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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It had been so long, hadn't it?


The grey mottled huntress had been on her own for moons now. Well - that was somewhat of a lie. Briefly she had run with some less than ideal crowds, learnt a sly trick or two, and out there in the big world, sometimes the occasional scrap was unavoidable. Gone was the little fluff ball who had been daddy's princess; in her place was a sharp, slightly scarred vixen. She knew sure as hell she was no princess now. It didn't really matter though. She was free, going where she want, doing what she pleased, not having to worry about returning home or responsibilities or other boring formality's.


Until now of course.


As a general rule, Blayre tried not to think of where she came from. It wasn't helpful out here in this big world. They'd be fine without her, right? However, like most things, the longing crept up on her slowly. Not that long ago, she'd had an accidental encounter with a sweet fae; prey was scarce out here, and they'd been tracking the same hare. Blayre had been ready for a fight, until she saw the two small frames that shadowed the other ess, and with a sigh had relinquished her kill to the mother who had obviously needed it more. She had stayed reluctantly to make sure they small group could eat interrupted, and something about the small family dynamic had her stressed. She loved her freedom, this she knew. But in her upset over conflict within her family she had left so abruptly. Her father likely did not know if she was even alive.


That is how the wanderess had found herself back home.


The journey had been long, but she'd learnt by now how to survive on little food and exhaustion. Before reaching Blossom, she had stopped, finding a small pond to clean herself up. Would they even recognise her? She took in her own appearance - there was muscle that had not been there when she had left, but she did look slimmer too. As well as the scar that marked her shoulder from a childish hunting endeavour, there were now others, subtly marking her as a fighter. Uncertainty nearly kept her from pushing on. She was different now. Would she be shunned, turned away? Blayre shook her head; it didn't matter. She wouldn't stay too long. That way she could maintain her ability to wander, and they wouldn't get the chance to reject her.


Funny how she still knew the way straight to Aurora. It wasn't long until she found herself at the familiar borders, and she recognised at least one familiar scent. But...her adopted mothers scent was absent. So she was gone then. Blayre swallowed heavily, mask sliding into place. It didn't matter. It was fine. Instead, she let her body relax into the happy-go-lucky stance she'd perfected, complete with a smirk plastered on her face. This was her now. She could visit briefly, reassure herself it was all fine, and go back to being snarky, wild Blayre. Satisfied, the girl tilted back her head and called for the one who had adopted her, her father.



"I could take you on," she decides.


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