue stuck to her teeth. How was she to protect her gathering if she could not even protect the one wolf that she held so dearly..? You shouldn’t be here… was all she could manage. How was the Queen of the Inferno supposed to rebuke the only living soul that she allowed herself to love… Seraphina, you will be a part of a plan much bigger than yourself. You were destined for great things darling, and you still are. We have much to discuss, but come with me dear I have something to show you. a faint smile lifted at velvet lips. They had too much to discuss.

The daemon Queen, with swift movements clasped the scruff of her young sister into her ivories and broke into a swift, smooth gait. The world blurred as she raced through brush and growth, leaping over mossy logs, never missing a step. Her destination was Aurora Borealis, ruled by Kalgalath and Sebring to be inherited by their sons Vladimir and Castiel. It would be there that the little princess ought to be raised, under love and care that she herself could not provide. Tears threatened to spill from her violet storms, she had only just held her sister and yet she was running to push her away. Away, into the arms of another. For that, the ethiopianess would not forgive herself. How was it that she would explain this, how could she even do this? To give her a better life. A world where she would know only love and compassion, a life Dante had yet to fulfill for herself. And she could not bestow the princess with that life if Dante herself did not know such kindness. The daemon Queen only knew rage and wrath, lust instead of love, she knew naught what she could provide for her darling fiery-winged Seraphina. And for that reason she sought out a home where she would come to know appreciation, devotion, truth and loyalty. A place where she would grow strong in the beauty of the world, and maybe one day she herself would find her soul mate. As Dante once had.

Earthen scents began to transform around her, melding and swirling into a perfume of evergreen and honey suckle – Fire and ice – King and Queen. This was Aurora Borealis. Dante’s slender limbs drifted and slowed to the edge of the border. This was her chance, Seraphina’s chance. So that she may never know the Inferno that flowed through her blood. Dante placed her sister gingerly to the ground and smoothed over the furs of her scruff. You always had her eyes, you know. Mother’s that is. her voice floated over the air, heavy with nostalgia. Dante smiled ever so slightly before tilting her crown to the sky, a singular lone howl ringing into the heavy air.

Seraphina did you know why I left the Pack? Dante gazed down to her sister. She had to know what her sister knew. What did she understand…
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| Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana |

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