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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He came as she knew he would, his calm approach marred only by the anxiety stirring in the depths of his electric blue eyes. Where Nika sought to put a salve on his struggle, murmuring to him, putting all her love into her voice, Kal only sighed. Did he hear, as she did, the distance in her vocals? Were they both two star struck lovers fighting uphill towards a summit that promised reconnection, if only they should forge ahead?

In her heart, she knew the answer.

When he sat she grew contented, leaning into him slightly, her face relaxed and peevish with her gratitude that he should still deign to court her presence in his home. That had to mean something. And when he said he’d never forget; no of course he wouldn’t, and that unfettered joy from the other evening, when the pewter male had mentioned that taboo word (family), flooded her senses.

She tilted her head to gaze at him, measuring his lyrics as he spoke, continuing, trailing off, leaving her breathless though she’d arranged this meeting prepared to be the robber, the convict...again...

It was love at first sight.

Then his gaze peeled away, delving into the terra as if seeking to find an answer there, or rather, a hiding place. It was a look of desperation and uncertainty, but on the Alpha it gave an aura of wise meditation, during which he revealed nothing. Not that Nika would know, for she talked, drawing to bring his attention back, her power contained to her words. “I’ll bet you remember the way we woke up. How warm we would feel. How happy.” She’d fallen silent while he announced solemnly of his news, but she shied away internally.

Of course, the snow-white wolfess already knew of this Zig. Her nose wrinkled in disdain and she let out a feral snarl--all internally, of course. To her love she enacted her Hail Mary play, disregarding the seriousness in his tone, and the impending doom of his next words, to whisper in his ear: “Do you remember how we woke up? It can be like that again...”




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