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 March 31, 2017 at 03:29:55 PM by Jorah, Aindreas, Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice Jorah froze, not believing the words that had come out of Kalgalath’s mouth. Everything that he had learned over the course of these long months had shown him that Kalgalath loved this pack, this land, and these wolves. There had been nothing to indicate that he would ever even consider leaving them. And yet apparently that was exactly what he planned to do. Jorah waited for the outrage, for the complaints, for Kalgalath to take back his statement, but there was none of that. There was hurt and pain, but also acceptance. Hellene even offered to go with him, leaving her position open for her daughter to claim. And all the while, Jorah said nothing. He did not move, did not make a sound. Time slowed and bit by bit, his vision went red. “You can’t…” The words were hardly more than a whisper, but in the silence that surrounded the vargs, surely it would be heard, hanging as it did in the air. There was no wind to sweep it away, and the trees around the clearing kept it contained it. This was the beginning of the end for Jorah - this was to be his last mission, the one that ensured him a comfy future filled with food and femmes, and a den in the highlands. But now? Now it was all ruined. If only Kalgalath had stayed… if only he had done the right thing and chosen his pack over his father’s pack… but no. And now the future was settled, and the only way for Jorah to still succeed was lain before him. Had it been a different time, had frustration and months spent futilely not spun his mind… If he had not been denied by first Chenzii, then Blare, then Uriel… if just one thing had gone right, the normal Jorah would have still remained. He would have waited until Kalgalath either slept that night or was on the way. There would be less resistance then… less witnesses, less opposition. But Jorah had been so cocky, so sure that he would be able to complete this mission in a short amount of time, that all he wanted now was for it to be over. His head twitched, cocking to the side just once as a switch somewhere in his mind turned off, breaking its hold on his ability to make sane decisions. And then he released his muscles. Even when he was running toward the bouldered throne, Jorah was thinking what a bad idea it was, but it made no difference in his goal or his decision. His aim remained true as his tensed muscles pushed hard off of the ground and flew him with lightning quick speed forward, keeping low to the ground to meet the least amount of resistance to the air. He had one shot, and this was it. Kalgalath had nowhere to run - or rather, Kalgalath would choose not to run. For if he moved, Jorah would land next to one of the princes instead, and if Jorah was sure of one thing, it was that Kalgalath loved his sons and would die to keep them safe. Hell, maybe if Jorah made a quick enough tear through Kalgalath’s throat, he would actually have a chance of making it out. He was fast, after all, and it would take everyone else a moment to realize what had happened. But not Kalgalath. Jorah’s heterochromic gaze saw in Kalgalath’s arctic gaze a cold realization and acceptance of what was about to happen. The slow motion that Jorah was living in continued, and he watched Kalgalath close his lids and brace for impact. Jorah’s jowls opened, his teeth a breath away from Kalgalath’s jugular. His maw began to salivate, expecting the taste of flesh and hair and blood… but then something happened that Jorah had not been expecting. The appearance of Aindreas - though it had been announced previously - was too serendipitous. Jorah felt the air being pushed from his lungs as Aindreas collided with him. Jorah tried to inhale to fill his lungs again, but then he landed on the ground with Aindreas on top of him. Immediately, the brute struggled to get at his paws but already Aindreas’ teeth were searching for his own neck. Jorah quickly dipped his chin down, protecting the vital structures hidden there. Then, squeezing his abdominals as much as he could, he lifted his head and curled it around Aindreas’ nape, his teeth grasped the back of the ivoro’s scruff and pulled hard, flipping Aindreas off of him and to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kalgalath pushing his pups to the back of the boulder and moving in front of them. Jorah ground and leapt to his paws, intent on finishing Aindreas off quickly. Jorah leapt then, his claws making deep scratches in Aindreas’ abdomen as his teeth narrowly missed the jugular, instead connecting with Aindreas’ muscles in his upper arm. Aindreas roared, which earned a smile from Jorah but the smile quickly faded as Aindreas twisted his nape and got just the correct grasp on Jorah’s throat. Canines dug deep into the flesh, not puncturing anything vital, but Jorah knew that if Aindreas got up and ripped sharply, his jugular would be torn to shreds. Panicked, Jorah continued to bite at his shoulder and scratch at Aindreas’ stomach, but the ivoro somehow managed to roll onto his side, away from Jorah. And then, quickly, ripped his head to the left. Jorah collapsed, struggling to breath as blood filled his airways. His eyes rolled, searching for the Old King but instead settling on the New. “He… comes for you. He...comes for you all.” With a final sputtering cough that spewed blood all over the ground, the boulder, and Aindreas himself, Jorah fell still. Kalgalath shook his head, glad that his instincts had not been wrong about Jorah, but sad that it had come to this. When his gaze rose, he saw Aindreas staring at him, cold arctics that matched his own meeting his own. “Aindreas…” The ivoro shook his head and turned to face the pack in front of him. ‘If anything this has shown that we must be more diligent in who we allow into the pack, and his final words shows anything, Aurora Borealis must come together and be the strong pack it is known to be. And so from here on out, everyone is Omega. You must prove your worth and your loyalty to the pack. It is to ensure that no one who has a rank slacks in the pack, and that no one who is worthy is not given a rank merely because they are already full. I will remain here to answer any questions you may have.’ Aindreas fell silent and sat himself in front of the stone. He would never sit atop the boulder - though he had accepted his father’s offer to take over as Alpha, it was not a position he took lightly... .................................................................................................................................................................................... **Aurora Borealis King*tied to Sebring*Father to Aindreas, Adara, |
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