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 12, 2012 at 03:11:31 AM by i v e v
I have to get out. |
It was much too cold for toes. They were already callaused from the joruneys Arawyn had embarked on, but the freezing temperatures made the fae want to curl up in some nook of a tree and tuck her frozen peds under her belly. Unfortunately, this situation did not call for lazy afternoon naps. The form had lengthened itself into a full grown wolf from where Arawyn had gazed into the boulder maze. Her golden pools made it out to be what she suspected- a wolf, a course. And quite a large one, though surrounded by the coppery odor of sanguine. No doubt these wounds were the resason he had retreated from the rest of society. What do you want? came the call from the shadows, snow drifting away. It was a definately a male, a low timbre resounding off the stones. Arawyn stepped back, having briefly forgotten Bjomolf was standing behind her. Taking subconcious comfort in his presence, the femme planted herself firmly next to him. Her paws sunk deep into the snow as the figure, however smaller then her new aquaintence next to her, began to shift. His shadow was cast long over the snow covering the ledge, a testament to the odd workings of the sun in snowstorms. She had noticed the subtle lifting of the bear-like lupine's flag, but Arawyn had really no intention of picking a fight. In fact, her first impression of Bjomolf was more of a gentle creature than the figure challenging them from the shadows. The young heiress had little information on who this shadowy character actually was as the sickly aroma of blood gently wafted to her nostrils. Arawyn's flickering lamps began to make out his coat color, a silvery hue highlighted with a burnt gray. It wasn't flashy, but thick and spread over a muscular bodice. She detected a set of lime eyes, but unfortunately the boulder's cast and the darkening of the blizzard hindered the rest of his features. Her mind had processed these details in a short, rapid amount of time, allowing only a brief silence between his question. Arawyn lifted her sleek muzzle, cranium propped to allow her luminaries to stare directly forward. Her auditory senses twitched as she proposed a response to the stormy-hued mascu. With a swift glance to the tawny brute beside her, the femme parted her lips to speak. Just a mere exploration of the mountain, is all. I don't think either of us knew you were here, she explained in lenient tones. Her fur gently tugged in the wind, snow freezing itself to the ends of her pelt. Arawyn didn't dare shake it off, in liu of reprisal of what this wolf might do. He certainly was capable, no wounds big enough to hinder him. |
Arawyn/No holdings/Claimed by none/♛Played by i v e v♛. |
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