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 20, 2016 at 02:33:15 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice Yet another day had spent in bliss, with the King traipsing through his pack at his leisure. When at first he had gained the throne, he had patrolled incessantly almost to the point of obsession, wanting to make sure that the pack was clearly marked. The previous ruler, Sin, had been sickly for a long while, and the terra had fallen into silence and disarray, and he had no doubts that there would be those who would try to take advantage of that. Back in those times, the number of pack members had been rather meager, with it being possibly to go months without seeing another wolf, even if you never crossed the territory line. Kalgalath had worked hard to gain relationships with each and every one of them, though, because if a larger pack attacked them, he would rather have a few very loyal members than a hoard of wolves he would not ever show his back to. As one of the smallest pack, he had relied on alliances with larger, powerful packs to protect him by value of association - mainly Saw Tooth. But now everything was different. Now, Aurora Borealis was one of the largest packs, and one of the most active. Saw Tooth was long dead, crumpling after the demise of Moth, and it was smaller packs who came to Kalgalath searching for protection by association. For now, Aurora Borealis was only allied with Spring Grounds and Bright Moon, and they had unique interactions with each. From what Hellene had said, Aindreas had some sort of connection with Stormy that went beyond just an acquaintance or a friendship, and with Bright Moon, the Alphess' younger sister was currently residing within Aurora Borealis. Seraphina and Kalgalath's two sons were getting along great, and Kalgalath had entertained the thought more than once that there was the possibility that there would be a royal wedding at some point in the future. Kalgalath would never stoop to setting up an arranged marriage, believing fully in following your heart, but if they arranged such that the pups saw each other often... Well... Perhaps love would grow in their hearts. Kalgalath had met up with some of his pack members the day before on his patrol, which had made him happy - when the pack had been smaller he had been wonderful friends with each of his members, but found it to be difficult to do exactly that now - he hardly knew more than the name of some of the wolves in his pack, but trusted those who had accepted them into the pack. The brute could only hope that he would run into some of the strangers today - that he would be as lucky today as yesterday. And thus he had left his grove den before the rising of the sun, starting his one patrol for the day. Having done it every day, he did not really need to worry about the strength of his scent - and besides, the other packs would not do something so bold as to invade his territory, knowing that it would mean war and certain death if they were caught. For though Kalgalath was kind and believed in helping others, he was protective of his pack, he was protective of his family, and would not forgive others of their trespasses. He had killed other vargs before and he would do it again if necessary, the demon inside of him surfacing to condemn the damned. But this day was not to be the same as the last. As soon as the sun peaked over the faraway cliffs, the scent of blood wafted through the damp morning at into his nares, the taste of iron crossing onto his tongue, and he immediately picked up his gait, his leisurely trot turning into a full out gallop, his paws pounding against the land with heavy striding leaving deep prints in the ground until he came across the source of the scent - one of the strangers, yes, but this was not how he had wanted to come across them. Hurricane was filleted before him, his form battered and bruised nearly to the point where Kalgalath could hardly recognize him by sight, and only by scent. Without a second thought, he tilted his head back and barked once - sharply, loudly - calling for and demanding Hellene. Though Khaleesi and Sebring were both her students, it was instinctual to call for the shaman, knowing that she would go to work without hesitation. That she would not flinch at the sight of this. And then he turned his head and saw that Hurricane had dragged back with him a full grown bull moose and wondered at the fact both that Hurricane taken on such prey by himself, and that he had succeeded. However, it seemed that the cost of it had nearly cost him his life. While he waited for Hellene to arrive, he gently cleaned the brute off, knowing only to do that much - he would leave the herbology work to Hellene, but at least she would have a clean canvas to paint and work upon. Luckily, her den was nearer to the boundary than Kalgalath's own, and she arrived within ten minutes, galloping as quickly onto the scene as he had, and asked no questions, merely shaking her head before disappearing to grab herbs, and reappeared moments later, pasting nearly his entire body with a foul smelling poultice while Kalglath stood guard - both to protect his fallen member, and to protect Hellene should he suddenly wake up and react. Sebring had told him how he had come into the land - covered in wolf blood... And he would not take any chances. "Hellene, will he survive?" The timberess shot him a glare and snarled slightly under her breath, but it was said with a hidden smile, albeit tight lipped. 'Now you are doubting my skills, Kalgalath? I must be losing my edge...' Kalgalath returned the smile wearily - he did not doubt her at all, but with the brute nearly comatose and no doubt suffering from excessive blood loss... He had his concerns. But if ever Hurricane had a chance to survive, this was it. .................................................................................................................................................................................... **Aurora Borealis King*tied to Sebring*Father to Aindreas, Adara, |
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