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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As the violet eyes met hers, Raelynn was surprised by the amount of raw emotion in them. There was something dark and dangerous in those orbs of his, and it intrigued her for some peculiar reason. She was known for getting herself into trouble, especially recently. So she walked closer, hearing him call a greeting in return. Her ears flattened when the first word was in a language she didn't understand, but she assumed it was a hello or something of the sort. If he was telling her to lay off, he'd have to say it in English. But his accent was thick, causing her head to tilt. She never heard that accent around Blossom Forest before. Where was it from?

She was snapped from her thoughts when he suddenly lept right next to her. A snarl ripped up her throat at this. Her ears flattened, her hackles rose, and her teeth were bared at him. She was barely able to restrain herself from taking a bite at him, but she somehow managed. Lucky for him, he moved away after a gust of wind hit him. His motivation behind doing that confused her. It seemed like he was just being nice, but the smile on his muzzle that turned to a strange smirk made her think differently. A growl rumbled low in her throat out of suspicion as she watched him carefully.

When he looked up at her again, her growling halted and she felt like she was drowning in those seas of violet. They were beautiful and so captive. As he spoke, Raelynn had to steady herself as she felt like falling. The look in his eyes matched with that husky accent made her feel dizzy.

She didn't understand the last part of his speaking, since it was once again in that other language. But she just hoped it wasn't something negative.

"Cold" was the only response she gave him. She was never much of a talker. She left what she didn't say to the other's imagination.

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