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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Niall felt it was all his fault. He would end this pain. With a hurtful ending. He deserved a hurtful ending. He thought that's what he deserved at least. Two girls were fighting over him in his condition. He was already starving himself, why didn't he just end this life of his?

Thing is, he didn't know he was useful, no, needed in this world. In fact, he was loved by several people. The boys, but it wasn't love love, they were just the bestest of frends. Their mates; the group was like a big family now. The pups of their's; he had heard caine's whmpering but thought it was for something else, even though it was curiosity and sadness of him leaving. Last but not least, his mate Rhea. SHe loved him so much that she, if Niall was found fast enought, would stop him from jumping off the top of the mountain. He would lose his life before he even landed.

He treked towards the snow-topped mountain, the tears still flowing in drops out of his eyes, like a light rainstorm. He hadn't reached the snow just yet, but he would soon. he shivered once just from the cold air blowing his way. Being winter soon, it would be the coldest yet. He'd freeze when he would get to the peak. And then he would run out of oxygen and make sure to fall off.

"It's my fault. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill myself." He muttered and then it became a habit, an unwanted habit. He kept saying it. "It's my fault. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill myself. It's my fault. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill myself. It's my fault. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill myself." He increased in volume, from a small whisper to almost a scream. And he was only talking to himself. His legs shook and he looked up as snowflakes blew into his eyes.

Scaling up the mountian, he looked down every once and a while, sighing. The same thought ran through his mind over and over, She doesn't love me, Rhea doesn't love me. He shook his head and sighed again. He didn't want his death to be painless, so he sat down about halfway up, his teeth already chattering with the coldness already sinking into his flesh. He raised his right paw, and scratched his left foreleg, leaving a deep scar, and he yowled in pain. The crimson liquid ran out of his emo mark, and he whimpered and limped in apin as he scaled farther.

Upon reaching the top, he was still alive, but cold. He looked down and saw the trail of blood he'd been making and saw he lost a lot of blood. A rush of the winter air hit his scar and he shivered in pain, a little yowl along with. His eyes showed proof that he was cold, because now they were like a silverish light blue.

But he collapsed, his eyes closing. He was not dead, but his temperature was dropping. If somebody didn't get him out of there quick, he would die of hypothermia.

OOC- he's not gonna die, not right now at least. Just to let chu know.

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