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 nervous, all of this was so new to him so he fell back on instinct to guide him. He was a stranger in strange lands, everything was new and unfamiliar. The brute had never been one for exploring back at his old home, he had been content there. If not for what had happened Abbot mused that he would have grown old in his ancestral lands. It was his old home and pack that had ensured his survival, that made it possible for him to have grown into the brute he was today.

The albino watched as another came, he was quiet happy to know that he wasn't the only one joining today. He watched as the leader addressed him and the other. He watched silently as kalgalath appraised him and stopped to look at his tail. He wasn't ashamed of his lack of a tail, he actually liked the stump. He met the others blue gaze and listened intently as he spoke of the ranks and jobs that the pack had to offer.

Abbot was one for avoiding physical conflict so the two careers he had in mind for himself were liaison and spy. He could be a good spy, despite his large body he was able to stay as quiet as a mosquito. The only problem he could see with being a spy other than his bulk was his coat. Pure white was an easy thing to see if the given background was dark, but come winter he would be near impossible to find. For liaison he was just good at keeping the peace in any given situation.

"My name is Abbot, the careers which you have stated all seem interesting and very helpful to the pack but the two careers that I am interested in are liaison and spy."

Abbot let his red visage wander over the rest of the pack members so that he could commit their faces to memory. At the end of this quick look over he let his visage settle once more on the alpha, his alpha now.





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Post-industrial society
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Male || Adult || Albino with a docked looking tail || Aurora BorealisOmega || Black Alpha




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