</small>Yes%01 my dear. I can hear 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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Yes, my dear. I can hear you...
IP: 92.11.65.177
Posted on February 17, 2012 at 07:25:26 PM by Everett

Her laugh, not a spark of sound - but I could imagine. All that escaped her voice was a lyric of forced breathe, how pitiful the fatale is. No lyrics to be heared, no voice to the shout out into the open sky, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And Beauty was beautiful, without a doubt. Voice or no voice; she was pure. She wasn't like those other faes, in my eyes, she was true to herself. But I knew she doubted herself, and she dis-liked her mute-self. I didn't, she was sweet as sugar. As sweet as can be.
A muffled chuckle released from my voice, the vibrations sounding softly in the mistified air. I breathed softly into the fatale's pelt, the gentle and warm breeze releasing from my naze. My cranium moved into the distance, olive orbs scanned the area. Once again I turned back towards Beauty, her hazle pools were delightful, such a beautiful fatale - but I didn't love her, I was just warmed by companionship so much I fell for the first fatale I meet. Yes - nothing "serious," nothing true.

The crisp air filled my naze in a sharp entrance, the intake was fresh and makes my bodice quiver slightly. Ah the air up here was great - it was a thinkable place here. Such a peaceful and well - just great! Alas, it was also a hard breath of air to take, it felt heavy but still; I loved it up here. Especially with company. Anyone would agree with me on this subject, however: it was reticent and there was something eerie, something secretive. Perhaps it was the silence, perhaps it was the mist. Perhaps it was both.
I turned my muzzle and gazed at Beauty, I opened my jaw intending to say something but instead decide to remain silent. No words had to be spoken at this moment in history... Not a sound needed to be stirred, just the silence, just peace.

Breaking the silence, I coughed ---- it was hoarse choke released with a grunt.

Gently I nipped at her lobes, with a mischeivious smile. My jaws were fixed with a soppy grin, I was in the mood for play.

OOC: Sorry for this lack of good writing and length, my post will enhance once we roleplay more. c|: (Mustache guy.)

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