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 June 1, 2018 at 02:33:21 AM by VLADIMIR
Some are born great Some achieve greatness __________________________________________ It was odd, really, that between the two of them, Vladimir was considered more patient. After all, all too often his anger got ahead of him and ruled over his actions instead of his logical head… But Seraphina was just as stubborn as he was, and was definitely ruled by her emotions as well. Perhaps other times, in other situations, she would be more patient then he, but... but when it came to Sera‘s happiness, and the happiness of their family, he would stop time if that was what was necessary in order to ensure it. That was why he wanted to slow down, to name their newborn pups now on the day of their birth and celebrate their lives. Hopefully, these pups would be their last for a while considering the first litter they thought they were too young, and the second litter was because they did not realize that Vladimir being an Oferweder nullified the natural wolf’s cycle. It was not that he did not want to have more pups with her - after all, he loved her in a way that few wolves could ever love, and her children were merely an extension of her thus also gained and were garnished with all of his love. But two litters of puppies… It was too much for parents who were not even adults themselves. Almost… But not quite. Their birthdays were coming up soon, and would be finally considered mature… But why would, or rather how could society call them children still when they had two litters under their belts and nursing at Sera’s mammaries? How could they be called immature when Vladimir had already taken the life of another varg in defense of his loved ones? Yes… He wanted to grow their family… But for now, their innumerable pups were quite enough. Once they had settled upon names, he finally allowed the direction of conversation to be shifted to the heart of wedding planning. He wanted everyone they knew to be there in order to celebrate their day of joy and happiness… But it seemed, at least from what Seraphina said, that there may not be that many additions. He wanted to invite her parents - after all, they were her parents, they had raised her. Well… They had given birth to her and raised her until she had come here. As he thought about it, Vlad realized that perhaps his parents had been more parents to her than her own parents ever happened. Hers had tried to force a marriage upon her for politics’ sake, despite the fact that the mate they had chosen for her would’ve abused her and caged her. But Kalgalath and Sebring had given her safety and rules, yes, but also freedom. In order to learn anything important in life, mistakes had to be made for the best effect, for the strength of the lesson to be realized. So as hard as it was to not hover over them incessantly, Vladimir‘s parents had not. And so although the prince was still angry at his parents for leaving him and for taking Castiel with them, he wanted to be a parent like them when he grew up - loving enough to give his pups independence. And parts of him hated the fact that they would choose not to come to their own daughter‘s wedding merely because she was choosing who to marry instead of allowing it to be chosen for her. That she was marrying for love instead of politics. He wanted to force them to come and beat some sense into them. But the other part of him understood that this was not his decision to make - he wanted to give Sera the world, but they were a partnership, not a tyranny or any other sort of ruling facility. They work together and decided things together… And if she did not want to invite her parents, Vladimir would respect that. So together, they decided to pick up their pups and bring them to their den so that one litter might meet the other… But then questions were fired at him - questions about the war. He hated that such a wonderful joyous time in his life could be so easily ruined by talks of war and battle, but that was the world that they currently lived in. But before he could respond with an answer, any answer, a call rang out that he could not ignore, for it came from his own father. Sera insisted on coming with him, and perhaps it would be for the best... but he did not want to leave the pups unguarded. He let loose a call of his own for Zawyne, and when she arrived, he asked for her to watch their pups. Normally, a rainbow could not touch a Tempest, but their pups were too young to be affected by the magical gene. “Okay, Sera... let’s go find... find my Father.” __________________________________________ 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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