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 May 22, 2012 at 04:02:16 AM by JASE
I'D GIVE ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU SCREAM; There was nothing. There was no pain, just an eternal silence that seemed to stretch on infinitely, a vast pit of endless possibilities. Of the promise of gore, of heartbreak, of tears and misery. Jase would not put it past the male -- whose name he'd still not bothered to learn -- to give him all those things and more. For a moment, the two wolves stared at each other, Jase's brilliant stare locking onto the duller one of the dark lupine without faltering. A slow, cocky smile spread upon his opponent's face and instinctively, suspiciously, Jase's hackles rose, trembling. What was going on in the turbulent thoughts of this clearly dangerous male? What was Jase to expect? Normally, he'd ready himself for a fight. Normally, he'd stiffen his limbs and let him feel the adrenalin coursing through his veins, steadying his body to attack. But no, this wolf had done nothing to provoke such a response from the younger russet boy, so Jase simply watched with a slightly curled lip. "I'll make you a deal," spoke he, in an utterly informal voice. Jase's chin jerked up defiantly. Who was he, a mere Omega, to attempt a deal with him, the Beta? The strongest wolf in their pack? Nobody crossed Jase, despite the fact that he was in his youth and quite inexperienced. Perhaps he was impulsive, but sometimes that could be the most dangerous thing of all. Jase's eyes widened in surprise before a short, barking laugh escaped his throat, scratching at the parched surface. "Will you, now?" Jase asked, tone vaguely amused and one side of his mouth hitching up cockily. That was a bad habit of his -- he should have knocked himself down a peg. It might've saved him some trouble. Seemingly riled a little by the boy's answer, the other male growled, but continued just the same, not taking into account Jase's response. "Make me beta," he declared. "Make me beta, and I will let your lover go." Jase's ear flicked uncertainly. Who was he speaking of? "My lover," Jase stated, more of a statement than a question. "Please enlighten me - who is this lover you speak of? My heart belongs to no-" "Spare me the theatrics," the wolf snarled. "The white girl with the pretty golden eyes. She'd be a good mother, I do think. Our children would be lovely." Jase inhaled sharply. Reyna. For her... he couldn't live with himself if something happened to her. She was far from his lover, although maybe she was the closest girl to being so. But she was his closest confident, his best friend. She owned a piece of him, not that he would admit it. Jase's cyan gaze averted itself from his opposite and Óbito knew he'd won. A triumphant smile crossed the ebony male's features. "Fine," Jase relented, his shoulders seeming to droop. "You do not touch her, and I will give you my rank." "But they will talk," he said condescendingly, his tail already flagging over Jase's. "Die." Jase coughed and drew himself back up, eyes blazing. "What?" He demanded. "Die. Pretend to die. Break them, so they will not suspect me." Everyone knew how much Jase's death would affect the entire pack. He was loved, and cherished, and respected. This wolf clearly knew he had Jase pulled by the strings. With a melancholy sigh, Jase nodded, lips falling. "I will leave. But you do not touch her," he repeated. "I make it clear now that if any harm comes to Reyna, you will have worse to worry about than petty matters of rank. Be warned." Jase turned, and with a final look back, walked away. The large russet male jolted awake with a crumbling heart and a tearing feeling inside his chest, as though a hole were growing inside him, the place where the love for everyone he once knew flourished. Living like this - a wanderer, a loner with no place and no hope to return to, no warmth promised - was slowly killing him from the inside out. He was losing his will because he had nothing to live for. This was not the Jase he was supposed to be, but alas, what was he to do? Go back? Storm into his pack and demand the wolf - Óbito, his name had been - to admit to and atone for his sins? No, that would be the death of his Reyna. That would not be good. Hell, Jase wasn't even sure if she was still there, or if she was even still alive. The thought of her blood being spilled or her spirit being fractured had him shuddering slightly. He lifted himself painfully to his paws, shaking out his ice-laden fur and breathing in a cold bout of bitter mountain air that twisted and turned in his lungs and made him feel as though his insides were burning. There was no one here, so he felt utterly hollow. The fact that he'd been reduced from a beta -- the youngest that particular pack had ever had -- to a mere rogue with only the trees and the birds and even his prey for company... he felt self-pity. That was something that he'd promised he'd never let himself feel, no matter the circumstance. Just another broken promise, it seemed. There was a smell that wound its way through the trees that had him turning with his bright eyes prickling curiously, a familiarity rising within him. He knew that smell - it was distinct despite the fact that its aroma was like snow and ice and sweet frost and the musk of a girl. He knew it, but he couldn't place it. It had been so long... And then there was a white body with scars and blood and bright golden eyes peeking at him, brimming with the salt of tears, and a girl barreled into him with enthusiasm and soft cries and pleas that had his legs shaking in a way they hadn't in a long while. He wanted to buckle to the ground but for her sake, he didn't. He knew this was her - he knew this was his Reyna. That she'd fallen in love with him; Óbito had made that very clear to him later on. But there must've been a reason for her to be here, covered in crimson and scars. Perhaps he'd done something to her... maybe he'd forced her into something... anger built within him and his blood boiled, but he didn't show it through the neutral, cool look on his face. It was the expression he always had with strangers. If Óbito was here -- if there was any chance that the black male was around -- then Jase could not show affection back. He couldn't say that he recognized her, he was glad she was here and that maybe, just maybe he returned feelings for her. Because that would mean death for both of them. Jase let her rasp her tongue over his face just so he could feel the comfort of his best friend surrounding him once more, but then he forced his paws to move and stepped away, one side of his mouth hitching into a sarcastic half-smile, like he didn't know her at all. "Aw, don't cry, baby," he cooed in a biting tone. It'd been a long time, too, since he had used the formal tones that he'd grown up with. Now he'd adapted to a more modern way of speech. "Thank you for telling me your name, because I was just dying to know who you were." More false sarcasm. Hurt. Hurt everywhere. His heart was breaking. I DON'T FEEL A THING, THAT DOESN'T WORK FOR ME |
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