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 July 5, 2016 at 10:45:42 PM by Hellene




There was no reason to lie - Hellene loved her job. She was able to use the knowledge of herbs passed on from her mother. It gave her a way to respect and remember her mother's memory, and gave meaning to her life. Having Khaleesi be interesting in the craft as well made it all the better - Hellene was able to pass on the information to her own daughter as her mother had passed it on to her. And even when Hellene was cold and dead in a ditch somewhere, her legacy would live on through all the wolves she helped to heal and through those she taught - currently just Khaleesi and Sebring, but it was a start.

But Hellene also hated her job - for she was only needed when others were injured. She was no masochist or sadist - she neither liked to inflict pain on herself or others, and drew no enjoyment from seeing others suffer. If she only treated stomach aches, she would be content... But no. More often than not her services were needed for more serious ailments, usually after battle. Luckily, Aurora Borealis was not a very hostile pack, and they rarely saw battle. The last one had been months and months ago... But it had been a bad one. Chenzii likely would never be the warrior she had been, and two wolves had been killed, including one of her previous students, Daenerys.

But none of this was on her mind when her audettes perked up mid afternoon, vocals sweeping through the trees until it finally reached her den. Heavy lids rise slowly to half mast and she lifts her head a bit, cocking her head to listen better. The vocals continued, and they were definitely calling for her. The femme rose to her paws, shaking out her mottled pelt, both to loosen the stray soil that had settled in and to shake the sleepiness from her mind. Stretching briefly, she trotted out of her den, but paused, and out of habit, she turned and went to the side of her cavern, where she had her own personal collection of herbs growing in a garden. Without hesitation, she plucked poppy from a well growing specimens, and pulled some moss from the top of a rock - both would regrow, even if what she pulled was not even needed.

Hellene eased into a gentle lope once she warmed up, and traveled the half hour to the boundary - she had set her den close to the boundary simply because when she had first gotten here, she had hardly wanted to join a pack other than out of necessity, and found the interior aspect of the pack too confining. As time had gone on, she had become more comfortable, but there had never been a reason to change the location of it.

Finally, after traversing the trails through the pack, her body broke through the dense tree line and found before her two strangers and Joker. She had not interacted with him much - he had stayed rather quiet, but if he had called for her, it no doubt was to deal with these two - a teen and a pup. And then Hellene's nares flared, catching the sense of blood and her ambers swiveled until they landed on the bite wound. Slowly, she put the herbs in her mouth down and smiled gently at the young ones. "Hello dears, my name is Hellene. Will you let me take a look at that? Let me just grab one thing first" She wanted to be able to probe the wound before treating it in order to know whether it was broken or not - if it was, the chance for infection would increase tenfold. She left them briefly and caught a squirrel that tried to escape off a nearby tree. Slicing it open, she stuffed it with the poppy... Adults would listen to her when she told them to eat the bitter herb, but for the pup she would mask the taste in meat - in a few minutes, it would seep and diffuse throughout the meat.

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||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis–Delta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan ||



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