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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‘Hello. Leila isn’t it? I don’t think I have properly introduced myself… I am Magic. And by the way, congrats on becoming the Zeta of Aurora!’ She hadn’t anticipated the fact of another wolf joining her in company; her head swivelled around in a swift movement, her fiery gaze falling upon the face of the darkened female. The maiden recognised her; she certainly hadn’t had a conversation with her before but Leila understood that she was not a newly arrived member. A smile stretched upon her kissers, delicately sitting upon her lips like a hesitant gesture. Beneath her raven lips, there was a slight gleam of her pallid teeth; like the curtain opening to a show. Her neck ducked in a confident nod. “Yep, I am Leila.” She replied. Her words were like a soft flutter of snowflakes, falling daintily upon the ears. And as she spoke, velvety laughter intertwined with her confident librettos. “It’s lovely to meet you, Magic. Thank you – congratulations on your rank too - delta… right?”

Leila remembered Magic vaguely, recalling her presence at the Pack Meeting. She had stood with a brute called…Glitch? Leila presumed that they were mates – it certainly had seemed that way. And of course, they had a youngster too although the ashen maiden couldn’t recollect seeing the little pup before. And a name had not been embedded in her mind, either.

“So, Magic – how long have you been in Aurora, then? I’m guessing longer than me but I’m not sure…” She stated, her vocals bouncing with cheerful lyrics. They withheld no sadness or hidden fear but a bold curiosity to quench her thirst. “It’s really weird that despite living in this pack for a while, that we haven’t actually said a word to each other before today. Actually…I’ve only met five wolves, I think. No wait – six? Aha, I’m not sure. Well… maybe seven now that I’ve met you.” The ashen damsel flashed Magic with a broad grin – she was rambling wasn’t she? But her mood was occupied with a dainty sense of peace and joy; she seemed to lose herself in words and topics – new wolves, scents. It was all fascinating to her.

The midnight enchantress felt compelled to express her interest over the fae, but in fear that she may irritate her, kept her maw firmly locked. If her family was a tender subject for Magic, she did not want to bring it up. She certainly hadn’t seen her family before… She wished for more friends of the same gender and her friendship with Hellene was benefitted her greatly. It had seemed to sharpen her decisions; mellowed her fiery personality slightly. It may have seemed like a problem, but it was good for Leila… she wouldn’t end up getting into something she would regret.


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Word Count: 465
OOC: Sorry for the wait! :\

Leila | Pupless | Loveless | Aurora Borealis - Zeta | Young Adult
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