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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Russian? I'm not familiar...
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Ivan... what a name.
Raelynn thought with the smallest of smiles at his his words. The smile soon disappeared as she realized she was smiling. She didn't do that often, if ever, anymore. So why was she starting now? This... Ivan, Russia, whatever was making her weak. She was smiling, speaking, and swooning. It was unnatural for her.

He approached her again with his eyes once again full of seduction, and her heckles bristled. A low growl built in her chest as he came closer, and she bared her teeth when he was a muzzle's length away. Believe it or not, he ignored it and proceeded to walk around her. His fur brushed against hers, making her want to swoon again, but she held strong. Her growl ceased as he whispered right in her ear. His voice, his accent, his scent, and his presence all came crashing into her. It stunned her, causing her too freeze up.

"Your land?" she asked.

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