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 January 1, 2017 at 04:03:40 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice Since the meeting, the pack had been rather quiet, and he had not heard the particular detailed outcome of the pack hunt. Gwaine had led it and apparently they had caught some sort of prey, for Vladimir, Castiel, and Seraphina had been overjoyed. They had gushed on and on about it but anytime Kalgalath had tried to get more details from them, that had seemed to be the moment that they stopped wanting to talk about it. And so though he had seen his sons and Sera, otherwise he had not seen much of anyone else. Indeed, it had been a long while since he had seen many of the other vargs, a very long time. Afterall, at the pack meeting his sons had been pups, and already they were teenagers. Kalgalath could not believe how time had flown, and yet he wished it had gone slower. He wished that he had been able to spend more time with them and experienced it all over again. But it could not be helped and time could not be spun backwards. Thus here he was, walking through the packlands, and wondering in it all. How he would miss it – the paths, the trees, the smells, the company. He did not have to leave particularly soon, but having a deadline of winter seemed to make it all very certain, very solid. In a way, it was bittersweet – he was excited for the new adventures that lay ahead for him and Sebring, but it would be horribly sad to leave his family – both blood and otherwise. Kalgalath paused, peering about at the drying leaves and worried – would the rains ever come? Without them, this place would surely wither and die. Without it the plants would cease to thrive, and next would go the herbivores, and finally those like him – the Putnar, the carnivores. Everything was connected, and everyone relied on one another. But somehow, some way, Kalgalath knew in his gut that it would all be okay. That the rains would eventually come, whether tomorrow or in a week or in a month, and everything would be righted. It had to. .................................................................................................................................................................................... **Aurora Borealis King*tied to Sebring*Father to Aindreas, Adara, |
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