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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Waiting... For an awfully big adventure.
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Posted on April 27, 2013 at 03:07:59 PM by Dib.

The russet girls auds flickered as a giggle escaped the maw of the strange lass. A rather confused look appeared on the teens face. Did she generally find something funny or was she being sarcastic? No jokes had been exchanged nor had anything sarcastic been said previously. Maybe the stranger had some underlying issues that were causing her to blurt out unnatural and socially awkward noises. Any situation Dib came up with would be kept private and confidential, a sort of inside joke. She guessed that the Abendrot assassin wouldn’t take too kindly to being called mental.

’Now, now...No need to get worried yet.’ The words rung in the teens ears. She really wasn’t worried, nothing fazed her. She was just curious as to why this wolf was nothing like the rumours that surrounded her background and pack. Though the fact that the other spoke in soft tones and tucked her weapons away did assure the ess that neither wanted a fight. ’You're brave, I'll give you that much ...little bird.’ The term was used once again and Dib found herself falling deeper into curiosity. She wanted dearly to know what the title meant or was she simply being dragged into a psychotic game made to strip her bare and make her too lose her mind. Thinking about the statement the girl couldn’t help but feel a small bubble of pride grow within her stomach. She had been described as brave from a wolf whose only quest in life was too kill. Maybe she would make a good Saw Tooth warrior after all.

Whilst gazing over the rolling terra below, the young ess couldn’t help but pick up on the slightly nervous vibe coming from the other. She too was born with a russet colouring, but the two wolves were completely different. The only thing they shared was their colouration or maybe there was something more to the mysterious and private female. Her auds twitched as a shuffling noise came from the girl beside her and it seemed that Dib had unnerved her slightly. She wasn’t such a big bad wolf after all. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Dib had stood her ground, showing no fear unlike other victims. Either way it appeared that the girl wasn’t too happy with the situation.

Flicking her eyes to the side for only a brief second, the teen caught a glimpse of her acquaintance. She seemed to be looking at the useless limb that she had been born with. Dib had gotten used to all the staring at a rather young age, in fact the only other wolf except her family that didn’t stare anymore was Markus. And so she had grown with others constantly asking questions and staring but in all honesty it had never really bothered her. She saw it in the way that it made her who she was and she wouldn’t change herself for the world. In the time she had taken to flick her eyes sideways the girl had done her own searching, realising that the other girl also carried some scars. The most predominant one being across her muzzle. Now the ess turned her head to the sound of shuffling once again and it appeared that the stranger was edging her way forward slightly. Dib didn’t know what to think of the situation however it didn’t last for long as the girl backed away, blood trickling from her bodice. Compassion and sympathy bubbling inside her the girl gazed over the self inflicted scratches before her attention was turned towards rather sharp words coming from the girl.

The words were clearly a distraction from the event that had just unfolded and Dib fell for it. So it was time to exchange names and formal niceties. ”Hmmm Aerten." The girl rolled the name around her tongue, making sure to remember the name and face. "You can call me whatever you please, but my mother named me Dib and that is what it shall always be." It was a rather unusual name and wasn’t the prettiest name for a girl but her mother had given it to her and so she loved it no matter what. Aerten it was such a nice name for a sickly sweet personality and the teen wondered if she had always been this way. Her mother, Cai, had always told stories on how wolves would change over the years and with such a sweet name, the girl pondered if she once had been a sweet princess too.


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