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 July 4, 2019 at 04:07:47 PM by Vladimir
Some are born great Some achieve greatness __________________________________________ He opened his eyes, or at least tried to, but his lids were plastered together by a heavy mixture of tears and dust and dirt. Vladimir sighed and reached one of his limbs up to wipe off his eyes, only to find his muscles tightened, stiff, and certainly resistant to the motion. “How long if I’ve been asleep Sera?” There was no response so he groaned and rolled over, both of his paws achingly stretching toward his face until he could rub his orbits clear of the debris. Thick crusts fell from his lids down on his cheeks and he slowly raised his heavy eyelids only to find the light above strikingly bright. He groaned again and shut one lid, braving the other to glance upward despite the painful contraction of his pupils. But where there should be a cavern ceiling, there was instead a light canopy of tree branches. Why then… Why then was the light so bright? Why did it hurt him so when there were no direct rays from the sun stunning him? And why had he slept outside? Not that it was on common for him and Sera to sleep outside on a nice cool evenings, enjoying the phantasmical canvas of a star ridden sky, but he had no mate by his side, nor did he have any pups. “What… What is going on?” He was still groggy, the remnants of sleep not fully fled from his brain, but each second that passed had him growing more and more alarmed. Without standing, he lolled his head about, and saw next to him his half brother, Aindreas, sleeping soundly, but there was something odd about him - his coat was thick and full, as if it were winter, but it also had thick clumps of fur flaking out of it as if he should be shedding. But that was impossible, had it not just been yesterday… No it had been today... They had been running together today, discussing the upcoming nuptials between Vladimir and Sera, finalizing all the plans. Then they had caught onto some scent… Like… bitter almonds or something of that sort and next thing he knew he was here. He had never return to his cave, he never laid down to sleep. Not to mention, it had still been autumn.. “What...” Vladimir tried to stand, and found himself week, stiff. Disuse had atrophied his muscles, shrinking them in size, tightening them from prolonged periods of stillness. His limbs tremored beneath him as he wobbled from side to side, attempting to steady himself. Glancing over his ribs, he saw that his coat mimicked that of his half-brother‘s. As crazy as it sounded in his mind… He knew that this had not happened over night. That this must’ve happened over a long period of time. But how had he survived? Yes, wolves feasted on their meals in spurts and could go long periods without eating, but this? This took that to a new extreme. Wobbling, his balance shot, gone, Vladimir weakly tried to nudge his brother to rouse him. “Aindreas, wake up. Something has happened.” But Aindreas would not weak, nor even stir, but Vladimir could at least see the gentle rise and fall of the king‘s chest as it took even breaths, and took comfort in the fact that his brother was at least alive. For some reason, Vladimir had woken, but not Aindreas. Despite his own weakness, and now the hunger that rumbled in his abdomen, Vladimir grabbed onto the scruff of his fallen comrade, refusing to allow him to be out here, unguarded. How they had remained safe from vampires and other predators for this long, he had no idea, but he would not allow one more night of it. With a groan he remembered that they were miles from their pack for they had not wanted to risk Seraphina finding out about their secretive plans, but it made no difference. He would not return to Dierne Hrof without his brother… If there was even a pack to return to. For without the two of them, who had been ruling? Without a direct descendany of Kalgalath on the throne... well had one of his children stepped up? Or had a stranger taken the throne for themself? Or, and this thought he could not decide if it was better or worse, had everyone fallen asleep, set upon by some curse? Whatever the answer, he wished discover it quickly. Each step was an effort as he dragged not only his own bodyweight but that of his brother‘s across the land. Not much has changed, but he could tell the difference that time carried. The trees had grown, the foliage had changed ever so slightly. The paths were overgrown, and Vladimir began to fear whether his own family, if they had fallen asleep, would ever awake again. Would he ever be lucky enough to once again feel her tender embrace? The hours passed and the bright sun dimmed as it danced and swayed towards the horizon, and the darkness followed at Vladimir’s heels at a quick clip, but Vladimir could not hastened himself. It was all he could do not to collapse with exhaustion, but just as the last sliver of orange dipped behind the mountains, he threw his brother and himself over the boundary line before collapsing once more into slumber. He had not taken note of what scent lined the boundary, nor of anything else. All he knew was that he was home… At least in location if nothing else. Word Counter: 926 __________________________________________ Some have greatness thrust upon them ~ Soulmate of Seraphina ~ Brother of Castiel ~ Warden of Scamander ~ Heir of Dierne Hrof ~ Sire of Ziva, Qiturah, Magnus.:.Maui, Liora, Ikuseghan, Roan~ |
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