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"An aurora that occurs in earth's northern hemisphere."
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Lore
Borealis was once a solitary figure, patrolling the outskirts of the pride's territory like a silent guardian. His presence was often felt but rarely seen—a shadow in the snow, a figure moving with the grace of a predator and the wisdom of one who has walked the land for many years. In the harshest winters, when the winds howled and the blizzards swallowed the land, Borealis could be spotted on distant ridges, his silver eyes scanning the horizon, ever vigilant. He never sought the warmth of the pride's fire, content to serve as their unseen protector, fending off threats from rival males and ensuring the safety of the pride without ever asking for acknowledgment.
But as time passed, Borealis began to feel a deep connection to the pride he silently watched over. He observed their struggles, their triumphs, and their moments of joy. He saw the young cubs grow into strong sub-males, witnessed the unity they shared in their most vulnerable moments, and slowly, the isolation he had chosen for himself began to feel like a burden. Borealis realized that while he had dedicated himself to protecting the pride, he was missing out on the bonds that made them strong. His role as an overwatcher had kept him distant, but his heart yearned to be part of something greater than just the land.
One day, during a particularly brutal storm, Borealis made a decision. Instead of retreating to his usual post on the ridge, he stepped down into the heart of the pride. His arrival was met with surprise and curiosity, but Nebula, who had sensed his presence for years, greeted him with warmth and understanding. Borealis spoke little of his past, for words were not his way, but his actions told the story. He joined the sub-males in their training, stood alongside them at the fire, and became more than just a protector from afar. He became part of the pride he had watched over for so long, sharing in their strength, their laughter, and their hardships. Now, as a trusted and respected member of the pride, Borealis still watches over them, but not from a distance—he is one of them, a guardian no longer alone.
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Encounter
The air was cold and biting as you made your way through the snow-covered forest, each breath turning to mist before being swept away by the icy wind. The trees creaked under the weight of frost, and the sky, a dull slate grey, promised more snow to come. As you trudged forward, your footsteps crunching in the silence, you suddenly had the distinct feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and though no sound broke the stillness, an unseen presence weighed heavy on the atmosphere. Then, through the swirling snow ahead, you spotted him—a massive figure standing still as stone atop a small ridge.
As you drew closer, his silver eyes locked onto yours, cool and unreadable, yet not unfriendly. He did not move, simply watching you with the steady, composed gaze of a being who had seen many winters and faced many challenges. There was no malice in his stare, but there was no invitation either. This was Borealis, the quiet protector of the pride, and while he stood there like a sentinel, you knew he was measuring you, understanding you, in ways that went beyond mere appearances. The wind tugged at his wild black mane, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though the storm itself had paused, awaiting his judgment.
Then, without a word, Borealis turned and began walking down from the ridge, his massive paws leaving deep impressions in the snow. The tension in the air melted away as he moved, and you realized he was not here to challenge you, but to guide you—perhaps even to offer his protection. He glanced over his shoulder, a silent gesture that seemed to say follow me.
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