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 November 29, 2012 at 06:22:31 PM by Venga
V e n g a Gamma of Bright Moon My sandy pistons carried me away from my home. I didn't enjoy leaving it again, even temporarily for another part of Blossom, but I needed this. I was going crazy, seeing things and thinking back at myself. It was terrible. I needed to clear my mind before I lost it. Winter was closing in to Blossom and I needed to be ready. I traveled with my head lower than I usually held it. My orbs roved over every shadow. Why was I even skittish like this? My insanity had me looking for someone, not fearing them. Still, I held my cranium low and meek. My pillars pumped at a faster pace now. I was moving at an elongated lope, seeming both fast and slow at the same time. My destination stretched out before me. Or above me, rather. the Mountain looked amazing in the quickly fading light, almost like it was shimmering. I could make out various little dots on the lower reaches of the mountain. For some reason the sight amused me and I began to chuckle to myself. The mountain as a whole, wolves on it and all, looked both majestic and daunting as I gazed up towards its peak. Better start climbing... I thought with a sigh. I pushed myself forward as fast as possible while still pulling my gait out as much as I could. The vigorous pull of my muscles felt amazing as I picked my way carefully over the slick ice and snow. As the altitude grew higher and the air grew thinner, I had to begin to stop periodically to catch my breath. The freezing air helped to slowly clear my mind, of which I was thankful. Finally I had climbed up high and my lungs felt like they were about to explode. I came to a sliding halt, panting hard. My haunches fell heavily to the ground. I wasn't used to such thin air and it wasn't going over well with my body. After I had somewhat caught my breath again, I noticed a vaguely familiar scent tickling my nostrils. Try as I might, I could not place a name to the smell. Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly rose to my paws and began to track the odor. I thought that I was coming close when a ragged howl ripped the air close by. I stopped dead in my tracks, my orbs widening. A small growl began deep in my chest but I quickly shushed it. My legs slowly began to work again, carrying me toward the source of the sound. A wolf I would never forget. I rounded the corner and stopped. Kershov. The name flowed from my lips in a quiet tone. I wouldn't want to startle the ice dragon, lest my throat be torn out before he even know what he'd done. Yes, I feared the King. But at the same time, I was bold. My face was a careful mask, letting no emotion but a stony indifference show through. A bit pissy are we? The lyrics were merely playful, not the least bit challenging. His anger had been evident in his call and was evident in his body as well. Then again, when did the Alpha ever look happy? I kept my distance and didn't dare to step forward. I knew that the leader of Abendrot had no problem whatsoever with killing and quite frankly, I valued my life. I stood there stone still, my gaze locked onto his alabaster form, as I awaited a reply.  |
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