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Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.

my life...
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Posted on August 31, 2009 at 08:10:10 PM by wingfoot

Wingfoot was well accustomed to the ways of the mountain's inhabitants. Most of them, saving a select few, preffered to socialize among their own family groups. Other than when it was time to come together to mate and build new families most of them kept to their own.

So it had been in her family growing up. But after becoming the wife or Sirius, who's heart was open to everyone, Wingfoot was far more accepting.

Still Black Angel's walking right past her didn't bother her, and she had lifted to her greying paws to depart herself when the child had spoken. Wingfoot wagged her tail and smiled pleasantly.

"The mountain belongs to any and all who wish to pass." Wingfoot said softly. "T's not my place to decide who is unwelcome, rather you wil find I am quite welcoming."

Her green eyes flicked towards Black Angel's retreating form then back to the child with another soft smile.

"Chastise your mother not, child. There are many of us who are set in our ways, old ones such as I know this mountain's inhabitants are more often hostile rather hospitable. Her ways are quite forgiven and understood by me."

Through her speech Wingfoot's tail wagged pleasantly, ice crystals falling from the course gold and earthen hairs like a shower ofpin sized diamonds. There was an aire or unearthly majesty about this femme, her aura was friendly, warm and mothering, and yet the depths to her green eyes were wrought with sorrow and they shimmered dully in contrast to her frosted pelt. And her voice was soft, but with a depth of one who had borne much. And still there was something strange about her, almost like she knew something the rest of the world did not.. Something hard to grasp, and yet she also seemed mysteriously normal. The old one was a puzzle to be sure, a locked door to which there was no key.

Replies:

Of mother and daughter, only one lingered... - By Black Angel & Danika September 5, 2009 at 06:29:55 PM
- my life.. - By wingfoot September 9, 2009 at 00:15:30 AM

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