<small>rip out my <s>tongue</s></small>

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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Posted on February 1, 2012 at 03:49:40 AM by r i l k e

The she-wolf enters the subterrane, practically alighting beside the wall. Roni, as she introduces herself, is delicately built and smaller than he had expected. Her entire coat is the same creamy ivory, covered thickly with snowflakes. She�s wearing the tiniest of smiles, not tense, yet tentative, and rests her chin. He lowers his dark head to mirror her�s.

�It�s only been a day or two since I came to this forest� as for this particular cave, about two minutes.� Rilke smiles warmly, if nervously. It is a small gesture, but a sincere one. �What about you? How did you end up caught in the storm?�

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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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