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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It had been a personal question, one that he needed answers to though. With the upcoming war with the vampires, they had to be careful with who was admitted into the pack, they had to be able to trust their packmates. Vladimir had to admit that his previous way of dealing it, by aggressively attacking Riuk instead of dealing with him politely, had not been the right way to deal with it either... and so he needed answers but he had to do it in a gentle fashion. It was not something that he was good with - the whole being gentle thing. He could be gentle with his mate and with his pups... but with strangers? With this one - with her? He had to spend the entire time that he spent with them fighting down the Tempest rage in order to prevent it from boiling over. Vlad was doing the best that he could do... and in this situation in particular, he had to be even more gentle than normal. He could see that she was was wounded. Perhaps not physically, but mentally - the aura around her was blue... sad or scared.

For a second, he wondered if she would say anything, if she would answer, if he would need to insist upon it. But then her stories tumbled from her mouth - nothing full nothing detailed, but it was something - that she had been abandoned and forced to try to fight, something she failed in... because she was blind. Vladimir waited for there to be more - something, anything... but it seemed that that would be it - they had littered her with wounds and scars and tortured her because of a simple disability. "Althea, being blind does not make you an invalid. Your sight is not your only sense... I have known deaf wolves and blind wolves - fighting may not be your strong suit, but you could certainly be a different sort of wolf - a healer, an adviser. Not everyone can be the same thing, that is the wonderful thing about individuals - they are just that. Individual."
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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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