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 August 29, 2012 at 00:31:30 AM by Ba'alzebub
 That little shit that had been a walking toadstool on three legs had finally seen the stars he had wanted to view after such a long time. The cosmos were quite beautiful in the midst of the starry night sky. But Ba’alzebub had wanted to push the loser right off of the side of the cliff. The child at first, did not believe that he could make it up to the top of the mountain. Now Ba’alzebub had come around and been like “well shit homeskillet, you can do anything you put your mind to,” just because he wasn’t the kind of person to say that… and pretending to be someone else was a bit of a thriller for the loner. Anyway, B hadn’t come to look at the heavens. Heaven was never enough for him. He was a creature from hell. Satanican. One who killed for the pure fun of it. One who didn’t care for others. One who reveled in the feeling of blood splattering up onto his soiled chest, the blood creating white noise to accompany the beating of a heart that was not there. Ba’alzebub had jumped the gun and left the three-legged toad up there by himself. Sneaking away was difficult… especially since the handicap stood so near to the side of the cliff where B could have easily pushed him over the edge and followed him down it… even now the demon licked his lips with the idea that if he had, his eyes would be full of the blood lust… his brain would be that of a Putnar… and power would be surging through his entire torso, filling him with… vigor. Life. Everything that he never had. Ba’alzebub had chosen to curl up in a dark corner close to an overhang of rock that hung like a tipsy fool close to the teetering edge of a busy highway… only the highway was a large amount of meters below… looking up with determined eyes and daring the onlooker to just do whatever they wanted… if anyone jumped… the ground would win. And now, his day was ruined because a miss decided to make that particular perch her pedestal of despair. B lowered his audettes and closed his eyes halfway so as to blend into the rock as much as possible. It was wonderful that his pelt was of use to a creature with the likes of him. The sunlight did not reach him here, and that was a plus, his black fur would easily slide into the crevices of the rock like… well… you know. ;) Her pelt was gorgeous. A rich russet with various darker markings… like a tiger, almost. The rich color contrasting with her black-lined kissers and her eye-lined emerald gems… it was a lethal look- dangerous, deadly, and above all… absolutely attractive. Ba’alzebub wasn’t interested in her level of beauty. To him, all females were worthless unless they could prove that they could put up with their own shit. He himself sounded like a faker, of course… but alas, one cannot sound anything BUT stupid when they first start out in an unknown land where everyone but YOU knows the pecking orders. Time to break cover. Might as well make a ‘friend’ when he had the chance, no? “Nice way to waste some precious juice, honey. If that’s what you look like after sucking marrow… well darling, I would love to see your dining skills. I’m sure they’re quite… exquisite.” You can imagine that this had a different meaning behind it entirely… and Ba’alzebub was feeling quite devious today. It was probably because he had not been in touch with his kin as of late… and to be completely honest, this crimson demoness reminded him of Lucifer. The ebon soldier looked down at the she-beast and let a lithe grin sneak upon his palette, curling the edges of his lips so that a big smile revealed his pearly whites to the muscled woman. The playboy had never really conversed with a femme before, and his duo-tone optics twinkled with the idea of ensnaring one within his grasp. Hell- he didn’t want a relationship- far from it. He just wanted a toy. And she looked like an interesting one. One that would actually bite back. Of course, Ba’alzebub had no need to move. He was on the same level ground as this creature. She could easily stand up, turn around, and see his form now that she knew where his scent and voice were emanating from. It was miss Cinderella’s turn now.. what would she do when she figured out she’d lost her shoe? For some reason, B believed that the best answer for that question was: pull a fucking XD-9 standard handgun and point it to his head before he could even lay fingers on the crystal heel. Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous girl. [[ Hey, did you know? There's no such thing as a boring game. This was your desire. ]] BA'ALZEBUB
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- [banked by reason and desire] - By Samus Aran September 3, 2012 at 02:16:58 PM
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