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.

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Posted on November 9, 2010 at 03:17:20 PM by Altair

Cold yellow eyes traced a line across the snow, following the movement of brown fur over the crest of the hill. The white wolf moved in a slow, yet steady fashion, his fur part of the landscape here. Paws made hushed noises that mimicked the sound of snow shuffled by wind as he walked parallel to his brother. He could have attacked at any moment, but that wasn't his style. He liked to let Ezio feel secure first, let him reach some sort of hiding spot.

So, for the young brute, today's game was one of anticipation. He was not simply going to sit idly and watch while his brown pelted litter mate found his hidey-hole, as that wouldn't prove useful or productive on his part. No, as Ezio moved, Altair's eyes shifted a little ahead of the quietly searching wolf, trying to find his hiding spot before his brother even did. It was simple enough; Ezio needed rocks or uncovered earth to blend into, so those were the target zones. However, in such a terrain as Ice Mountain Peak, there were several such spots. But Ezio would be picky... They weren't exactly amateurs after all.

The white brute thought on his brother for a moment, his eyes tracing up the incline and keeping the bounce of brown fur in his periferal. Ezio hated when it was Altair's turn to pick their playground, because normally it was snowy and white. However, if his brother just thought on it a little more, he'd realize the white brute was doing him a huge favor. Yes, Ice Mountain Peak was easy hiding for the brute, but if Ezio could learn blend in while in plain sight and to anticipate the white wolf's moves, it would make him near unstoppable. However, Altair was willing to bet that his brother was too busy feeding his ego and internally whining about what was and wasn't fair. If he'd just roll in some snow every now and then, it would make it much more difficult for the white brute to see him. Silly little details, and Ezio never seemed to catch on to them. Even Altair rolled in mud and moss on Ezio's grounds...

Ahead of his brown target was a ledge. Something clicked in the white teen's mind, like a switch turning on. Yellow eyes flicking to his brother's back trailing above the rise of the hill, Altair concurred that Ezio was indeed on his way to that place. It was fitting, good coverage, and would have been a decent hiding spot had the white brute not been trailing him for some time.

But something else caught his eye then. Above the ledge stood a grey fem, appearing out of thin air in such a sudden blur of fur that it was clear she had teleported. The brute's black lined, yellow eyes narrowed, the black scar-like marking over his left crinkling with the motion as he zeroed in on her. She obviously knew the terrain quite well, given the ownership she cast down in her gaze upon the lands. Not only that, but beneath her average appearance were the curves of hardened muscles and claws that dug deep into the glaze of ice on the ledge she was perched. There was no underestimating her as formidable, if Altair was correct in assuming she trained for martial purposes.

The brute jogged lightly up the hill he had been hanging under, yellow eyes flicking to his brother and tracing his line of travel. He noticed that the fem had caught Ezio's attention as well. That was probably not a good thing. As much as Ezio was fun loving and charismatic, he had a tendency to be womanizing. And, judging from the hard orange eyes of the fem, she probably wouldn't appreciate that. Altair had a feeling that Ezio might just get them into some trouble today.

Normally, blessings were taboo in their advanced game of hide-and-seek, but Altair felt that their little bout needed to be put on pause for a bit. The white brute vanished, re-appeared closer to where the ledge began its steep incline, vanished again and appeared this time on slightly lower ledge, narrow and covered in snow. It hung just to the side of the place where the fem was standing, just another teleport distance away. Altair crouched low into the snow, almost positive Ezio would have seen him suddenly appear there.

The teen's yellow eyes found his brother again, giving him a hard look that Ezio would surely understand. It was that "I'm not here," look, commanding the brute to ignore his presence. Maybe Ezio didn't agree with his white brother's natural mistrust for most others, but this was a practiced circumstance. Ezio stumbled upon people, Altair hid nearby. When the stranger was properly evaluated, the white teen would either come out quietly to join the conversation or jump out to aid his brother in defense.

The brute may have been a much more serious mindset, yet so had been Cloud, their father, and his master before him, Altair. The white wolf had heard much about the great founder of the Brotherhood and was keen on being a good namesake. Maybe one day he would re-claim the organization as his own, bring it to its former glory.

But for now, the game...

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