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 February 5, 2018 at 10:38:46 PM by Vladimir
Some are born great Some achieve greatness __________________________________________ Vladimir was so relieved to hear her say that she was willing to adopt Scamander. Not that he expected her to say elsewise, but it was always a possibility. After all, they already had their three little pups to take care of… And yet at the same time, Vladimir had already fallen into the role of protector for Scamander and they were feeding him… So really would it be so different? They were essentially his foster parents, so why not just make it official? Vladimir smiled at her but then shrugged. “I have yet to ask him about the matter - I wanted to see your thoughts on it first. So it all is up to him now… And if he does not wish to have a set of parents, of course we will respect that. I know we will never be able to replace his, but I only hope that he can find some comfort in our care.” And really that was all that Vladimir wanted - he wanted those around him to be safe and to actually feel safe. He had no doubt that there were times when Scamander felt anything but - it was understandable after all. Scamander and the other Arcus Irae had gone through a terrible ordeal and had seen things that they never should have… But that did not need to be Scamander‘s current fear forever. Within the safety of Dierne Hrof, Scamander would be safe. No vampire could cross the boundary while a Tempest lived there… And seeing as Aindreas currently held the role of king, and now Vladimir and Seraphina had a few pups to carry the line, it seemed that Tempests would live here for a long, long while. The danger, of course, was in that most wolves were not content to live only within their pack. They wanted to roam among the free lands to find friends or even lovers. Scamander was too young yet for a lover… Or was he? Vladimir himself had fallen in love with Sera when he was but a pup after all. And really, he was hardly more than that now. Still a teenager… was there really any rule on age when it came to love? Vladimir did not think so… He didn’t really think that love knew any bounds. After all, his love for Sera had exponentially grown because of his magic… But at the same time it was still the same. He would do anything for her, but had that not always been the case? But that was the end of the seriousness. Vladimir had pushed her into the water, and she hadn’t seen it coming! She called out to him that was a cheap shot, but he just started laughing - it was how they always were, playful, kind, and a little competitive. Vladimir quickly climbed out of the water, and suggested exploring the pack. They had realized that Seraphina was pregnant almost right after the lands had changed, and since then, the two had not done much exploring at all. They had been too focused on taking care of the pups… Especially considering that they had realized that she was pregnant basically about the time that she was going into labor. It had not left much time for planning, so they had been playing catch-up. But now, with the pups a little older, they could trust that they will take care of themselves. Vladimir grinned back at her as she gave her demands for exploring - that she be the one to lead the way. For some reason, he was always the one to lead, even when Castiel had still been with them. He definitely did not have a problem giving that honor up to Sera, if that was what she wanted. He gestured towards the woods, away from the shore of the lake. “Lead the way, my love.” She took off at a gallop, and he chased after her, his paws throwing sand up behind him, but as soon as he got in the woods, he had to slam on the brakes and even then he nearly flew into her, for she had drastically slowed down her pace. Vladimir shook his head but said nothing, other than grinned at her again - it felt good to have some time where it was just the two of them. For hours, they walked in silence for the most part, enjoying the calm around them. With them, words were not always necessary, and so whenever she gestured towards a rock, or a deer path, or anything else, he saw it as she did. Either for its beauty, it’s strangeness, or to make note of it for the next time they went hunting. But then, at some point, he noticed a change in her, and he threw his brows up, trying to think about what she could be up to. Of course, his mind immediately went to the possibility that she was thinking of a way to pay him back… But then… She had led them to a den. Immediately, her demeanor and body language changed, and she began to slink around him, her trail running along his spine in a gentle caress. Her words held the sway of a succubus over him, and a soon as they begin to dribble thickly out of her mouth, he immediately caught on to her meaning. A fire lit itself deep within his loins, he could feel the rage flowing through his veins like lava. He had come to realize that his anger was not always pure anger. It flowed through every part of him, and made all his emotions that much stronger, including his love and his lust. And though his love always raged for Seraphina, his heart pounding hard against his sternum with desire for his mate, it was instead his lust right now that was taking over. She talked with him, teased him, seduced him, and he did nothing to stop her. But what he did do, was stay incredibly still, until at last she was by his side and murmuring in his ear. Vladimir leaned toward her, his teeth searching for her ear so that he could slowly tug on it affectionately, although he didn’t let it go. He tugged a little harder and brought her closer. It was only when she was right by his side, his head towering slightly over hers, that he let go. “I have a few ideas, you scoundrel, although I am quite sure you have all of the same as I.” He was not an aggressive lover, but instead sweet and soft in his motions. They were other parts of him that were, of course, hard, but those are intimate and inappropriate things for young ones to hear about. But their love story deserves to be heard and known and told. And so, Vladimir looped his neck over hers, possessively, urgently, filled with need. But unlike so many brutes before him, he did not grab her scruff to balance himself. Instead, he placed one kiss after another on the opposite side of her cheek, and trailed those kisses up toward her forehead, then down her neck. Softly, those butterfly kisses trailed down her side until he got to her rump. At that point, he nudged her hip and directed her towards the den that she had not so subtly led them to. Once inside, he would mount her carefully so as not to injure her, and take her, all the while whispering his professed love for her, for their progeny, and for their future. For truly, he had no future if it did not include her, and so really her life was everything that he was living for. Without her happiness and her safety, his life and direction amounted to nothing. She was the yin to his yang, and the only thing that calmed his insurmountable rage. Without her, depression would set in and leave him but a shell… A dangerous shell that would drive him to unspeakable acts. But for now, none of that was a worry of theirs. For now, all that either of them knew was the passion they felt for one another, both romantically and sexually, and the two came together as one as they rode their way to their apices. When the pair of them finally were finished, he did not dismount her, but instead used his weight to pull her to the side, and he softened her fall with his own body so that she landed within his limbs. Those same, long towers curled around her protectively, possessively, and he nuzzled against her cheek. It was only the second time that the two of them had come together in consummation of their love, and this time had certainly been less awkward as they had a little bit more of an idea of what they were supposed to do. “I think I could never be happier than I am in this moment. But I have a question to ask of you that may make me happier yet. Will you marry me?” In this land, it was nearly a foreign idea - marriage that is. Most wolves had no formal ceremony, nor collection of their friends. Vladimir wanted the entire world to know that he was hers and she was his forever, until death do them part. __________________________________________ Some have greatness thrust upon them ~ Soulmate of Seraphina ~ Brother of Castiel ~ Warden of Scamander ~ Heir of Aurora Borealis ~ Sire of Ziva, Gwyneira, Cassius ~ |
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