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 9, 2012 at 12:07:27 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ A female voice reached the huge male’s perception through the blowing winds and swirling mists. It seemed at first as though it were a trick played by the upcoming storm, not unlikely if the rumours of hauntings in this part of the forest were anything to go by. The brute’s thoughts dispelled as a scent reached his senses and he turned his head calmly, precision in his every movement. He had been looking out over the shelf onto the forest below, but now his steady gaze turned upon a figure partly obscured by the mist. She was smaller than he, not as surprise as he was large even for a male wolf, yet she held an air of command that he immediately recognised as somebody silently confident in their own abilities. He glanced her over, noting how unlike a lot of wolves around she was relatively plain. Her pelt, much like his own, was a mixture of mottled browns and blacks with natural highlighting. It was refreshing to see that not all wolves in Blossom Forest held rare pelts that either sparked reverence or disgust. He inclined his head a little to the stranger, expression collected as usual and body held firm. His tail raised ever so slightly, pointing out subtly that he immediately saw himself dominant in any situation and almost daring her to try and fight him for that position. Bjomolf saw no threat in her simple response to his statement. The single word indeed had obviously been a way of alerting him to her presence and nothing more. He was about to inquire as to her name, curious by a femme polite enough to keep her distance yet forward enough to add herself to his one-sided conversation. However, a voice spoke out from beneath the large boulders before he had the chance to do so. What do you want? The brute narrowed his eyes hardly noticeably as his gaze shifted towards the direction the male’s voice had sounded from. His hackles he fought to keep down, exercising control despite the hostile sound of that voice. As he was hidden by mist and shadow from the very boulder the other male was within, Bjomolf held his voice. His scent was all that gave his position away and just as he hadn’t laid eyes on the third one in the clearing, the stranger had yet to see him. The femme, however, had already spoken; thus, he assumed she was the one being addressed. He cocked his head to the side a little, eyes once again glancing to the enticing female as he awaited her response. He, too, was curious as to why she was here. It was rare enough meeting one wolf on Misty Mountain, let alone stumbling across two at the same time. He stood, reflecting a statue bar the puff of air that was let out each time he breathed out the cold air, awaiting her response. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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