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 April 28, 2016 at 03:33:31 AM by Hellene
 The healer was tired, but she had yet to stop moving. Aindreas and Losa had been patients who needed continual care.. Losa more than Aindreas. Aindreas' wounds, though deep - and serious - were easy enough to care for. All they needed was to be kept clean and have poultices changed often - luckily, the ivoro was good at following directions. But Losa... Her wounds were not just physical. The brute who had viciously taken her - both body and soul - had wounded her deeply. Only time would tell how much she had been affected. Would every loud noise call her to jump? Would she ever be able to trust again? Would she ever be able to lie with a brute again without breaking apart at the seams? Hellene had no answers to these questions, and instead lent the bird her support, mostly silently. Hellene never was one to be quiet, but she surely did not pry. If Losa wanted her help for anything other than treating her wounds, Hellene would be available... But she wouldn't force it. As it was, she had had to wait to replace Losa's limb until the little bird had been more stable. But just now, Hellene had done exactly that - Aindreas had come to have his final check up, and Losa had been apparently set firmly upon traveling in order to seek out her demon. The fae had nearly fainted when Hellene had rotated the limb and then reduced the joint. Though the timberess was small, especially in comparison to her half-sister, Athene, Hellene was strong when it counted... Such as fixing luxated joints. Though she had already been so busy throughout the day, it seemed that she was just to continue her day. A call pulled her from her den where she had been organizing her dug out shelves, restocking them with some plants that she had recently dried. Her pelt lightened as she exited from the shadows and cocked her head to the side... She had absolutely no idea who it was that was calling to her. Hellene's den was near to the boundary, whereas the call came from the interior of the pack, and so all that she could tell was that the set of vocals came from a brute's lips. Hellene slanted her lids, her gaze narrowed and she set out at a trot. Being a far distance away, it took over an hour for her to reach the origin, and when she did, her shades closed even more. She had no idea who this brute was... Or why he was calling for her. "What the bloody hell do you want? And more importantly who are you?" __________________________________________ ||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis–Delta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan || |
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