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Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.

Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...

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slam my ~~ears~~, too
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Posted on January 31, 2012 at 11:39:11 PM by r i l k e

The eyes that meet his own are dark brown and warm, concerned; her face feminine and beautiful, the fur pale ivory unlike any he has seen before. Rilke barely glimpses the female and she disappears again. He rolls onto his elbows and blinks hard, wondering if it�s a trick of his eyes. As exhausted as he is, though, she had looked real. Surely she isn�t going back into the storm? It is true that the cave would be a tight fit for two, but he wouldn�t deny shelter to his worst enemy in this wind.

The face reappears, and with it a single, demure word: �Hello?� She is as much a victim of the weather as he; snow lacing her pale coat and hot breath hanging visibly in the freezing air. He is troubled and confused by this stranger on the mountain, and more than a little worried for them both. �Come in,� Rilke says, a bit breathlessly. Without waiting for a reply, he adds, �I�m Rilke. I hope you�re alright�?�

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Gentle ^{^Angel} - By Roni February 1, 2012 at 00:07:18 AM
rip out my ~~tongue~~ - By r i l k e February 1, 2012 at 03:49:40 AM
Gentle ^{^Angel} - By Roni February 1, 2012 at 04:00:58 AM
- By ff February 1, 2012 at 01:37:29 AM

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