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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The sunrise looked wonderful on a white pelt; it washed over the body without any inhibitions, seeking out the shadows of the joints and painting them a soft orange that pulsated with an aura of warmth and contentedness despite how the wolf actually felt. Contemplation had much the same effect, transforming the face into a dignified statue that did not belay an animation of intelligence in the skull. Even the slightly tilted chin angled towards the rising sun bespoke of an inner peace that could not be falsified.

This was calm at its finest, when it flowed from the body and into the body with the ease of waves, in tandem cycles that suspended the wolf, not once letting her fall. The ivory goddess, made so by the other-worldly power afforded to her by the sun itself, had not once moved in her meditation. It had begun after she had made her way along the border post-awakening, from a sleep that she had staggered into, with an enticing hum on her lips that she gave away to let echo through the trees. It was a summoning, so gentle as to be lovely, and loved this wolf became by all the hidden creatures of the land, who swallowed her pain through her song.

Since that moment she had not moved however, caught in solemn silence that possessed her. She was thinking. Remembering is a better word for it, perhaps. The first time she met him was like fire meeting ice, and she melted into his touch. The stars were burning in an inky sky that dripped over his pelt and thrilled her with his sense of mystery, and the mystery he gave to love. Whenever he spoke of it, she felt rather than heard the sultry drop in his voice, as if his intentions outweighed the measly words he could give them. Regardless, she could always read him like an open book. Honesty had a way of shaping a wolf’s character to make them so vulnerable while they remained ignorant of their apparent weakness. She found it endearing.

When he responded to her call, there was a single thought on her mind, shaping her lips. When Kalgalath finally stood face to face with her again, she would whisper softly, as she breathed the breath from his lungs, Do you remember when we were in love?




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