.:talking to the moon:.

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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.:talking to the moon:.
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Posted on February 4, 2013 at 09:07:05 PM by Sierra

It had been many moons since Sierra had slept in the comforting presence of sunlight. It managed to just peak through the mist � struggling to make its appearance. Sierra was not cold though; in fact she hardly felt the bitter air; her undercoat provided gentle warmth. The only thing chilly was the snow that resided on the ledges. Her frame shivered gently but she felt nothing. Sierra was hardly troubled in her sleep; she was only a light sleeper as her ears were trained and held much skill. She dreamt of many things, exploring those ledges in Cavern of Secrets along with her friend, Zev. She dreamt of hunting in a pack and feasting upon the rich meat of a heart. She dreamt of pups frolicking around her stealthy legs as she taught them the art of hunting. Her voice murmured and muttered in her sleep, her maw drawn back in a smile from time to time. In her sleep she was shielded from everything and everyone. She felt safe and brave � she felt at one with herself like nobody could ever harm her. That was not the truth however but her naivety kept her from the terror of life.

A shrill and rather raspy voice grumbled into her lobes, Sierra�s eyes flickered open and her frame tensed with anticipation. The voice stated that she looked cold and let out a laugh full of malice and hate, Sierra did not loosen her tense body but instead scattered away friskily. She was about a fully grown stretched out body of a wolf length away. She swallowed once: �I am not,� she replied � her voice barely audible. �I am fine but thank you for your concern� sir.� Her voice was stuttering and nervous. A trembling wreck some wolves might have described it as. �What is your reason of interaction?� She enquired, her lobes ears turning to meet the brutes lyrics.

�I might enquire you with the same question.� She stated, her head rose attempting to keep the plastered strong face. �I was simply interested in this marvellous mountain, my name means mountain range � I was curious of what I might find of these ledges.� She explained, careful not to give too much away as this brute still caused her to feel nervous. The next question she did not answer but instead replied with; �you ask a lot of questions do you not?� She said gently.

Her penetrating green optics directed themselves up to the brute � scanning his appearance. He was a dark pelted male and VERY muscular and VERY tall. Gulping, she looked up into his eyes � taking in the colour of them; amber coloured eyes. �What do you want to do with me, sir?� she said, trembling in the intimidating presence.

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Replies:

I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break - By Allegro Tempo February 7, 2013 at 10:54:03 PM
.:talking to the moon:. - By Sierra February 9, 2013 at 10:34:00 AM
I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break - By Allegro Tempo February 15, 2013 at 02:03:03 AM
.:talking to the moon:. - By Sierra February 15, 2013 at 11:08:43 AM
I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break - By Allegro Tempo February 15, 2013 at 08:22:09 PM
.:talking to the moon:. - By 'Sierra' February 16, 2013 at 10:59:07 AM
I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break - By Allegro Tempo February 21, 2013 at 11:05:42 PM

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