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 8, 2013 at 10:36:10 AM by Leila
 ‘Yea… I was hoping you would offer that. As I told you I can fish, but as for hunting… I’m sorta lousy at it. If you hadn’t noticed, I have difficulty at keeping quiet and I’m clumsy… I tend to scare the prey off. I don’t want them to learn how to hunt from me. So I was wondering if you would be their honorary aunt and teach them the things that I just can’t. Or rather, can’t teach them WELL.’ The sweet tempest grinned intently, “Nah – I’m sure you’re alright really Hellene. You just need to focus on your surroundings, absorb everything around you if you want to be successful. And you also need to uphold a positive attitude too, that’s very important. But yeah, I’d love to teach ‘em.” Her voice was fluent and lilting; cascading like a gentle river and splashing with the boundless energy of a little pup. It was warm like the glowing sun, seeming to relax wolves. It was sweet like honey. Her voice was often low like a cello and soft like the hide of an artic wolf. Her sun kissed gazers lifted onto the face of her friend, preparing to speak upon the subject of their planned fishing trip – was it still on? And when would it be on? Leila’s vocals chimed with quiet laughter as Hellene released a snort, nudging her with a paw. ‘Of course our fishing session is still going to happen! We could go now if you wanted… or we could wait until later if you are too tired… Just let me know when you want to go. And where you want to go. Lake, stream, etc. Each body of water had different fish and different problems and benefits. As for my sneakiness… I think that would be a hopeless venture. I’m too clumsy and I think you would be hard pressed to increase my stealth. But you are welcome to give it a try!’ Leila chuckled, her head nodding in agreement. “Well, maybe we better stick with the fishing then.” She commented in jest. “I’m not busy now so I guess around now would be cool. And by the grumbles of your stomach in sounds as if you could do with some grub soon too.” Leila raised her paw, prodding at Hellene’s stomach with a small, teasing, grin. Leila had grown interested in how Hellene had gathered all of her knowledge for herbs; her ears flickered inquisitively as her friend explained. ‘My mother, actually. In my pack growing up, everyone had a singular role that they were responsible for. There were the warriors, the hunters, the healers… sort of similar to Abendrot. Generally, everyone took the role of their father. It didn’t work out for me. Athene fell right into the role as smooth as honey. But me? I followed in my mother’s footsteps. She taught me herb lore, and then taught me how to fish in our free time, mostly for the benefits of their oils.’ The dame smiled, “sounds a little like my previous pack. My mother, too, tried teaching me herb lore but I was never interested. I regret it now of course but at that time I hadn’t a care in the world.” Leila’s words were vague, almost distant. Her fiery eyes caught the sheepish gaze that Hellene held but knew better than to ask of it. On the offer to teach her about it, the girl smiled. “Perhaps but only if you have the time; after all – you have a family now.” Word Count: 590 OOC: Souleh |
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- Abysmal loneliness - By Hellene August 10, 2013 at 08:31:33 PM
high on life;; - By Souleh August 17, 2013 at 09:49:36 AM
Abysmal loneliness - By Hellene August 23, 2013 at 12:47:21 PM
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