The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.
The Queen of Hearts IP: 126.96.36.199 Posted on June 14, 2012 at 06:50:25 PM by Vivaldi
If the femme knew that her way of speaking irritated Ciel then she would most probably be delighted, and would most certainly use this fact to her advantage to annoy him more. Really she wasn’t a very cruel creature- no matter how cold she seemed on the outside- but she had to admit that she found the irritation of other creatures was at times very amusing. But irritating people didn’t gain you allies, which was a problem as allies were much more beneficial than enemies were, so she tended to ignore her need for amusement when in the company of relative strangers.
His inquiry about her uncle seemed to almost confuse her, “My uncle?” she repeated, as though she had to think about the answer, “My uncle is Achilles, the alpha of Fire pack…” she said this with a heavy sigh. Some might find it odd, but despite the fact it meant she was technically born into royalty Vivaldi was not proud of being any sort of relation to that mutt. Had she not been bound to the pack by her uncle she would have left for good, but anyone who crossed Fire was putting themselves at risk, she knew that… however something about Achilles completely infuriated her. If Vivaldi had to guess what it was about her uncle that annoyed her so much, she would have to say that it was his general attitude. The fact that he was so self-absorbed didn’t help either… but then again Vivaldi wasn’t really one who should comment on that; she was more than a little narcissistic herself… she just didn’t realise it. “I spend as much time outside of the pack as I can,” she explained, “this probably displeases him, but I don’t think I really care.”
Vivaldi gave a nod as Ciel began answering her question, his comment about how he lived on the other side of the mountain made something click in Vivaldi’s mind. It was the same for her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be away from the pack for too long. Fire wasn’t the most favourable pack on the mountain, after all.
“We see…” she murmured in response, before continuing; “our home is also on the other side of the mountain, while we don’t particularly want to go back just yet it is favourable to staying somewhere else for the night…” a small frown creased her visage, she would never make it home in one day… this was rather disappointing. Replies: