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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Abbot was new to this place, not just the pack grounds but the whole area around it. It was all new territory to the large albino brute. So following logical thinking Abbot decided that it would be best to join a pack, safety in numbers after all. Now, he could very well take care of himself, he would fight if he had to. Oh yes, he could fight if he was needed to. He wasn't much of a killer though, he much preferred letting the other live. This had caused him a few problems over the years. A living enemy is much worse than a dead enemy. He was chased out of his home, his ancestral home at that by an enemy that had lived and gained a few lackeys. They chased him out, he knew he couldn't have won such a fight so he had left. He left, but not with his tail between his legs since he didn't have much of a tail.

The albino turned his head to look at the stump of a tail he had and wagged it. It reminded him of a rabbits tail. Abbot shook his large head and continued ghosting over the land towards the packs boarders. He hoped they would take him in. He had heard a call from what he assumed was the alpha a while ago and knew it was a call for a meeting. That meant that he had to venture inside the territory once he got to it. This Abbot had a little problem with. He hated walking in uninvited but he did want to join.

As silent as a fly walking on glass he made it to the boarder. Now came the part that he had to stop and collect his nerves for, entering the pack lands. Hopefully this would be his home, if all went well. If all did not go good, then he was quiet the runner despite his large body. The albino sucked in a quiet breath and let it out in a deep sigh before taking off in a slow trot. He followed his nose to were the pack was at and saw them grouped up. Well it was too late to turn back now so he slowed to a stop and let himself be seen as he walked over, head lowered. His tail would have been lowered too had it been more than a stump. Abbot went ahead and spoke once he was sure he wasnt talking over anyone.

"Hello, might I ask to who's the leader here? For I'd like to join this pack, if this pack is accepting new members that is."

For someone who didn't talk much he had a voice like expensive vodka, smooth.






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Male || Adult || Albino with a docked looking tail || Loner || Black Alpha





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