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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There is a beast in every man...
...mine is stirring...



'Good to see you Jorah.' Jorah gave a small smile to her even as he scampered away from her and from Kalgalath's glare, and kept his eyes on her long enough to see her nudge Kalgalath in order to calm him. Inwardly, his grin only grew, but he calmed and allowed his face to be neutral as he moved over to talk to Chenzii. But before the eboness even responded, Gwaine did, appearing at Jorah's side.

'I am quite well Jorah. How are you?' Jorah opened his mouth to respond but already Chenzii's words were in his auds and he turned to face her.

'Yes, I knew Blayre before. I’ve lived in Aurora for a long time. How you knew I was with Gwaine, I do not know as you were not there unless you have felt the need to spy secretly on your packmates?' Jorah took a step back from her, as if aghast at her accusations, and made to turn away from her. 'I’m sorry to be rude. I just find it odd that you would know about Gwaine and I’s time together when we were unaware of your presence.' The Titan turned, facing her once more with a tightly knit smile and a shrug of apology. "I meant nothing by it miss. I admit I have been trained as a spy, so moving around quietly and not being noticed are within my makeup - I could no more change how I move than change the color of my pelt. I did not wish to interrupt the two of you... As you have noticed, I don't interact often. I do not hail from a place of many friends, and I have trouble making them. I am not very social and get awkward... I did not think you would want me around." He glanced downward and moved away from the pair of them. Looking over his shoulder he furrowed his brow. "I am sorry to make you uncomfortable."

He wasn't, really. It amused him, but it was all part of the act. And he had to admit that he loved every minute of it. But as he glanced back to Kalgalath and listened to the King addressing the group, he found that his sights kept falling upon Blayre. Jorah told himself that it was because he was focused on his task... And ignored the tinge of anxiety and excitement when he looked at her.

...and should I ever slay you...
...your eyes shall be open
♥dante


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