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 December 7, 2012 at 05:39:25 PM by Kopsic











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Things did not go well. They didn't pan out as he expected them to, turning into a jumbled, angry mess. How he hungered for the position as king, only to find himself in the same outcome as he did before the battle. What a shame. Now Iriden was left with several options, most he did not particularly care for. Unless... No. That fate was almost to ridiculous to even think about. The mascu would lay low for awhile, regaining his strength, mending his wounds, and then he would approach Lyra for the third and final time.
Winter's clutches grasped the Forest tightly, showering the trees and terra in a thin blanket of snow. Patches of it hung from pine limbs, threatening to drop on an unsuspecting passerby. The snow was thin here anyways, near Quarrels Clearing, as the area was tucked into the safety of a valley and sheltered by harsh winds. A comforting place, and a wise choice for Iriden if he was planning on recuperating the lacerations quickly. However, this was not what he had in mind. Dried blood and ripped skin mussed his nasal bridge, painful as he swung his skull up. Sea-green lamps objected the view of the ridges and forests above, beckoning to him with their black shadows. Not a promise of safety, but a sanctuary from recent memories. Maybe he would walk up there, heading for the cliffs and peaks surrounding Blossom. Yes, Iriden would do so. Plot his revenge, and in the spring, attack Moondown.
Pale gray legs trudged up the slopes, fur bristly and gray in the winter breeze. He had suffered hits to his underside, maw, and other scrapes. They were manageable enough, but the sensitive muscling of these areas sent little flickerings to his mind, only adding to the mounting headache he had gained from the fight. Iriden had placed second in the challenge, letting Lyra retain her position as Alphess of Moondown Shadows. That he respected her for, as the mascu had decent manners enough to those in charge of the ten packs of Blossom. He wound his way up the slope between tall firs and pines, breath streaming out in the frosty air. His mind still lingered on the pack he wanted so badly. Twice Iriden summoned Lyra to the Clearing. The first fight was horrible, and the second battle, a much closer tie, brought no comfort to his angered mind. It was not that he respected Lyra's position, it was that he did not think highly of Lyra herself. How dare she let a pack as fine as Moondown become decrepit from misuse? A growl laced the large brute's lips, causing tendrils of pain to shoot up from the wounds on the top of his jaw.

Several hours of slow perambulating through the woods brough Iriden to the edge of the decedious wood and a steep inc line in the terrain. As he looked up, the sterling canid caught sight of the beige crags of Misty Mountain, their pinnacles shrouded in a fine white cloud. The snow banks were much higher here, and every time Iriden brushed the icey frost with his stomach, it caused sharp rivulets to rack his mind. The ascent to the top of the mountain would be rough, but with enough will and boxing his slight but aching wounds should be enough. His tendons were strained from the battle, only impeding his challenge more, but Iriden was determined to reach the cool slopes and find a crack, large enough for him to subside in. He let out a soft sigh, making his way through the pines. Their needles were still green in the cold season, unlike the trees farther south, which were bare. It was only to make the earth colder, as the sun couldn't reach through the leaves. He stepped lightly through the thick piles of snow, careful not to let his pale belly touch it's cold. It would only allow for more discomfort in this already ardous trip.
Making his way through the wood, the titan finally approached the base of the mountain. The cliffs weren't totally vertical; in fact there was a steady trail broken only by several rocks and jumps. Easy enough, instead of trying to force his way up a wall. Iriden took the path, paws clinging to the icy surface in order not to slip. Carefully the wolf began to trek upwards, springing across steep drops, gaining hieght from the ground with each ledge. And by the time the sun had sunk to the level of the tree trunks, he had considerable distance from him to the earth. And here, the rock leveled out into sedimentary ripples, the peak hanging above, towering with sharp cliffs. The ledge was more long than wide, stretching down from the stone trail at one end and massive boulder chunks at the other. He made his way towards them, snow flurries coating the ground below. It was chilly, but a lupine's coat had two layers, and prevented none of the air to actually reach the skin. His nose and lips were freezing however, providing stiffening of his lips. There seemed to be no caves here, much to his luck. Iriden cursed himself for coming up here, away from the forest. It was obviously much warmer down there, and not exposed to the wind, however thick his coat may be. The mascu rounded a boulder to find a small hovel in which to lay down in. Choosing this instead of continuing his travels. Here, it was fine enough to brood over his future and not be disturbed, rather then the busy trails of Blossom Forest. ¢À

You're my Plan B.;
{ Iriden | male | N/A | ♦kopsic♦ }



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