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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Everything went calm. Aerten had seemed to settle down once more, her rage disappearing once again. She seemed to be grateful that no more questions would be asked on the subject of family and so Dib locked the information away. No more upsetting the Abendrot warrior.

As Dib had risen to lower the pain shooting through her limb, the other russet femme’s orbs had lifted off the ground and focused on Dib once more. She seemed to be taken back by the twisted limb, as if she had forgotten it actually existed. Sometimes the teen wished that she could forget it existed and sometimes she did, however the odd twinge would be a reminder that she was not one hundred percent wolf and she would never be a fully formed wolf. However Dib didn’t really mind. It made her who she was and in some ways she was grateful, it would just be nice if sometimes she didn’t have the lame leg, then maybe she could partake in normal activities like everyone else.

‘Does it hurt?’ The girl’s auds flickered to the words, an air of curiosity accompanying the lyrics. Dib gazed at the other girl before looking at her own leg and back again. Nobody had ever really asked about her leg before and it was a amazing thought that the first wolf to ask was one that she least expected too. After standing for a few minutes the girl seated her rump on the ground, slowly, once more and then concentrated on answering the question. ”Sometimes yes, it does. It aches more than anything and usually plays up if I sit for too long or stand for too long. I can’t win really.” Then the teen bit her tongue. Yes, Aerten had asked but surely she didn’t really want to know that much... Did she?

Life had been strange growing up with a useless limb. Although she had never been picked on before, wolves couldn’t help but stare. She didn’t mind it though, she had gotten used to over all the years. The worst thing was that it stunted her adventurous personality. Dib had always and probably always would want to explore. She loved discovering new things and going on adventures but having only three good legs sometimes made it difficult.

OOC- It’s okay. Mine isn’t too long this time. I promise mine will be longer too <3


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