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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It was almost sunset as the black vixen heard her mate come through the trees. Her aud flickered and she rose herself from the ground in a single action. Their pelts were mixing the moment she stood. The fae felt the wave of heat crawl lazily up her legs and back, almost like fear and wanting to hide from it, only in the opposite way. She had missed him so much. The two of them sat down in the grass and let the silent do the talking as they bonded in the mosts where the light lost its touch. “I have missed you too love." Magic felt her tail wrapped in his and she suddenly felt as if they needed to become closer, that they weren’t before. She nuzzled him once more as the silence seemed to disappear into the background, unlike the moments in that awkward side it sometimes held. The light was soon to vanish and the vixen couldn’t help but feel wonderful in her own ignorance that had just seemed to take over her. However, the tone of the silence vanished as Glitch’s vocals started to rise through the air.

“"I thought we'd do a bit something different..” The ess raised an eyebrow. She thought that it was cute that the titian held out his paw as if holding a butterfly, and she stifled a laugh in her own innocence that always seemed to show in her weakest points. “And what would that be?” The lady waited as she watched her mate slowly. Were they going somewhere? What did he have in mind? “Let's just let the silence engulf us as we dance." The ess watched him stand. She agreed with him; this was something a bit different. In fact, the fae was a bit nervous! She didn’t remember the last time she danced, if at all. “Glitch, I...” She didn’t know what to say. Of course she would, but she felt awkward doing so and it didn’t feel very comfortable. Well, best be clumsy with someone you love than someone you don’t hardly know.

The fae rose her bodice from the ground, the dirt sliding off her slick fur. She stood tall and waited for him to make the first move. She didn’t know how to dance.


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