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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Here he was, perched at the border of the strange land. Here he was, wondering wether or not he should just pass over said border or stay right where he was. His charcoal colored fur was rested over his strong fram, his large body resting on the ground. His tail was sweeping over the ground. Ryka, he was a brute. Big, scary, yet a huge teddy bear when someone got to know him. He really was. He wasn't a killer. More in the role of a healer than anything. Ryka just wanted others to be okay. He actually needed that instead of just letting them die. The brute would rather let himself die than have someone else. He'd gladly put someone elses life over his. That's the kind of guy he was. Other than that he was a playful soul. After he'd met Kythera, he'd learned that being just overall. . kind, was the best way to go.

Here he was deciding right from wrong. Rasing himself from his laying position on the ground, he gave a soft huff. The boy's gaze swept over the area. Finally, he simply gave up. Crossing the border, he gave a soft chuckle. Was he trespassing? Honestly he didn't know but he liked the little thrill of crossing the line. Yet he didn't know where he was going. Raising his nose into the air, he took a deep breath in. Scents filled his nares as his eyes narrowed slightly. A good tracker he was. He started off towards where the scents led him. There was nothing else he could really do but follow it.

That's when he heard voices up ahead of him. A strong one, seemingly barking out a long speech to the pack. Was that the alpha? He briefly knew about the alpha of said land, but he knew nothing much about the pack. That's why he was here. He was here to join, figure out the ranks. Figure out everything that he simply could. When he emerged to the meeting, he gazed around the area. Ryka wasn't used to seeing so many wolves in one area, but he enjoyed it. Settling down on his haunches in the back of the crowd, his ears perked while his eyes suddenly locked up on the king of Aurora. His breathing was slow and steady, his plume wrapping around his large paws. Everyone seemed to be talking at once as he sat there, his ears swivleing as each wolf talked. He'd come in at the right moment to hear what each rank was. Easy, there were jobs in this pack. He would be noticed soon, but he was slightly worried. He was trespassing, wasn't he?

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