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 28, 2016 at 01:07:48 PM by Sebring
you'll always be right by my side __________________________________________ The soft shimmer of Khaleesi’s pelt blurred in the periphery vision of the ashen Queen, both of their fangs exposed to the air. Muscles flexed and claws drug trenches into the soft soil at her paws, her ears only slightly lifting to catch the words of the monstrous catastrophe of blood and oil, I only mean to protect her, ma’am, and it appears I have failed. Sebring felt her snarl diminish, hardened honey gazers once more returned to their softened nature. She felt blockaded by his words. Save her…, the hellion before her was nothing more than a guardian, but the blood left her confused. Its origin leaked not from the bodies behind her, but from a source entirely different. There was a perturbing darkness that surrounded the lightening christened knight. Sebring studied the basilisk still wary of his hovering presence. There was a static that followed him, a storm that raged around him and inside of him. Sebring stayed set in front of the den, not allowing him passage to the lady that resided within the den. Hellene had appeared in the tumult of events and sent her own warning towards the stranger, whose name still escaped them. There was a tumble of motion behind the Queen and she felt the beat of paws against the earth. The white, tattered figure of Aindreas coming to their aid, Leave him be for now. He did no harm to us. This phrase had disarmed the Queen more than anything. Aindreas, her stepson, had fought off the monster that had raped and tortured the poor earthen bird. He would have known better than anyone, save the little lady, whether the identity of the brute before them was the true attacker. But she could not shake the uneasy feeling that was in the pit of her stomach, the mastiff before her was still the killer of an innocent soul. Khaleesi, seeing the situation was disarmed took her chance to check up on the wounded. Aindreas collapsed and became the main focus of Khaleesi’s attention, but the commotion would not stop as the little faerie stumbled forth from the darkness, her shattered vocals calling out to the brute. H-Hurri-c-cane. . . ? Losa had placed a title upon the guerrilla force. Sebring felt a sudden rush of emotions, but mostly she felt it was not her place to watch their emotional uniting. The ashen lady turned away her own attention and focused on the figure of Kalgalath’s son. Open wounds littered his pelt, and his abdomen looked as if it was threatening to release the entirety of the cavity. Sebring, drag Aindreas out of there, the idiot had the gall to have a flare for dramatic and blocked the entrance. Then I need you to help me dress his wounds as we practiced, mix everything in your poultice as he cannot eat it. Khaleesi you do the same the the faeling within - Losa was her name. Be tender and gentle, her day has been worse than you could ever imagine. As for you, sir… Sebring blocked out the intensity of Hellene’s words, her sole focus to care for the white knight. Sebring gently clasped her ivories into his scruff and dragged his figure from the den entrance. She laid his body in the open sunlight, giving her a better look at the wounds. They would fester within the day if they weren’t cared for, but that would not be the case for the lad. Sebring looked to make sure the wounds were clean before setting to her task. She pulled from Hellene’s little garden what herbs she knew she needed. Her teeth mashed together, breaking through the leaves and stems of the herbs releasing the medicine from its grasp and into the paste of chlorophyll and crushed plant. Sebring balled the mixture on her tongue, and spat it back out onto a leaf. She dipped her paw into the crushed mixture and began to paste it into the wounds, covering the openings from dirt and grime. The gash across his stomach was the largest wound visible and it would be the most fatal if not put back together properly. The Queen turned back to Hellene, Should we do anything more for his abdomen, Hellene? Honey orbs turned to look at the healer who was busy rubbing rose and lavender over the little faerie, attempting to erase the horror that had become her. Sebring watched, hatred, anger and rage filling her over the torture that had befallen her. How could anyone be so cruel… but she knew it was more than possible. After heeding whatever words gave to her the ashen woman trotted towards a nearby tree. Her claws ripped away moss and pooled it until a sizable pillow of it laid at her feet. She picked up the moss and plodded back over to Aindreas. Her paw lifted his cranium as the other pushed the moss under his head, creating a soft pillow. Sebring looked over the boy, her cranium shaking ever so gently. Kalgalath would be more than upset to hear what had befallen his son, but she did not feel it would have been her place to tell him. Sebring lowered her crown to Aindreas and carefully began to groom his face and crown. Her tongue smoothed down his fur and removed what little debris still lingered in his fur. I'm so sorry, my dear. she mumbled quietly. She didn't know Aindreas that well, but it did not remove the bubble of tenderness that had formed. __________________________________________ to help me show hope to all ~ Sebring ~ Fallen for Kalgalath ~ Mother of Vladimir & Castiel ~ Alpha of Aurora Borealis ~ Alesana ~ |
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