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 December 31, 2016 at 04:13:25 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice Kalgalath smiled as the perfume of his mate wafted into his nares, and he turned to meet her. A laugh broke from his lips as her form collided with his, and together the two of the rolled down the gentle sloping trail that they had been by. The world spun around them but his arctics swept and finally landed on her own gaze, focusing on her and only her. He wondered, as he did on a daily basis, how he could have been so lucky in love and in life. She was his all, and yet he had had to wait through a lot of messes in order to find her. But all of that, all of the drama, only served to make him appreciate her more. She complemented him completely, and they were able to work together to rule Aurora Borealis and had raised a wonderful family. Their twins were good friends, and as well behaved as they could have hoped for, at least from royalty. They got in trouble from time to time, but what teenager didn't? The important part was that they were always honest about it. As they slowed their tumbling and finally came to a halt his laughing continued as she kissed his face and neck. 'Hello my darling King.' Kalgalath reached up to return her carresses and swept his tongue around her audette. "Hello my darling Queen. How are you today?" He waited for her to answer before slowly and carefully rolling out from underneath of his mate. Paws came beneath him and he peered at the ground, dry and dead. His smile faded as he was reminded about the constant circle of life, and his thoughts turned to his father. Perhaps they had not been close recently - in truth Kalgalath had not seen his father since he had moved to Blossom Forest the second time. But there had been a time when he and his father were inseparable and Kalgalath wanted nothing more than to grow up to be the exact replica of his father. His father was the Alpha of the Tyrell clan, a family of wolves and their servants who were cunning and wise. And though the pack members not related by blood were technically subservient, never were they treated that way. Instead, they were trusted and honored with ranks and responsibilities, and thus their people loved them, and never thought to rebel. Strangers came to take refuge from all over, so prosperous was their land, but by doing so, they made enemies for the love allotted to them granted them a great deal of power as well. And so to prevent uprisals, a law was passed, saying that only a Tyrell could hold a throne, but in addition a promise was made so that no matter where or what they were doing, a Tyrell would always step in to take the throne when the previous ruler died. This would ensure the continued love of the masses, the continued safety of the land… and since Uriel had no interest in the throne, or in pack life in general, the task had fallen to Kalgalath. A few weeks prior a messenger had been sent to collect from Kalgalath his answer, and the estimated amount of time it would take for him to return and claim the throne. Kalgalath had promised that he would return by the start of winter… that was only a few months away. In the meanwhile, he had sent his nephew Sin, both to keep the boy safe as he was without parental guidance and to be a promise. But while that had ensured the continued bond with the pack, he knew that he had to go himself. Sin was but a teenager, and one that had not apparently had proper training yet. Silently he reprimanded Aindreas for his failings as a father… but it only strengthened his resolve to choose Aindreas as the next ruler. For the one thing that Aindreas was exceedingly good at was following commands – and this would be Kalgalath’s command, from father to son. In return, Kalgalath would adopt Sin as his own, and together he and Sebring would raise him and teach him all the things that Vlad and Castiel only knew. The thought of leaving his boys brought only heartache, but all they had left to learn was experience. They needed to know loss and trouble and strife so that when they ruled, they would not frighten or run from it, nor act hastily. Plus, they would be in capable paws, with wolves to watch over them who would ensure that they stayed on the straight and narrow while still allowing them to falter from time to time. “I am so glad to see you, it is not often that you run the boundaries with me… but with our days here dwindling, it means more than ever to me.” He kissed her cheek sweetly, a single lick of his tongue before continuing to walk along the path that he had. How different his father’s land would be from this – how different would it be from his memory. “Will you resent it? The move, I mean. I am tied by oath, honor, and blood to return, but it does mean you will be pulled from your home… the first place you really had stability.” .................................................................................................................................................................................... **Aurora Borealis King*tied to Sebring*Father to Aindreas, Adara, |
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