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 September 3, 2012 at 02:16:58 PM by Samus Aran
Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: It was a shame on her training that the mistress hadn’t noticed the brute earlier. Any hunter, and a bounty hunter at that, should’ve be able to detect another body lying on the same cliff. But, in her defense, the brute was hidden quite well, hugged by the shadows to make his body melt perfectly into the cliff face. As for his scent… Well, the smell of rabbit blood and her own ignorance had drowned that out. But Samus wasn’t too concerned with her lapse of concentration. Every wolf had a slipup every now and again, and there was nothing they could do about it. And so, realizing she had company, Samus Aran scented the air before making any other move. A male, that was obvious, and possibly why she had confused his filthy stink with that of the carcass. A slight sneer slid onto her features. She was no brute hater by any means, indeed she enjoyed the company of one every now and again, and she did mean company. But she was a she-wolf, and every valkyrie had pride in her own kind. Finding what she wanted in his musk, Sammy was surprised to hear his lyrics almost immediately after. Still not turning in his direction, only her sentries flicked back to catch his spoken song before it fell off the cliff in front of them. Dining skills, huh? A grin spread across her pate, sexy and playful, although he could probably only see the edge of it. This was quite the lad alright, already making comments about that ‘taboo’ subject. And on the first date too. Shouldn’t he be worrying if he even got a second? Finishing the rabbit’s latter thigh, the dark mistress simply set it down and nuzzled it off the cliff, finding pleasure as it slowly teetered, then gave into temptation and plummeted to the earth below. “You know, sweetie,” she managed to purr before the splintering crack of the bone rose sharply through the air. “It takes quite a lot to sneak up on one such as me, so I do give you kudos. However…” On a whim, the huntress did not rise and bend, but rolled onto her back and twisted her visage towards where the male was hiding in the shadows. Sure, the brujo could attack her quite easily, but what was life if no risks were taken? “…my dining skills are a whole ‘nother matter.” Her emerald pools flashed dangerously, just daring him to come closer as her charcoal-tipped banner slid into the shadows, sliding over his knuckles. No, she didn’t want that, and if he came onto her she was merely bring up her hind end and vault him over the cliff. Complex problem, simple solution. But a little fun was a whole different matter. A dance of lust atop a plateau of death. The meeting of two souls who not nothing more than to play, and play was a term she defined very loosely. Clicking her ivories together, Samus let a rolling growl escape her throat. “Although it’s only respectful for a prince to reveal his name first, is it not?” An eyebrow rose, challenging him and drawing him in, hopefully. This was much more exciting than anything that could have happened at the pack by now, and the bounty hunter was sure glad she decided to take this little detour. Another friend could never hurt. |
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