. : In A Faraway <sub>L A N D</sub> : .

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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. : In A Faraway _{L A N D} : .
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Posted on April 19, 2013 at 01:25:49 PM by Hurricane of Mexico


Hurricane of Mexicolover of Losa homeless no alpha	Fighter. Warrior. Hurricane was both of these. Strong limbs built for the most dangerous of battles. A heart of steel always pushing him forward even when all others gave way. Hurricane stood firm. That is why, when the knight stood at the bottom of this virtually impenetrable cliff, the warrior knew he knew he had to get up. No matter the cost the dark gladiator would make it to Losa... Losa. Coffee stained fur. Piercing mismatched optics. A sharp tongue, however it was the best at healing. Hurricane put the ess upon a pedastal. Innocence. Fearlessness. Love. She portrayed these best. However the ess was also cunning if need be, and fierce beyond words when she was threatened. However all of these traits only added to this frosty giant's sheer adoration of the girl. And this is why her face was the only thing he could see as his paws worked their way up the beaten, snowy path. Often times it grew slick, and narrow. A misstep and this regal prince could end up tossed at the bottom of this tall precipice, merely a carcass for the vultures and scavengers. A mighty shake of his skull dismisses such thoughts, reminding his overly active brain he has a girl to get back to, and he's left her waiting much too long. With that thought, the silence is suddenly shattered as a small blob of brown comes racing at him. The knight takes a step back, bracing himself and flattening his auditories. A fearsome look is written upon his face, until the girl is identified. Losa the knight smiles as his agressive stance lowers, seconds before the bird barrels into him, his name dissipating on the wind as their forms collapse to the snow. Her touch sending shocks through his body the male pushes his muzzle against her own affectionately. After a moment the warrior rises, standing over Losa, his gaze warm and affectionate as he runs his muzzle from her ear tip to her chest, his tongue brushing up her neck lovingly. And finally, yes, finally, his words break the air, deep rumblings, filled with passion. "I love you too... Losa."

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got a ^{s e c r e t} - By l o s a April 25, 2013 at 07:15:28 PM

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