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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Thunder Killer [Losa - Closed]
IP: 166.137.90.58
Posted on September 27, 2018 at 09:17:11 PM by Hurricane of Mexico

Hurricane of Mexico had been lurking within the shadows of Dierne Hrof, doing his due diligence since Losa had intervened in his behalf before the ice storm king Aindreas. The gladiator had allowed Hurricane to prove his worth, and the colossal dragon had worked hard, prowling the massive border of the pack, and occasionally, dragging in meals for the rainbows and tempests, unrequested. For Hurricane, his life was very similar to that before Duma’s attack. Eat, sleep, protect. Day in and day out, Hurricane prowled, hunted, stalked, and provided. The massive midnight painted warrior had noticed however, that something was wrong with Losa. The cotton candy dyed princess had withdrawn into herself. She hardly ate, she hardly drank, the lithe faerie did not flutter and socialize, she did not play with her sister or look after the younger Arcus Irae, she simply... was.

The massive midnight titan had not even an inkling of an idea of how to fix the pastel painted marionette, and so, he left her alone. Hurricane of Mexico returned to his default state. Watch the borders, hunt for his pack, watch Losa, except that, he couldn’t sleep. When Hurricane of Mexico had been young, he had been hand chosen to undergo intensive training. From the moment the sun rose, to long after it set, the boy named Za’ev threw himself into the routine. He worked harder, trained longer, and applied himself more than any of the boys in his group, and as the numbers dwindled, as pups were eliminated and promoted, he remained at the top. When the time finally came for him to be rewarded with a position within the royal army, the newly titled hessian had expected to be a captain, a soldier, a protector. However, he had instead, been assigned as a babysitter. Hurricane of Mexico had hated the long nights spent lying in front of Losa’s den while she slept. He detested being her shadow with every ounce of his being, and he asked himself how. How, one of the best and brightest of the entire league had been reduced to this

It was not until later, as Losa and Hurricane both grew, that the inky dragon had realized exactly how important his job was, and would still yet become. Losa was not just one of the princesses within the court, she was not a daughter of the court, or even just a member of the royal family. Losa was the heir, and for a long while, she was the only one. And so he took more seriously his assignment. He no longer lagged behind assuming she was safe, Hurricane instilled within himself the fact that if he could not see her, she was not safe.

And so, as he lay awake, for yet another night, unable to sleep, unable to calm the racing of his mind and the thrumming of his heart, he realized that, the reason he had not slept in weeks was not because he had not been working hard enough, had not been training hard enough or walking enough distance per day, it was because Hurricane of Mexico had been sleeping outside the opening of Losa’s den since he was six months old, and yet, within this land, he had allowed her to slip away. He had allowed himself to become distracted and had lost focus of his job. Hurricane drug himself upward, massive paws scraping the earth and shook out his inky fur. The gladiator started towards Losa’s den, ambling quietly through the forests of Dierne.

By the time he found her, the first, softest rays of light had already begun to peek out from the horizon, shining softly to declare that it was morning. He laid down setting even his massive cranium upon the earth, nose facing her den, electric yellow optics peering in, watching her soft frame sleep peacefully. Her ribs rose and fell in perfect time, and as he watched her, Hurricane felt his mind stilling, and his eyes drifting shut.......

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