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 8, 2012 at 02:23:53 AM by luce
 THEY SAY
luce was pleased with himself. beneath him was his queen, his ruler, and now… he wasn’t sure actually. would she call him her mate? or were they mere lovers? he did not know. he rumbled in pleasure, still high off of lust, as she tugged lightly at his ear, though it turned to a wolf-like purr at her words. i am glade, lover. he spoke quietly; for, in this situation, it seemed wrong to break the peace by speaking louder than a whisper. he affectionately drew his tongue across the area where he noticed the pressure spots he had given her during the mating. he rubbed his chin across her head, a soft rumbling purry sound coming from him, often met with a soft sigh of contentment. he didn’t bother to watch the blizzard that raged outside; the pack had known that a heavy snowfall, a blizzard perhaps, would be the first thing the break the grasp of winter. or, he thought gravely, would send them tumbling back into the frigid grasp, pulling them under for possibly even another half moon. he pushed those thoughts away, warmed by the fact that they might have a spring litter. he buried his face into her scruff, closing his blue orbits. he focused on her scent, trying to pick each scent away from the blending pot that was her fur. there was the pack, of course. this scent was one of the heavier on her pelt; a sweet musk that held a crispness of winter to it. then, he noticed with smugness, his own heavy musk lay on her like a sheet, covering the fading scent of moonshadow. there was the frosty scent of snow, possibly from their playing earlier. a faint scent of dampness; most likely a mixture of sweet and snow. all together, it smelled like the most lovely perfume money could buy. he lifted his head, sighing lightly. are you tired, lover? his words, once more, were whispered and he stared, almost transfixed, by the individual crystals until they blurred and he once again focused his pale stare on lanaya. this is how i speak. L U C E ¢¾ || demon || adult || lover of lanaya || resident of spring grounds || || Momo || |
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- its not me, its not my family - By Lanaya! December 8, 2012 at 03:00:26 AM
line the street corpses - By luce December 8, 2012 at 03:18:14 AM
its not me, its not my family - By Lanaya! December 8, 2012 at 03:51:11 AM
line the streets with corpses - By luce December 8, 2012 at 04:06:35 AM
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