The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.
:Eternity: IP: 126.96.36.199 Posted on December 19, 2012 at 11:32:29 AM by Garuda
This wolf talked to much, especially for a dead one. What did Garuda care of vendettas against those false families the wolves clung together in? He could only identify one from the next because they had each chosen such symbolically different territories. Garuda was a strict loner when it came to his own kind, and cared even less about the social orders of mortal beasts.
He did have a soft spot for wars, but those were only interesting when they leaked beyond the bounds of silly pack rivalries.
For instance, when a mad collie decided to conquer the entirety of Wolf Mountain and then, upon failing, spitefully attempted to bury it in fire and ash. Now that was to Garuda's taste. A shame the warlord in question had lost his conviction after burning in his own fire. The way he'd returned to life afterward had reminded Garuda almost of a phoenix, but the collie's wings and heart had been clipped.
That was another problem with mortals. They were always changing. It was unpredictable in all of the worst ways.
"I have no Life Blesssing," said the phoenix. "I could give you one of Death, if it pleasssses me. Or..." The bird flared his wings for dramatic effect, because you could never really have too much of that. "You could wait until my next rebirrrth, and then.... if I remember... I might grant your requesssst. But not," he added sharply, "in exchannnnge for a petty pack sssquabble. What more can you offer me?" Replies:
|[Blurry]| - By Blade *spirit*December 22, 2012 at 10:49:43 AM