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 29, 2012 at 00:51:45 AM by siren
Parental issues had plagued the fey lass from day one of her pitiful existence. She had no father, unless one chose to categorize the male who she had never known – her mother's mate – orthe other male she had never known – her mother's attacker – as being worthy of the exalted title. Young Siren's dam was a pretty creature, an alabaster angel with a feminine face and considerable charms. However, after running afoul of a particularly lustful and bold hessian, the gal's life had started to spiral downhill, fast. Her mate, perhaps leery of the responsibilities involved with raising a bunch of pups who would surely grow up to be angsty, emotional teenagers, departed like the craven scoundrel he was, leaving the poor woman to have her bastard children alone. With bitterness in her heart, the snow-hued ess brought her children forth into the world. Originally, Siren had three other siblings – two brothers and a sister. The trio possessed the white coat of their mother. Angelic appearance did not keep one alive, however. They perished shortly after being brought into the world, leaving only one pup – Siren. The small being was a tiny replica of her sire, the exact mirror image of the male who had the audacity to impregnate her mother.
Naturally, she was detested. The excuse for a woman hadn't the mental might to overcome the initial mothering instinct and kill her, but she still did not have the heart to find any love for her ill-begotten daughter, who hence grew up in a hostile environment of hatred. She was surrounded by verbal abuse that, when her mother was feeling especially moody, turned to physical violence and oppression. In such dire circumstances, the little she became a bizarre wolf. She was an introvert with extremely low self esteem, given to lashing out with her linguistics at others of her species while putting on a grim mask and pretending to know what she was doing at any given moment. She deeply regretted what she said to others later, but her strange sense of convoluted pride prevented her from stooping so low as to beg for forgiveness (which was her definition of a simple apology).
The multi-toned pre-adolesent had recently had the boldness to excuse herself from her mother's care. She had enough respect for the wolf who had raised her to give an attempt at a cordial thanks before turning heel and escaping the scene, hoping to survive and somehow knowing that, even if she came crawling back half-dead, her mom would not give her another morsel. Siren had made her choice, and in doing so, she had closed of all other avenues but the one that lead straight ahead, toward whatever sick plans destiny and the fates had in store. At this exact tattoo in time, the lass was simply exultant, swimming in the blissful tides of her own freedom without a single wish to look back at her previous life. The cynical part of her brain was shrieking that she was going to die all alone in the cold because the world was a lot worse than it seemed to look, but she was doing her best to ignore it as she pranced through the snow. She scrambled over ice-covered crevices, slipped on too-high rocks and otherwise enjoyed her trip up to the zenith of Misty Mountain.
It took her quite some time to reach the top, and by the time she had, Siren was cold and quite fatigued. However, she was too pleased with herself to let it show, although one looking at her always serious facial expression and sombre strides would not be able to instantly discern her giddy emotions. The maiden was not paying acute attention to her surroundings, but even an idiot would notice the random wolf standing not too far from her. She eyed him warily, amber occulars strangely akin to his own drifting warily over his youthful frame and long legs. Unaware of what to do and feeling pretty awkward about it, she decided to play it cool and pretend she had some pressing reason for being atop the icy cliffs, or perhaps merely a destination. She blinked away a flake of snow that had blown it's way into her eye and carried on, knowing how dumb she probably looked and really wishing she hadn't come up to the summit.
She couldn't turn back now. She marched forward, going around the lad rather than brushing indolently past him. In her haste to look as if she knew what she was up to, however, Siren had erred. No path led down in the direction she was apparently taking. She was unable to prepare for that and stood like a complete dodo bird, staring over the ledge and feeling really, really embarrassed. What would she do... leave? If so, how could she do that without making it an inglorious retreat?
ooc: so, several things to say.... 1) gomen -bows- it's late. 2) I randomly assumed he had reached the top of the summit and await his doing something to send her tumbling 3) WHY ISN'T LOVELESS 103 OUT YET?! -stabs Seimei & Soubi (just a little stab for Soubi) then stabs Ritsuka for being so weak and not punching Semei.- Okayyyy~ I'm done here... Minnie, over and out<33
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- the protector - By LEO May 30, 2012 at 09:29:29 PM
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