Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.

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Posted on May 11, 2013 at 04:59:35 AM by Loreliegh

Loreliegh had been traveling her life as a spirit since her death at Hiy'o. She'd been traumatized like her brother, but not as bad... but definitely not as cool going as her sister Zarenil who seemed to have forgotten the whole mess. She was a teen now, soon to be a year old in a short few weeks. She'd grown hard on revenge since her first few days as a floating spirit. But when her sister wanted no part of it, the seperated. Everything had been done alone, and when she saw the floating white light by Hiy'o Waterfall when she traveled back to collect the necklace her mother had given her only moments before the attack, she could not believe her eyes. She did not know what it was, but something had told her to touch it, and when she had, her life had been restored to her. She had passed out afterward though, and on waking, her body was normal again. It had been the best feeling one could ever hope for, and she'd spent that day running around again as a normal creature.

But after that it was down to business again, she'd found the necklace and fastened it around her neck and decided she'd dedicate her life to revenge and working for the Mountain. Maybe even join a pack one day, but in her mind she was born to lead and not to follow. But a valuable lesson she'd learned drifting around the lively lands, was that to lead you had to learn to follow first. She didn't know if she'd be able to endure getting told what to do. Common courtesy was not her thing, but she definitely wasn't rude. To put it in shorter words, she wasn't a /proper/ lady. She hated that she was expected to be civilized. Where was the fun in that?

Her fur was thick, like her father's. The colors were off-white with a blanket of bark brown around the top view of her coat. A long dark brown stripe went from her nose to her tail tip, and she had brindle markings along the edge of the stripe. Her eyes mimicked that of her father, Ubu, with the ghostly gray-green stare that he gave to everyone. She took more to the wolf frame though, and her lithe and smaller figure made her swifter and stronger than you'd have expected from her, and she used that to her most appreciated advantage. During her trips around the Mountain as a ghost, she'd learned that her sire had become the Alpha of Fire Pack, which in any technical terms would have made her some sort of Princess of the Pack if he hadn't disowned her along with the rest of her siblings, save for Kandro. She had no hate for Ubu, and one day actually hoped to talk to him when she was older.

The ones she had targeted were the ones that had killed her family at Hiy'o. Akatora and Noriko, those two tigers were the ones she wanted to see suffer for the things they'd done. But without the proper skill in fighting and blessing use, she'd have to wait. And for all it was worth, she was ready to do that. She was alive, and that had been a great first step. Now it was just time to find a teacher, and as she traveled around the cliffs of Ice Mounain Peak she felt lost. Where had she gone? What had she intended to find here? Her brown leather strap necklace was against her thick fur, the wind blowing it slightly across her chest, and the sapphire pendant glided along her soft fur.

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