<small>I want to reach out to you.</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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I want to reach out to you.
IP: 92.11.69.184
Posted on February 10, 2012 at 01:17:37 PM by Everett

Crash, crackle, bang.
Narrowly escaping a bump on the head, I heave myself onto the next platform; the top! The scent of another fatale fills my naze as soon as I rise. She smells sweet, like the crisp morning of spring, where the olive grass collects due. She smells like my Celilia, apart from Celilia had a tangy - fruity scent to her aswell. Shaking my cranium I look up into the princess' figure. Her apperance is nothing like Celilia, Celilia was ebony. Pure ebony. This fatale had a creamy pelt, with other images of colour mixing in. "Hello. I am Everett, I am terribly sorry for staring..." Everett apoligized, when the king recieved no answer he huffed out. "Am I not recieving an answer, being mute is no joke. My mother's friend was..." A thought sprung to mind. No...
"I -, are you mute? I won't judge you, I grew up with a mute wolf as I noted before." Everett asked, the brujo's lyrics were powerful, he tried to adjust his voice. Tried to make it soft, it just wasn't his thing. Everett wished she could talk, that explained her purpose of the rock. She was making herself known, heared in her own way. Everett let out a sigh, and stepped forward. "I would like to befriend you, as long as you would like to befriend me, would you?" The brute added; he attempted to make each question a yes or no, for it would be easier to answer; a smile, a frown, a nod. Everett turned his muzzle upwards, feeling the draft ruffle his pelt. He wasn't afraid of being himself.
"Mum, why won't she talk to us? Doesn't she like us?" I asked, a youthful frown held on my cranium. My mother laughed and batted me softly with a paw, why was she laughing at me? "Of course she does, the fatale is mute. But you must not judge her Everett. It is not something she can help. And she can still hear you, now little boy go back to bed you have your first hunting lesson tomorrow."

OOC: Sorry for terrible post. >.<

Replies:

I just want to be ~heard ~ - By Beautiful mourning February 11, 2012 at 01:25:21 PM
I shall title you... Beauty. - By Everett February 11, 2012 at 03:44:14 PM
*silent* ^lyrics - By Beautiful mourning February 12, 2012 at 06:07:26 PM
...I can hear you... - By Everett February 12, 2012 at 08:45:23 PM
~ you can hear me ~ - By Beautiful mourning February 15, 2012 at 07:07:48 PM
Yes, my dear. I can hear you... - By Everett February 17, 2012 at 07:25:26 PM

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