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 August 17, 2018 at 03:27:31 AM by Archangel
 | Once upon a time.... She began her story so formally, in such a way that Archangel had only ever heard rumors of. It was supposedly the way fairy tails were told to children, bedtime stories were what they were called. These were things he had never had the chance to experience. All the stories he had been told growing up were simple facts; Don't fight this pack because they are evil and will rip your face off, your best friend is dead because you loved them and love destroys. Realistically they weren't really stories at all, just extravagant and brutal lessons. He very often wondered what it was actually like to have a childhood. To be a pup and have friends, to play and frolic and be carefree. To feel anything at all. As she continued he listened intently as he didn't want to miss a single detail. A very large part of him wanted to see the story she spun only as intel. But the new, underlying and strange part of him that had been awoken just wanted to listen and enjoy the story for what it was. She spoke of massacres and clans and how her kind were created as a beacon of hope. This alone fascinated him for thus far it had been completely true for him. Meeting the Arcus Irae had been like a fresh new breath of air, a second chance at life even. They made him want to find a true purpose. All the questions she had been asking him, the shocked expressions upon her face, the sadness when he spoke about his past. It was making him think. He didn't like it, but there was nothing he was going to be able to do to stop it as had become apparent in the past few weeks. Then she mentioned soul mates. Dual colored irises tightened at the mention. His ears flicked as his train of thought hiccuped momentarily. To be bound eternally to another.... it was such an alien idea and yet so familiar. In his world, he would have sworn to protect a pack, his pack or a singular wolf and would do so with every fiber of his being for eternity but that had been different hadn't it? They had not been mates of any sort, there had been no love between them. Not even companionship. He had been eternally bound as a tool. What she spoke of sounded much deeper, and intimidated the beast immensely. But the wolf she spoke of, he couldn't quite wrap his head around why he had gone mad, to be a soulmate to someone you are already bound to, isn't that a good thing? Then again what would he know of any of it. And then she spoke of essentially sacrificing themselves to the insane wolf that had caused their escape to blossom in the first place. Archangel let out an annoyed, low, short snarl at the idea and shook his head. Simultaneously he flipped himself from his relaxed position on his back to lay sternally and stare shocked at the princess. "Well, you can't do that. You can't just sacrifice yourselves because of the things that have happened here. It will not change anything in this world, this world was already horrible before you arrived. Death, sadness, pain, anger.... it was all here before you. You did not bring these losses, you did not create this pain that you are now feeling. If anything you, and your kind have brought light into this world! You shine like nothing I have ever seen in my life. Your colors burn brighter than the prettiest of flowers, your smile gives the sun a run for his money. I find words around you, real words, and these feelings. Zawyne I have never spoken so much in my life, I have never felt as much as I do right now. You are so very special and you don't even know it. You and your fairies leaving this world would only darken it further, bring more sadness...... and I.... I don't think I would want to revert to the way I was before... I brought a lot of that darkness into the world myself and I don't know any other way to live.." The demon bit his tongue then. Too much had been said, far too much. His throat and tongue hurt from the effort. He had spoken sharply, matter of factly and for some reason it made him worry that he would hurt her feelings. He never cared about that before. But he had never spoken enough to offend someone before. A simply yes sir, yes ma'm and a nod or two had been the majority of his vocabulary. He had spoken through battle, the way he fought, practiced, moved. It all said a lot without ever having said a thing. Archangel's teal and aqua eyes searched her face but he couldn't find the answers he wanted. "You just.....you can't leave." He finished before huffing and standing once more. He violently shook the leaves and dirt from his patchy coat and then sat to regard the small princess once more. His cold vision looked from her, up to the treetops where a flock of small birds had just flown away in a hurry and back again. The brute tilted his skull in thought. "By the way.... you stopped crying." Another simple, factually given statement. Random at best, but also true. It was Archangel's way of saying "ha, I fixed you" in the simplest and most childish of terms. For when one has no true childhood, they never truly get to grow up. Archangel never learned, truly, how to interact and be social. How to have a conversation or be mindful of the words spoken. He took everything quite literally. He knew she still looked sad, pained. He knew he hadn't actually fixed her but his goal when starting out had been to stop her crying. To him, he had completed his mission and stated that fact. In another moment he looked at the tree she had been originally sitting beneath and walked over to it, batting it with a paw and leaving small claw marks in the bark. "Zawyne..... who are you? Who are you that I can so easily speak, that I can feel so very much... even.... with Vera.... I never ....." He had completely changed the subject and would eventually respond to whatever she had said after his random speech prior, but the question had been weighing heavily on his mind and for some reason it had slipped out in that moment. Largely he hadn't actually expected an answer and wouldn't have minded if she told him at a later time. It was such a vast and indirect question after all, how could one answer such a heavily weighted question. He then panicked just slightly, what if he had just hurt her feelings? What if that had gone too far? Archangel spun back to face the small fae with a deadpan expression. "Sorry, I do think that was a bit too forward.... forgive me er princess" He was desperately reaching for the rope to pull him out of the hole he had dug. Trying hard to go back to his utterly formal ways of speaking. He would have had his tongue slashed for speaking so freely back home and suddenly he was very much afraid it was going to happen again if he didn't reign himself back in. |
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