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 May 27, 2016 at 03:28:18 AM by Hurricane of Mexico
You can't break me _______________________________ "Help." A single whispered word, squealed softly full of fear and desperation. A final plea for life before sharp ivory fangs cut through soft delicate skin and shred muscle and cartilage. Sticky crimson sprays in a fan, showering midnight painted hairs. A single figure moves back suddenly, a massive canine, all sharp edges and fur so dark even the sunlight is absorbed into the thick hairs. Hurricane of Mexico's electric lanterns widen suddenly both in terror and shame, the mixture filling his stomach with a horrible churning feeling and causing the dragon to heave the contents of his stomach. Grey hairs and shrapnels of skin. Scattered droplets of blood mixed with the burning acid of Hurricane's belly. The smell causes the knight to turn away, still heaving, still unsteady. Massive paws retreat in a backward fashion, backing up until ink stained hairs brush against the trunk of a tree and the brave gladiator collapses trembling in the heat of the day. A desperation to finish what the beast that lay within his breast created tugged at Hurricane's heart, mixed dangerously with his own guilt and shame. The warrior longed to shut off his feelings, to delve into a world of chaos and death, to return to what he once had been. Before her. Losa. A delicate creature with robes the hue of the earth and lanterns painted like the evening skies. A creature filled with both terror and magic and so special, so unique, even Hurricane, the vicious warrior could not resist her pull. Losa walked this earth creating her own gravity and somehow the very first second that this dark demon had laid eyes upon her delicate runner's physique he had hurtled toward her so fast the colossal beast had lost himself in the blur of colors and the thin air of her atmosphere. Losa was her own world and Hurricane was her satellite. That is why, the moment the average girl of average color cried out for help in a hushed, desperate voice, her final plea for clemency, Hurricane had stopped cold. How many nights had this vicious dragon lay beside an earthen faerie and heard her cry that exact same plea in that exact same voice? How many twilights had he sworn to that delicate princess that no harm would come to her not even by his own hand? And yet here he was, tearing to pieces an innocent child who had yet to see the world, who had yet to experience things that one who had died ought? Here was Hurricane of Mexico, murdering another innocent girl, for the pleasure of his inner beast. Time had stopped for this massive warrior as he heaved, desperate breaths, large and gulping. Cool air filled his lungs and rushed out just as quickly, tumbling and whirling through the air, lost in a sea of panic. If this gladiator who's pelt was so dark it simply appeared to eat the sunlight could have paled, it would have turn the very color of the moon. Instead, the massive beast turned on his heels, shaky breaths sending a multitude of oxygen rushing through his cranium as the mighty falcon dove into the forest. Paws the color of the night sky slam into the earth in a pattern so fast they merely blurred in the light. A black shadow eating away at the earth. There was no obstacle Hurricane could not either clear with a simple leap, or lean away from and dodge around with sharp skill and accuracy. Years of training, years of tests, there was not a creature Hurricane of Mexico could not catch or hunt down, and he poured every ounce of his speed and being into this flat out, desperate run. The fierce warrior noticed naught as he splashed through drying rivers, stale with summers heat. The vague coolness he felt as that same liquid washed away the evidence of his crime mattered naught. The only thing Hurricane could register within his mind, was Losa. He'd left her alone and who knows what sort of beast, what sort of monster was plaguing her now. When this creature of darkness and evil finally tumbled across the borders of Aurora Borealis, he had traveled through water and dry land and forest, running until crimson ran black and Hurricane's thick luxurious coat was as clean as when the vicious gladiator had vanished as the moon rose the evening before. Hurricane tumbled to the ground upon trembling limbs and barely managed to whimper out Losa's name as his nose smashed into the dirt, turning his damp charcoal sniffer the same earthen color as Losa's espresso painted canvas. Hurricane had not expected Losa to be laying upon the earth he tumbled upon, and so when sharp electric lanterns look upward to Losa's lithe physique it is surprise that marrs his features, barely managing to cover over his anguish. However the astonishment upon his visage quickly fades away, replaced again by haunted windows and a tortured soul. It is not until Losa speaks, that Hurricane remembers why they were residing in the land belonging to Kalgalath and Sebring in the first place. Losa was hurt. She did not need to burden herself with the faults of her haunted protector. Hurricane was meant to be watching over this delicate creature, not adding his agonies to her own. And so, Hurricane of Mexico heaves a deep sigh, and drags colossal pillars beneath his thick stature. Midnight paws push upward into a sitting position and when the massive beast finally rises to his full height before Losa, his entire face was unreadable. Gone from his eyes were the haunted memories of torture and death. Unable to be seen upon his features were the many sins Hurricane committed when he vanished from his charge's side. Replaced instead is a wall, a cold facade built of sheer bravery and adoration. For it is only these to things that spur Hurricane to protect Losa from his nightmarish past, from all of the sinful deeds this creature of darkness has created. Bravery, because watching over this delicate spring flower required the valiant warrior to be willing to vanquish every enemy, every obstacle that dared step foot in her path. Bravery spurred Hurricane to sit at her side despite ever gruesome deed, every torturous act, and tell her that nothing was wrong. And adoration, because if this massive creature did not love Losa with every ounce, every fiber of his being, even to the tips of the hairs that cloaked his muscular frame, he would not lie to her, he would not protect her from the darkness of his life. It is only because of these feelings, that lightning portals sear down into Losa's own cerulean and amethyst orbs as she stumbles over he words, begging the knight to unload his cares and worries upon her dainty shoulders. Hurricane's muzzle cracks open to spill out the words, they are there, dancing on the tip of his tongue, threatening to tumble out. The entire story of of how worthless he felt and the shame that filled his entire being at how incredibly useless he was to her now. The nightmares and the tantrums that plagued her had snatched the one thing Hurricane had learned so quickly to rely upon. Words of the pretty andesite and diorite girl who's lanterns were the color of the sun on the evening horizon. The entire story of how he had tortured the girl and just as he had killed her she had screamed for mercy. The spray of her blood across his pelt and the sick feeling of dread. The agony that had prevented Hurricane from even finishing his meal. The sheer desperation that had sent this colossal beast running back to Losa's delicate earthen hued paws. And then Hurricane shifted slightly, his throat closing, and the midnight cloaked raven merely shook his skull softly at his delicate marionette. "I was jus-" Hurricane's voice slipped from his muzzle smooth and composed, the thick texture of his deep voice bounced off the empty space in front of him and suddenly the spot where Losa had stood, demanding to know what plagued the beast, was empty. Hurricane's cranium turned as the long legged princess darted forward, lurching past Hurricane and in the direction he had come from. Confusion flooded the obsidian dragon, and dread filled his heart. Had she so quickly figured out his whereabouts? Was his presence so threatening to her that she fled without a word? The sick churning feeling quickly returned to Hurricane, but his stomach was empty. Instead left to fill his belly was both the terror of the porcelain doll that was Losa locating his secret, and the agony of her fear, her downright terror of his presence. Indecision tore at the beast, conflicting sides of don't let her find out, and, let her run while she can fought each other. Each grappled with the other in a desperate fight to the death, and suddenly, Hurricane was on his paws, long legs tearing at the earth, each claw on his paws digging in, pushing him forward, propelling the gladiator so fast it appeared his feet were not even touching the ground. If sheer willpower could give a creature the power to fly, it would be Hurricane of Mexico that accomplished that feat. Suddenly, however, a familiar form was sprawled out on the earth in front of him, unable to slow down, completely incapable of stopping, the gladiator veered too hard to the right and toppled to the ground. A huge crashing noise filled the silent forest, each creature hiding in a shady spot from the heat of the day, as Hurricane plummeted to the ground with a force so great, the ground was forced to shift and there remained a dent in the earth that he merely lay within, dazed and hazy for a moment. As seconds trickled past the gladiator recalled his mission, to stop Losa from whatever madness had filled her heart this time, and the knight rose unsteadily upon his paws and limped slightly toward the girl. "Losa? Are you alright? Where were you going? I.. I just... I felt so bad for leaving you alone... Why did you run from me?" _______________________________ Hurricane of Mexico Can you? |
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