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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The jagged cut of breath left an open berth of confusion between the two heiresses. The elder of the pair felt at a loss for words, as she watched the scroll of emotions across the delicate features of her younger sister. Emerald jewels watched with unobliterated joy that slowly faded into a look of bewilderment, and with a certain finality, betrayal. Dante felt her heart beat slowly ebb away into a faint patter. Even without knowing it Seraphina held an edge of power, in her puppyish way. Though for her own sake and those she had pledged to protect, Dante withheld her heart’s desire and pushed forward. Throwing away all emotions she had reserved; for it would be those same affections that brought her to ruin like they had so many moons ago. Being so harbored in her reservations and thoughts Dante only barely caught wind of her sister’s pleas as she raced towards Aurora Borealis. The pack’s boundary was strongly laced with the scents of the pack members and Alpha’s alike. They were like a family. The perfect place for Seraphina to grow up, at least in her mind it was. It’s like you’re trying to get rid of me. Dante stiffened slightly, taken aback by the comment. She hadn’t meant to push her away… she only wanted the best for her darling little sister. And the breath of peace that existed between them could not last, Dante continued to pry and prod into the depths Sera’s memory. Searching for information that she could only guess did not exist. Not really. You had a mission, but past that I don’t know. No one would tell me anything. No one ever tells me anything. Glaring orbs of jade speared her own storm violets, Why? Should I?

Dante felt a begrudging envy of her innocence, her fiery crown shook gently. Her fears and hopes came to fruition in the same light. A daring push to let loose the tale of her roots flooded over the Inferno Queen, she was the last of the seekers. And by her nature she wanted only to spread the truth, but years of silence had glued her tongue to her teeth. It a twist of want and need that you know naught of anything, but for the truth to be told time would need to be at our dispense. But know this Seraphina, when we have taken root in Bright Moon and our bloodline is once more secured I will be more than ready to explain the entirety of what you do not know. But only when the dust has settled will you be able to see and understand wholly what part you play. Dante could not lessen the deepening meaning of her words because with each syllable she dove deeper into a swirling vortex of eternal darkness and memories.

A soft plunder of paws against the ground assaulted poles of flames that wavered slightly as Dante ascertained the whereabouts of her approachers. A small flurry of grey bumbled through into the clearing. Stubs of grey stood spread apart to the point of splitting himself in half, only the curl of his plume offered some semblance of the stance the little child was attempting to achieve. I am Vladimir, Prince of Aurora Borealis. Who are you and what do you want with our pack. but even before the words formed upon her tongue a snort pulled her attention away from the staunch figurine and towards a little brute of similar colors, but they swirled and faded into shades of ash rather than steel. The touch of onyx the covered his withers spread out in the formation of a shadowy cape. His tail curled with the same position of power, but the loose smile that touched his features labeled him as an opposite to his brother. And I’m Castiel, brother to Vladimir and the second Prince of Auora Borealis. What brings you to our borders? and with only a beat of silence before he asked of their heritage. Sisters, if it pleases you Castiel. Dante offered up quietly before turning her attention to the grand silver Dame that resided just to the side of the two pups. The Alphess voiced herself and reiterated a similar question, but like a ghost of the woods the final member of their family appeared – Kalgalath.

Dante’s violet swirls scanned over the quad seeing in them the family she had never had. But it would be a family that Seraphina would have some semblance to. I am Dante, of the bloodline Inferno. I have come to your borders in search of a safe haven, though not for myself. Dante’s words paused ever so slightly to allow her nares to brush against Seraphina, taking courage and faith in the touch. In my quest to Blossom Forest I have dared to rise up against the rampage of bears that reside in Bright Moon. I have gathered and pulled wolves to my cause, but my sister Seraphina had unexpectedly showed up and I do not dare to pull her into a situation where I will find myself distracted with the lives of others as well as my own. To quell the rise of fear that I have found in my heart I have sought out your pack and would only ask that you would take her into your home until I have put down the last of the unrest in Bright Moon and created a haven within its borders for all. Dante’s voice swelled and dissipated with feverish emotions as she spoke. Her purgatory threatened to pull away the last of the seams and let loose upon her small world. It was for this very reason that the ethiopianess was pushing her other half into the arms of another. She would not and could not have bared the thought of bringing harm to the one wolf which she dared to love.

She is last of my living family…

The fiery cadence that had held strong withered away into a lulled whisper of pain. A small piece of her heart fell away into the bottomless depths of her breast. She was doing right by Seraphina, was she not?
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