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.

Refresh/Reload

now everything is dipped in gold [Losa, any rainbows, open]
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i just want it to be perfect
to believe it's all been worth the fight


Gold dipped paws made their way tirelessly to the boarder of Dierne Hrof. Remnants of dirt and mud had worked it's way into her pretty pastel pelt, making it look brownish pink, her facade slathered in mud, nearly unrecognizable if it weren't for the fact of her mint and gold eyes. She'd spent months trying to track down the other arcus irae, when it seemed as if she was right behind them; she'd found that they were far ahead of her, yet again. Giving up, she'd decided that it was indeed time to seek refuge among a pack, so she was safe from what lurked in the dark. The vampires. The teen was overly upset about the fact that she had not been able to mee with any of the other arcus irae since coming here to Blossom from their homeland. She had lost them when they escaped that day they had found a way out. She'd helped take care of the others as she and Losa were one of the oldest arcus irae and even though it wasn't her job, she felt like she was partly responsible for the pup irae. Nyla was finally at the border, shaking and trying to keep tears from her eyes.

The lass had felt it when one died. Felt the pain in her chest as she felt the other pass away. It was Fallon. Then came more waves of pain as Vera had passed too. She grieved tremendously; shook and cried. Let herself grieve and then she went on her way to try and find the others. When she finally gave up, she'd now made her way here. Caked in mud and dirt except for her paws to which shone with gold. Hesitating as she came right up to the border, and looked around. Dierne Hrof smelled a bit of arcus irae and her spirits became hopeful. "Oh please oh please let this be true... let them be here..." soft lyrics erupted through the air, rolling off of her tongue and out of her maw. Voice soft and hopeful. She just wanted her kind back where she could see them all, or at least know where they were. She stood there for what seemed like hours before she had finally mustered the courage to call to whoever was in this pack.

Throwing her cranium back she let her soft vocals ring through the air as she called for others. Falling to her stomach, body shaky and finally given up on carrying her, her fragile bodice laid on the ground; thankful for the rest. Thankful that it no longer had to carry her any further for now.



you be my glass of wine
i'll be your shot of whiskey


femme | teen arcus irae | kin | tempest | mate

picture credit to xathira | table code credit to xathira | wolf stock to Bine G. on Dawnthieves


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