Dying Inside But Nobody Cares%01 I'm All Alone In This World Of Unanswered Prayers

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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Dying Inside But Nobody Cares, I'm All Alone In This World Of Unanswered Prayers
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Posted on May 31, 2012 at 08:23:54 AM by Ziiyannah

The blue-eyed femora stumbled past the boulder, then froze, pausing to feel the earth move beneath her. She sniffed, and her head swung round to point right at the girl she couldn't see. She stepped cautiously toward her, sniffed again, and relaxed slightly. "If you are cold, female, then you may come to my den with me. We may talk there if you like, but I can't stay here. I have a son that still needs me." She turned to walk away, the strange girl with her white-blue eyes that looked like diamonds, yet were so useless to her now. She crouched, and pushed off with powerful hind legs, her huge body soaring up, and then over the cliff edge.
A scrabble of paws on ice told all who listened that she had landed, though the off beat of the pawsteps afterward said she was injured. There was a soft voice of greeting-- from her pup-- and then a gentle reply. Soon the girl came back out to sit outside the entrance to her den, to guard from any intruders. She had one pup, and no mate-- her other pups had been murdered a long while ago, and she didn't plan on losing this one. Blind or not, she would fight to the death rather than lose her EarthSky. She could hear better than any wolf she knew, could smell better, and she could detect the faintest of vibrations from the ground and air.
Her muscles were strong, and she was as big as many brutes she'd met in her time. Her finely bred features were beautiful, to say the least. In this dark, windy weather, it looked the color of blood. But, when the sun came out, she would look almost completely different. Her pelt would be silvery white, angelic rather than demonic. But the very reason for it was carved from violence. Flashes of red fur would enter the silver-white at times, places where she had not been scarred up badly enough to change the fur color.
She hoped the poor female above her would come down-- she didn't wish anyone to be stuck in this weather. The three-year-old beauty in disguise lifted her maw and let out a melodious howl that seemed unearthly even for a wolf. The sound was too beautiful, and so fragile yet so strong, like herself. The song did not end for several minutes, and when it did she lied down, head on her paws, and closed her eyes-- not that it made any difference anyways. Sighing, she waited for someone, something, to pass her way so maybe she wouldn't be so lonely anymore.

Kitsaiyannah||Three Years||Mateless||One Pup||Packless||Two Adopted Older Siblings

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