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 10, 2016 at 02:52:16 AM by Hurricane of Mexico


You can't break me
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Hurricane and Losa had fought wretchedly. Heated screams and fierce growls scorched the land of Aurora, and the midnight titan had half a mind to take one massive paw and swipe clear across her face. While the obsidian devil would never hurt Losa, her sharp tongue and fierce words had caused an anger so hot, so fierce within his breast he just wanted her to shut. up. And so the argument continued. The earthen falcon demanding to know of his deeds and his sins, and the roaring lion shouting loudly it was NONE of her business with a toss of his skull and a growl that resonated through the earth and frightened the birds from their posts.

The screaming match had ended with Hurricane storming out of the lands of aurora with a fierce growl and a warning. If Losa were not to leave the matter alone, there would be consequences. While it was impossible for the fiery titan to actually harm the terra painted marionette, Hurricane of Mexico could surely come up with some punishment that would harm her emotionally instead of physically. Now, loud, heavy footsteps clomp through the forest. The cool winds of fall were forcing crisp autumn leaves upon the scorched earth, and those very leaves crackled merrily beneath the angry stomps of the coal dyed warrior. Anger poured out of the gladiator, hot and fierce. With every step the seething monster took within the forest, small creatures ran, trembling in fear of being crushed beneath paws of iron. And each loud thud of his paw steps sent the birds fleeing to the heavens, abandoning their posts within the branches of the trees and crying out loudly in warning. There was a predator on the loose within these forests, and none were safe from his wrath.

Despite the haze of his anger and the deep angry snarl that escaped from his lips any time the massive demon even smelled a canine within his presence, the hateful angry beast that lived within his breast and claimed the lives of many wolves within the sacred borders of blossom stayed within it's cage, there was a sharp clarity that had settled in upon the conscious of this devil incarnate. While it was true that red tainted his vision and a hateful steam seemed to radiate from his body, for the first time ever in the history of Hurricane escaping the lands of Aurora Borealis and the presence of Losa, Hurricane of Mexico was in perfect control of his body. It was true that this beast of wrath and sin wanted to rip the jugular from a living creature and watch as it flailed helplessly and fell lifeless, despite how Hurricane of Mexico craved the pulsing blood of another, the angry creature knew it could not be another wolf he did this to. Not again.

Hurricane of Mexico had been residing within the lands of another canine, and while the obsidian beast was not fond of others, he knew well that while he and Losa resided in Kalgalath's land, that his rules must be obeyed. While the king had not made his way to meet the renegades that had taken refuge within his pack, Hurricane knew, if he and Sebring knew of his latest activities, the protection they provided the pair would be revoked, and the thundercloud gladiator would not be capable of watching over Losa any longer. That, was not an option. And so it was away from civilization and where the other wolves tended to congregate that the massive titan traveled. Moving instead to the outskirts of the territory of Blossom, where the prey tended to congregate and Hurricane could perhaps hunt something that rivaled his strength, and anger.

Hurricane of Mexico's midnight paw steps pressed firmly, however silently against the cool autumn earth. Lifting slightly, shuffling carefully through the thick carpet of fallen leaves. One wrong move and every piece of prey that lingered within Hurricane's grasp would vanish. And should the angry beast lose even the very prey he stalked, he would surely suffer defeat in his battle against the raging creature that lurked within his breast, and many would lose their lives. It is for this reason, and this reason alone that Hurricane follows the herd of bull moose through the plateau. It was true, that within the lands of Blossom, entire hunting parties from packs had at times been unable to take down a healthy male. However that is exactly the creature Hurricane was hunting.

The massive shadowy beast trailed silently both above, and behind the herd. Lightning optics pierce the scene painted perfectly before the obsidian canine. A herd shuffles slowly, calling out to one another as they graze, moving lazily across the plateau. Hurricane moves through the trees silently, moving around the group, always keeping them within his sights. Finally, the gladiator rockets out from between the forestry, midnight paws blurring beneath him as Hurricane of Mexico snarls loudly, sending the group of moose into panic. The first years split off and flee, as the females snort and roll their eyes, whites showing in terror as the predator moves. Ivory fangs flash as the midnight painted beast weaves between the moose, snarling and nipping, splitting them up even further, and angering the bull. Hurricane is aware of it's angry calls and stamping hooves, threatening to crush, to maim, to kill.

Loud threatening growls slip from Hurricane's muzzle as he whips around, hackles raised to face the leader of the group. The bull is large, and angry, snorting and throwing his antlers about, and Hurricane moves forward, launching himself against the creature. Ivory fangs glint in cool autumn sunlight, vanishing within midnight hairs of a void like pelt. In this instant Hurricane of Mexico is a blur, in this snapshot he is all edges and bared fangs, ready to rip, to kill, in this moment, Hurricane of Mexico is free.

Years of training and muscle memory fly back to Hurricane of Mexico. Tests and grades and constant measuring up, constantly fighting to be the very best all come racing into his movements. And suddenly the slow motion ends and everything races back into real time. Hurricane lands, snarling onto the shoulder of the moose, sinking his fangs into the flesh, and only letting go when one of it's antlers slams into his body. The blow is crushing and Hurricane crumples, his jaw unlocking as he tumbles to the ground with a yelp of agony. The moose moves toward the gladiator in fast forward, charging ahead, and he barely manages to slide out of the way, sharp hooves trampling the very edges of his fur. The pain in his ribs is sharp as the hessian attempts to stand, stumbling forward before finding his footing and turning around.

A sharp bark echoes through the plateau, challenging and undefeated. The moose turns, it's limp now obvious to the coal hued hunter, and citrine lanterns search the creature for signs. For clues. For anything to give this suddenly dwarfed giant the advantage in his fight. Hurricane finds none, however he charges forward anyway, massive paws eating away at the earth, flanks covered in sweat and his sides heaving. Pain permeated his entire left side, however the dark knight moves forward still, leaping upward again, sinking his fangs into the opposite shoulder. This time the valiant warrior is quick to let go, content with the indignant snort of the moose. He moves forward again for the knees, locking down hard before being thrown across the clearing with a powerful kick.

The massive beast lands with a crash, his shoulder leaving an indent where he landed, and a grunt of pain slips through his lips. Adrenaline pours through his body, and again Hurricane of Mexico is on his feet. Always ready, never defeated he races forward again, a glutton for punishment as he leaps up and hangs from the face of the moose. Holding up the weight of his body with his jaws alone, the canine quickly begins to slip, and is easily thrown with the shake of the head. Hurricane lands on his feet this time, and stumbles backward, landing wrong on his right hind leg, it bends with the pressure and Hurricane yelps, leaping off of it, and tumbles forward.

Again the obsidian dragon lifts his body from the dirt, launching for the face again. He leaps for the neck, for the windpipe. However the moose bows his head and Hurricane is caught and thrown against a tree, his skull colliding with the truck with a resounding THWACK, and his vision swims. The earth spins and spots dance across his line of sight. However Hurricane of Mexico merely snarls and stands again, throwing himself into one last attack. For surely he can not stand yet another defense. The moose swings his head at the wrong time and Hurricane's ivory knives dig into the windpipe of the beast. He slips toward the ground, but keeps his hold, canines dragging downward and slicing through the jugular. Blood spurts, and the moose drops to it's knees.

Hurricane falls to the earth. . .




. . . It is hours before the obsidian gladiator's lightning optics crack open. The sun has long since gone down, and Hurricane has been laying in the plateau for the better part of a day. Pain permeates through his entire body, there is not an inch of him that does not scream with agony, and it is easily an hour before the colossal beast manages to lift his skull from the earth. Time trickles by, and still the pain shooting through him is so intense that the warrior is unsure if he is capable of standing. It is only now that Hurricane realizes that laying beside him, is the dead bull moose he fought so foolishly. Hurricane groans softly, still unable to stand, and his eyes close again for a moment. Another hour trickles by before the beast pries his citrine gazers open again, and struggles into a standing position. His ribs and his skull scream in pain, and Hurricane's vision swims. The canine dips forward, almost falling over again, but catches his balance. His rear right leg is lame, and the beast can not stand to put pressure on it. Still, Hurricane grabs the Moose by the neck, and drags it a centimeter. and then another, and another.

It takes hurricane until just past sunrise to drag his prize back to the lands of Aurora, he stumbles across the border, broken and bloodied, and collapses again. Surely this time, if there is no creature to find him, this is how he will die.
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Hurricane of Mexico
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