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 May 8, 2013 at 05:24:27 PM by SELINE.
It was unusual for anyone to remain long on Seline's mind. Granted there were the exceptions of her family members, but that's where the exception fell short. Even the father of her children was but a distant memory she never even considered. And yet, despite all of this, the blood and snow princess found her thoughts plagued with a certain pale boy with ice in his eyes. They had met in the old cavern, and parted ways not too soon after. While she would have very much enjoyed more time with him, it had been time for her to take her leave and wander else where within Blossom. And still she had not ventured home, nor anywhere near it- if she could even still call it her home. But back to the male in current thought, Seline felt a subtle tremor travel throughout her entire fourm at the thought of his icy stare locked on her fourm. She knew from the moment she had seen him that he was deadly, charming, savage, and yet ever the gentlemen. Seline had a want- a rather intense desire, really, to peel back his fur, his flesh, his muscle, and even his bones, down to the raw marrow that he was constructed of. She wanted to know just who Eric was, how Eric was- what Eric was. The retired Queen had yet to meet another quite like him in her lifetime, and she wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to figure him out- if she could even get that far with him in the first place. Eric seemed much like herself in the fact that he didn't seem the sort to stick around. While he was intense to interact with and be around, there was a vague sense of detachment he held about him that gave Seline notion to the 'wanderer' ideal. Thus she still found herself wondering about him, though not excessively so. It was not in her nature to be stuck on someone, and she would be damned if she became stuck on this male in particular. And so she found herself wandering once more, searching for something- anything, to clear her head and bring her mind at peace in chaos as it so often was. Vaugely, she was aware of the air around herself changing as the earth beneath her paws gently began to slope up. The scent of the air had changed as well, becoming more crisp and clear, something refreshing versus the less crisp and cold air in lower altitudes. Seline had heard of the mountain in Blossom, but she had never visited it herself personally. But now, today, she found herself at that exact spot, slowly but surely making her way upward to the higher crags and peaks. It was a decent workout for her sinewy and toned muscles, and the blood and snow princess welcomed it. It was a gift to focus on something other than the blue eyed monster. And he was a monster- wasn't he? Seline had yet to find out all she wanted about him, but Eric gave off the vibe of an even further hidden darkness than most, and yet it seemed that it was not a secret of his. He seemed open about it, and yet at the same time not. It was all very intruiging to her, and that was perhaps one of the main reasons he was still in thought. That, and the fact that he was incredibly tall, pale, and handsome. At the thought of such, Seline felt her dark lips curl up to a broad smirk of sorts plastered across her muzzle, before she shook her skull lightly and chuckled to herself. Her fascination reminded her of the young, foolish wolves who fell so easily and were consumed by it. And yet this was nothing of the sort, as it was she herself, the old Alpha of Andere, the Satanican princess- and might as well be considered the Satanican Queen. For as sure as she was about her own vivid green irises and the feelings they invoked, she knew that her father was indeed dead, and that she was head of her family now. If she could even lay claim to them any longer. There was only one way for her to find that out, and while she was not quite prepared for that- she knew that in time, eventually, she would be. blood and snow
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- just a little slower - By eric May 22, 2013 at 06:51:33 AM
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