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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Posted on April 23, 2013 at 08:20:05 PM by Aerten
The russet femme had been off in her own little world, where she often retreated, an escape from all the chaotic messes around her. Sure, her head wasn't that far away from resembling chaos, but Aerten liked the fact she could control it. The feya had a bit of a...control issue. Especially when situations did not go the way she planned. That is why she had frozen stiff when one of the many scents that had been bumbling along aimlessly, came towards her. Her ear had flicked once, followed by a loud chuff behind her. Well, that's polite, she thought sarcastically. She breathed in deeply, taking in the scent. This unfamiliar was a female, probably in her teenage years? The pack scent wasn't one Aerten was particularly familiar with yet, which bothered her. Now what's an Abendrot Warrior doing so far from their pack? The ess stayed silent for a minute, contemplating the question. Though the words could be taken as rather...threatening, the tone and general movement of this female suggested otherwise. Are you kidding me, Aerten had cried silently. Is she trying to be...friendly?! This had disturbed the russet lass to no end. Why would anyone try to make friends with her? Damn it, was this...this whatever she was too stupid to know dangerous when she saw it?! Keeping her face a mask of cool calmness, she replied in the usual sickeningly sweet lyrics, "I could ask the same of you, little bird." And that was what she reminded Aerten of. A little bird, fluttering here and there, swooping down occasionally to nibble away. The femme fatale smiled softly, not even bothering to conceal it. Little birds should be careful; predators tended to roam around these parts. She turned her head slightly, both dark hues contemplating the little bird beside her. Her claws were all to ready if she became a little...too nosy. She'd find that Aerten's bark was not worse than her bite. |
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- Waiting... For an awfully big adventure. - By Dib. April 24, 2013 at 08:03:29 PM
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Waiting... For an awfully big adventure. - By Dib. May 6, 2013 at 04:19:15 PM
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