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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"Heh heh," A long, pink tongue hangs from an open jowl, soft noises sputtering out of a poofy white fool's teeth as he paws across a tree line, deep-set eyes staring possessively into the dark shadows of the rows and rows and rows of trunks. They just stuck up like a possum's tail, the hundreds of them, and it just tickled Asher to think of what crawled in the thick of them. His strut had some bounce to it - energy just flying out of his bones - and he had to shake his head to calm down. It was killing him. Asher wanted more than anything to leap head-first into the gap between the trees; just run straight without looking back. His back legs kept twitching, tensing to pounce before his brain could catch up and tell them not to. No, he'd stay right here on the border and linger until the time (when and if) came that he could be free to do so.

"C'mon, can't be that dry a wind," He muttered, but despite the griping, he grinned and snickered lowly to himself. Those woods, they were calling him. That sky? This air? He wanted it. Asher's paws dug into the dirt, his flight of fancy growing into a random need. But he always thought head-long dreams were what made a wolf. He was certain of it. If you pad around life wanting nothing more than what you've got, aren't you a shallow toad. So he paced circles, his thick fur shacking as he skipped around, But after a while, he couldn't quite take it.

Asher poked his head beneath the canopy, keeping his paws by the outside edge of the trunk, but leaning into the darkness. "What ch'all doin' in there?" He whispered. His dull-grey nose wasn't twitching and he had no clear idea where the boundaries ended, but he didn't mind pushing his luck an ounce if it meant a peek beneath the shade. It was a rich, exclusive darkness and he felt a certain... giddiness when he stood under them. A cackle crept from his insides and erupted into a low howl that announced any of his presence that his scent failed to. The laugh still broke the forest ambiance, his eyes rooting around the tall shadows, picking up little movements here and there of brush wafting or something scurrying. It looked like a real party.


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