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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Hurricane of Mexico watched, electrifying lanterns observing the gentle rhythm of Losa’s ribcage rising and falling, perfect cotton candy hairs moving softly, just barely. The massive dragon didn’t know how much time had passed when Losa murmured his name, only that the colossal beast had not quite fallen asleep, his lightning hued portals not all the way shut when they opened back up at the sound of her whispering his name. Every hair on his body seemed to stand on end as she moved, and yet, Hurricane did not so much as twitch when she looked over at him, did not give away how his heart started to hammer within his breast. His breath caught as her half asleep brain seemed to be struggling to process, trying to keep up with the fact that he was here. Waiting. for her.

A whimper slipped through her tired lips and Hurricane of Mexico had to resist the urge to spring to his feet, massive amounts of energy coiled in his muscles, and no matter how relaxed the titan may have been a few seconds ago, every inch of his body responded both to her, and for her. Being around Losa set him on edge, both in a desperate desire to comfort her in ways he had no idea how, and with a need to protect her from both anything and everything that was so strong he could hardly tamp it down. Hurricane of Mexico had been depriving himself of her, trying desperately to give her, whatever it was she seemed to need, and yet, as she crawled toward him, he knew instantly he had been wrong. Wrong to leave her alone, wrong to give her so much space, he was wrong and it shot through his heart like an arrow.

Losa’s faerie like body pressed in close, and tense, ready to spring muscles instantaneously relaxed. The energy sparking through him did not fade, but physically his entire being seemed to become, all at once at ease, just from the touch of tips of her pastel fur against his midnight black ones. Hurricane sighed deeply, a rich, satisfied noise that he did not mean to slip out, but that he could not help emit with her so very close. It was not that they had not been close before, Hurricane and Losa had always been inseparable, not simply because of his duty, but because they drove each other wild.

Losa’s petite cranium buried into his skin, and reflexively the great warrior curled around her, she was so small next to him, that from nose to tail, he could wrap her in a perfect cocoon of inky blackness. The perfume of her fur made him dizzy and unable to think straight, and he was positive from this proximity she too could feel his heart slamming against his ribcage, desperate to escape, to push through the barrier their bodies created and to beat next to her own. Hurricane of Mexico slid his cranium against hers, nuzzling between her ears gently as she spoke, her wobbly voice creating a chasm in his heart. She had never been like this, so broken, so fragile, Losa had always second guessed her choices and worried incessantly, but when they came to these lands, she had singlehandedly been carrying the burden of all the rainbows, and he could see now, that it had been too much, that she could not do this job alone.

Hurricane of Mexico did not respond to her words, except to give her gentle kisses, along her cheek, the top of her head, the tips of her ears, still wrapped up around her tightly he began grooming her gently, the smell of her skin still dangerously intoxicating, after a long while, her murmured gently “I’m going to do better.” he started, his voice deep and raw, full of apology and... was that regret? or were it almost tears that tainted the edges of his words and made them sound so fragile and unsure? “I’m going to be here. Not just in Dierne, doing my job. I’m here for you Losa, I don’t know how I forgot, I’m always here for you” In a quick movement, hurricane gently maneuvered his skull, careful not to bump Losa with his antlers, and pressed his chin to her ribcage, pulling her closer, wrapping her up tighter, and returned to covering her with a hundred gentle kisses...

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