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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Can You Hear the Silence
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Posted on March 26, 2013 at 03:37:29 AM by Henadin

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The sight of Channing’s smile lifted Henadin’s spirits and allowed a glimmer of hope for a happy ending to ender his mind. Her nuzzle was heroin in his veins, and he felt more alive than he had moments before. It made him feel invincible, and yet made him feel so fragile and vulnerable. It was such a contradiction so unnormal, and yet Henadin found himself dreading the release of her touch. And yet the release came. The fae’s muzzle neared his audettes. I will not tell anyone, unless you give me reason too. A rare smile, the ones that only were made in Channing’s presence, crept onto his kissers. She giggled then, and the sound had resounded in his mind for the remainder of the trip up the slope.

The dialogue that passed between them almost made a frown grow upon his kissers. It seemed that the fae was confused by Henadin’s reaction to the situation. When they had first met, she had been surprised at his response when she had told him about Terrel. And her response now was much the same, although it was left unsaid. Disbelief. Wonder, but disbelief as well. To the grey brute, there was nothing more important than family. No bond was stronger, and no love was more worthwhile. That was why Terrel’s words had not wounded him. It was true, that they saddened him, but he was a realist. He had expected that it would go poorly. But it didn’t upset him. Terrel’s love for Channing was undeniable, as was Channing’s love for Terrel. He did not want to upset that bond, and so he would be as patient as was necessary until a solution was discovered.

After his words of love and acceptance, the fae had let loose her pink tongue, and it had licked his muzzle tenderly, a sign of thanks for his understanding. Henadin once more felt his love for the fae express itself and take over his bodice, and his picked up one of his paws as a tingling ran to his extremities. How was it that she controlled not only his heart, but the natural rhythm of his body motions? Henadin’s muddied orbs gazed at the fae. His love, his soul mate. That was why he was so susceptible and vulnerable in her presence. Why she was able to so easily affect him – she completed him and was indeed his second half.

The fae began to speak then. I think it would be best if I spoke to him alone. There are some things I will need to say that he might take better if it is just him and myself, thank you for not putting pressure on me and Terrel. Henadin smiled softly, glad that he had said the right thing to soothe at least a bit of her hurt. “Of course, my lady. Whatever you think is best is fine with me. Should you ever call for me, I shall be at your side as soon as I can. Take as much time with your son as is needed.” The fae then continued on, her words a response to the question that Henadin had posed to her. He hasn’t always been very clear with what has happened, all I know is that he hates brutes. The hate came from his father. He abused his mother when she was a pup and that’s all I know really. I found him alone and abandoned at Staircase Falls when I adopted him. Henadin slowly nodded his cranium, the answer vague and full of missing information, but informative enough. “That explains a bit. I shall try, eventually, to show to him that I am not his father. I only hope that he could come to trust me some day…” Henadin’s deep baritone trailed off. He would never be the type of father that Terrel’s was. Henadin shook his head violently… had he just thought of himself as a father?

“Channing, my love, I know this is the most awful time to bring this up, but I try to be as open with you as I can, which, as you know, is a difficult task for me. I never want a pup to have to deal with what Terrel dealt with, and it got me thinking of parenthood. Terrel is an adult, albeit a young one… when all is settled and calmed… Should Terrel ever come to accept me, accept us… Would you ever consider…” The brute’s maw shut, his vocals grasped shut as they so often were. How could he express to her that was thinking of someday having children of his own. How would she take such thoughts?

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||Henadin|| ||<3 Channing <3|| ||Saw Tooth|| ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||






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