<small>Night time sharpens%01 heightens each sensation..<sub>Complete & Open</sub></small>

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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Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.._{Complete & Open}
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Posted on December 9, 2012 at 10:39:39 PM by Phantom of the Opera

Oh, what wonderful joy the young lad felt as the sun descended onto the horizon, night rising and the moon covered by clouds. The little black wolf emerged from the shadowed entrance of a cave and let his paws carry him toward the mountain. He scaled about a half of it just as night completely arrived. Snow fell entrancingly on the boy, yet he dismissively shook this off. There were much more important matters than frolicking in the white flakes, although he was fond of them. The white side of his face merely looked as if snow was covering black fur on it, and he just did not know of it. Truly, the white fur did cover a black undercoat, but pulsing behind it was a hideous face, shame covering it as well as his pelt. The seemingly beautiful lad continued going up until he reached a small rock jutting out of the mountain. Instantly he knew this was the perfect place for what he was about to do, and a concealed smile spread across his mouth. Tilting his head back, slow lyrics erupted from his muzzle as he sang to Darkness, the beautiful creature that saved him.

She was a charming girl, long enough to stretch across the territory that Light had left. Her pelt ranged from being the purest of blacks, to a lighter blue. White specks sometimes decorated her body, and a larger white circle ruffled her scruff. Sometimes her paw shadowed it as she walked, and tonight the circle was completely concealed. Unknown to him, this new moon--as it was called--was the sign he always took, that meant he was ready to sing to Darkness. Her name could also be Night, Dusk, and even Shadow, but Darkness was his special name for her.

"Oh, my Madame Darkness, come to me."

He sang, tears filling up in his eyes as he remembered the days where she comforted him, and the one where she rescued him from the hands of a Man. How would he ever repay her? The worried thought came to Phantom, and he paced around worriedly. This interrupted his song, and he heard a rumble of displeasure from her.

"I apologize dearly, Darkness. I just don't know how to repay you, Madame."

He howled, his lyrics polite and submissive. He shrank down respectably, and reached his paw out. In his mind echoed the words,

I may only be rewarded by one thing, and of that you shan't know for a long time. I say, sing for me again, Phantom of the Opera. You have a name to be proud of.

And with that, he sang beautifully to Darkness, so much until Light came around and he trekked down the mountain a bit, resting in the shadows until night came once more.

OOC: If you wanna thread with him, say you met him at night. <3 Sorry it's a bit short.

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