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 May 23, 2018 at 02:19:11 AM by VLADIMIR
Some are born great Some achieve greatness __________________________________________ This was not his first fight since his transformation into a Tempest, nor would it be his last, especially with the war brewing with the vampires that was sure to erupt any day. His first had been with Seraphina’s betrothed, for the titan had sought to claim Seraphina as his own, not just in name, nor in pomp and circumstance, but as property, as his. Had it been Seraphina‘s wish to be the mate of that Ethiopian prince, Vladimir‘s heart would have been broken, but he would have let her go, and wished her wealth and happiness. But that had not been the case, and he had walked in just as the hessian made the mistake of grabbing her scruff to drag her away. Fury, pure and unadulterated rage, howled and roared within him and brought to life the magic of the Oferweder. The other opposing prince had been older, larger, more experienced, but his skills had been nothing in comparison to Vladimir‘s magic. The feeling of pain was dulled, and he saw everything as if in slow motion. His muscles were strengthened, his sinews at once both tightened and loosened for more efficient dexterity. And, without mercy, the young varg had slaughtered the other so that life blood drained from him and stained the earth. It have been a terrible moment, and yet one of glory as well for it had marked two important moments in his life. The first was the first time that he had taken the life of another Putnar, another varg. And the other was the first night that Vladimir and Seraphina had spent together as mates. Of course, it had been sometime before they had consummated their love, being but teenagers, but that night they had declared their love to one another and forever bound themselves to one another. This fight was not much different, aside from the fact that it was being fought out of pride rather than necessity. It should have never come to pass, the sparring between them, the feud, the battle. Blood should not have been spilt, at least not in anger. And if the world had been a fair place, Vladimir would have lost in order to put his pride in check. But that was not to be the case - for nature was no longer natural, and Vladimir was counted among those considered unnatural and extraordinary. The first hit had been marked upon him, yes, but it was a graze across his ribs, nothing that damaged deep muscles nor that hindered his movement, and due to the extreme amounts of adrenaline being pumped through his system at a heightened rate thanks to his magical tendencies, he forgot about the pain within the next instant. But it only fueled him, and his retaliation was swift and efficient, a hard blow to his opponent‘s shoulder, one that would hinder his movement, one that would affect his dexterity. Riuk‘s experience should have given him the upper hand… But Vladimir‘s speed and strength was altered, enhanced, and it helped, too, that he had been trained how to fight by both his father, Kalgalath, and his half brother, Aindreas, both of whom were extraordinary fighters even without their Tempest blood. And so he waited, backed up, circled a little bit, waiting for Riuk to make his next move, and when the opening was given, Vladimir took it. He lunged at the hessian, his mouth agape, teeth certain that they would hit their mark, causing a fatal blow upon his opponent‘s abdomen and slicing him open so that his guts would spill onto the earth. He could see the certainty of it all, could see his opponent‘s final moments of agony unparalleled, a fear, perhaps a regret. He could taste already the blood, the delicate tinge of the peritoneal fluid, the stark stench of intestinal material. And just as his teeth were grazing the skin, sinking in for the final blow, he heard a sudden movement, quick paw steps, and then a sudden, sharp, painful yank on his scruff that pulled him back. He still landed his blow, but it was shallow, and although it would be painful due to the high emotion area, it would do no permanent harm, and his opponent‘s delicate abdominal cavity was left intact and unpunctured. Instead, it was Vladimir who had a shock, a jerk, as his neck and head were whiplashed in the complete opposite direction by the sudden pull, and then he was thrown to the ground. Over him was a frame of pure ivory, and in the center of the titan‘s face was a pair of bright ceruleans that matched his own. It was a cold voice that reached his ears though, and stopped any words that would’ve slipped from the young prince‘s mouth. ‘You have dishonored our family, and what we stand for Vladimir. I witnessed all, it is your pride that led to this, no fault of Riuk here. I would ask for you to apologize to him, but I know you should not mean it and so I will ask instead for you to keep your mouth shut.’ Vladimir snarled, but did indeed keep his mouth shut, saying nothing. The fight was done, his Alpha commanding him to stand down, and all of the extra energy put into the fight had suddenly left him feeling drained, weak. And so he remained silent, although he did managed to rise to his paws, albeit a bit shakily, and stood slightly behind Aindreas, who even now was turning to face Riuk. ‘I apologize for his behavior, and would have stopped the fight earlier, only I hoped that you would teach him a lesson and knocked down his pride, for it is a fatal flaw in his makeup. Should you require medical assistance, we do have a residential healer would be more than willing to help you. Elsewise, I ask for your forgiveness on his behalf, and ask that you forgive his impetuousness. I am Aindreas, King and Aethele of Dierne Hrof.’ __________________________________________ Some have greatness thrust upon them ~ Soulmate of Seraphina ~ Brother of Castiel ~ Warden of Scamander ~ Heir of Aurora Borealis ~ Sire of Ziva, Qiturah, Cassius.:.Maui, Liora, Ikuseghan, Roan~ |
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