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 June 9, 2016 at 11:12:45 PM by Vladimir
Some are born great Some achieve greatness __________________________________________ ‘Glad you joined in on the fun brother!’ Vladimir’s face scrunched up small and tight, wrinkles of loose flesh distorting his features into one of discontent, but it stayed for but a fleeting moment as his eyes set sight upon the happiness that Castiel showed – his excitement and enthusiasm for the games ahead. ‘Who could she be Vlad? And we’d best hurry or the demons will get us for sure!’ Vladimir nodded, scrunching his brow once more as he tried to think of more names of angels… but even harder – names of female angels. He tried even harder to think of some once she made the incorrect statement that there weren’t any girl angels. “Well sure there are, there are tons. They just aren’t as well known since they are girls and boys rule and girls drool.” Vladimir stuck his tongue out at her really quickly before continuing on, hoping that Castiel did not see him. “There is Armaita, the angel of goodness, truth and wisdom… Eloa, the angel of sorrow and compassion… Aruru, the messenger… Anaita, the fruitful… and Charmeine the angel of harmony. Those are all the ones that I remember.” His gaze swiveled up from the soil it had been staring at to fall instead upon her façade. “So, Seraphina, which will you be? Unless you know of another?” He had left out another name – Belladonna, the beautiful. It seemed inappropriate to lay that upon this intruder, this stranger who had stolen his brother’s attention and was anything but beautiful. No, she was a fluffed out punk pup who Vladimir wanted to leave… so that whatever diabolic plot she had in mind could not come to pass. He could not know or even comphrehend that with time, everything would change. His puppy fat – and hers – would fall away, leaving behind rippling muscle. Their rough coats would shed, leaving in its wake shined and smooth hairs that would shimmer under the sun’s rays. Their height would grow, their bodices would thicken and thin until they had actual forms that reflected their jobs – perhaps strong and thick, or delicate and graceful, or lean and fast. And one day, he would find her beautiful. For now, all that he had was his Oedipus complex that all pups were born with – the love of a son for his mother and the love of a daughter for her father. Vladimir was no different and found beauty in his mother, and no other females. Not that he knew many though – considering he knew only Sebring and Hellene… well and now Dante and Seraphina. But with time, with time he would come to find her attractive. He would appreciate her sharp tongue and cunning mind. With time he would come to trust her. With time he would come to care for her. And with time… he would come to love her. Beauty would be a word associated with her name, not only for her looks, but her personality and ideas and way of being, and she would become his entire world. For now, though, in this moment… nothing had changed. As his arctics fell upon her, with thinly veiled annoyance, he thought himself benevolent for tolerating her, and kind for allowing her to join their secret game and antics. After whatever debating needed occurred, Vladimir turned back to Seraphina as she shouted out a name he did not recognize. He scuffed the ground with his foot. “I don’t really think she is an angel, but I guess that works okay.” He sniffed hard, a little jealous that now he was the odd boy out once more – both Sera’s and Cas’s names were similar, if not exact to angels’ names. “Now, I assume you know all about the angels and the demons and the gods and goddesses right? Because everyone is supposed to learn that stuff, and we sure did learn that stuff. Anyway, we need to decide what to steal from the demons. See, they take stuff from good people all the time, like their love or their treasure or their secrets and hide is so that people aren’t happy any more. We become heroes and take it back!” He smiled at her, secretly hoping that she would not be into this sort of game and would wuss out of playing. But instead, she asked a question he did not exactly have an answer for. “Um.. well… they don’t catch us. Ever. We always win. So… uh…” His arctics rimmed in sunfire swiveled to his brother, hoping maybe Castiel had an answer. __________________________________________ Some have greatness thrust upon them ~ Vladimir ~ Brother to Castiel ~ Kalgalath x Sebring ~ Heir of Aurora Borealis ~ Azura ~ |
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