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...
IP: 75.88.125.159
Posted on March 20, 2012 at 01:17:35 AM by Enigma
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I wait patiently for the stranger to move, to do anything and then suddenly she gets up and moves, in the opposite direction. My interest peaked, I hold my ground, waiting and watching since she's not moving very fast. If she'd decided to run, I'd be hot on her tail by now, nipping her back in the right direction, but a walk away? Seems a little juvenile to me. My smirk only deepens, mismatched gaze watching as the girl takes a few steps and then stops, as if thoughtful. Tilting my head to the side, I arch a brow and wait to see what happens next. Suddenly the wolf turns back to face me, telling me "sure" and my smirk widens to a grin now, showing deadly weapons as my eyes gleam. Now that's what I'm talking about. Nodding my head toward Abendrot, I turn on my heels. This way, then. My tail flicks behind me, ears flicking back to make sure she does as told. Right as I'm about to move off, a familiar scent hits me and my eyes only gleams more. Mamba. I've missed seeing the ivory assassin around lately and she's always a welcome guest to any party of mine. Eyes flashing, I turn my head to meet her gaze as she maneuvers silently out of the brush, not even too far from where I was watching the wolf just a few moments before. I arch a brow again, clearly impressed. She's quite the silent one. Guess that's why she's such a great assassin. At her nod, I return it eagerly, knowing that she's got my back. I usually don't like to be helped with anything, it just eats away at my ego, but hell, I'd never say no to Mamba. Eyes roaming over her delicious form full of scars and toned muscle, I give a friendly smirk before heading off toward Abendrot, ready to deliver our prize. OOC: Feel free to either make something happen for a little action here or just jump over to Abendrot for a drama-free delivery thread, either or, I'm up for it ^_^ |
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- The land of myths - By Ellesmera March 21, 2012 at 01:21:59 AM
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