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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Some achieve greatness
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He had heard her screams, the sound of her vocals reaching through his agonizing haze of red, but the words were lost upon him. Desperately he wanted to reach out to her, to calm her and soothe her, but the pain was too much for him. Instead he just wanted to scratch out whatever had infected him. He thought briefly that perhaps it was some form of rare wasp that had flown into his eye and stung him, but even Vladimir was not that foolish - he had seen nothing heading toward his vision, had heard no buzzing declaring the presence of any stinging insect. And right before he died, he realized it didn't matter to him what had happened - he was about to die, and had not told Seraphina the one thing he had meant to. He was not going to see her again, for even when she died, surely Tor and Fenris would place her in the heavens with Kael.

Time stood still for a moment, and Vladimir heard voices speaking to him in a language he could hardly understand. The words were foreign and yet somehow he understood them. But what they were trying to convey to him made little if any sense, and Vladimir begged for silence and peace - would not this be his own heaven? Why should he be tortured with warnings and rules and information giving fantastical beasts back in the world of the living? They were nothing but things of illusion and myth, and even were they to exist, they were in a world apart from Vladimir. Still, the prince was glad that they did not exist, for it meant Sera was all the safer. On and on did their lyrical vocals carry on about things meant to scare little children - vampires, feeding and death - and then onto the heros of the story - the slayers. There were twists and turns too odd in his mind, about soul mates, his own anger, shields, and such, and eventually Vladimir just began to absorb what they had said, no longer trying to fight against the strange alien words.

But then he opened his eyes. The soft, constant thrumming of his heart had woken him, and a crooned whine had whimpered its way out of his maw as he had still felt the remnants of the excruciating pain that had racked his bodice. Vladimir was surprised to find that his vision was still intact, and absently wiped at his face to clear it of the haze of crimson that his own blood had left like a veil over his pools. He would not realize his eyes were different, but his vision was. Everything was crisper, brighter, more beautiful - and that was true especially when he peered upon Seraphina. No longer was the sun needed to make her radiate. Each hair was clear as day to him, the delicate intricate puzzle that they were strung together in all too apparent. He had spoken her name, stumbled over words as he had hesitantly stood before her, his sights upon her. Sera, for her part, also began to mumble, stuttering on about things that made Vladimir's head spin. Something about his eyes... about his death. It made no sense and yet perfect sense. For what else could explain the pain, the voices of what he now knew to be angels. Not the ones that he and Castiel had pretended to be, but true angels. They had described to him his role, his enemy - a thing now to fear above all else, no matter how hard Vladimir would try not to be afraid of anything.

Questions swelled in his mind and he tried to remember what those very angels had said even as he attempted to focus on Seraphina and her words. Fear trembled there and he reached out toward her with a paw as she inched closer to him. He knew now what terrors would be facing her, what dangers would be against them. He wanted to protect her from it all, cover her somehow and shield her. But she was not his to protect - her heart belonged to Kael. She was Kael's. He whimpered again and decided he did not care - that he would follow them and protect her from afar if need be. But then she spoke to him, and then he held still and silent as the unexpected words resonated in his mind -

'...Before I could tell you that I love you.'

Vladimir had no time to process what she had said, for already another was intruding upon them and Vladimir felt his growl rumbling in his chest immediately, boiling up quickly as he called to it. But it was not like before - it was like his anger was something alive and actual. It danced a lively tune within his veins and the more he wanted the anger, the larger his ferocity grew. It was amazing and foreign... and something else. But the whole while that Kael spoke, Vladimir merely growled, almost too afraid to let loose the monster that he knew was inside of him.

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Some have greatness thrust upon them

~ Vladimir ~ Brother to Castiel ~ Kalgalath x Sebring ~ Heir of Aurora Borealis ~ Azura ~

Table Credit to Morgin <3


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