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 04:48:24 PM by Arren *spirit*
Home was this way, at least he thought it was. Slowly the red brindled boy was starting to slowly put things together. He hadn’t talked to anyone yet, but he wasn’t stupid. The large boy though had eaves dropped around on others, choosing to be invisible. It had come as a shock and still was to him. It had been years, YEARS, since he was alive, not a few short minutes or hours as he had thought when he had first come to and found himself dead. He had seen San but she had scurried off and hadn’t seen her sense, he was sure his little sister was very confused, she was always very childish even for a puppy. Maturity hit him like a brick wall, the most he discovered the more he grew. He was an old male by most standards of age, but still was stuck in the six month old puppy body. He wanted to get revenge, he knew his mother had tried, but never could find his and his siblings killers. They had been murdered and she had tried, she had, he knew it so he held no grudge against his mother for not bringing them back to life or avenging them. She had the power, he had found out his mother was mated to Black Rain now, it came as a surprise and he was a bit bitter that she had left his father Raiden, but he liked Black Rain too… actually on his memory he could remember that mammoth black male around much more than his own father…
What had happened between his mother and his father? He didn’t know, but he did know that she was now a rank and alphess of their home of Ice Pack. He was going there, to Ice, where she would probably put him back on four living paws. Still he wasn’t sure he wanted her to bring him to life. After so long, what would she say? What would she do? Would it only bother his mother? Still he wanted revenge on his unknown killers. Hopefully she would give their names to him, if she knew them, and he could start his own search. All the pain they had caused his mother, killing him and his two softest sisters. They would die.
He strained to remember what they looked like, but he couldn’t he knew it had been a long time ago. One was black? The other… ugh! This was hard, but like the girl he was drawing near he also wanted to avenge his death and his family. He would kill anyone who had messed with his family sense, anyone at all, they would all die by his paws.
His bright green eyes landed on the fem, she didn’t seem to know where she was going, or maybe she had nowhere to go. He knew that feeling. He hadn’t known what to do when he found out the truth, but he did know his mother would still love him and would bring him back now that he had finally emerged. He was curious though, and his ghostly paws floated just above the snow as he walked towards her, “Hello there.” He called to the young wolfess, his banner giving a little flick his form whispy and fading in and out slightly.
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- >::The*Dragon's*Fire::< - By Loreliegh May 11, 2013 at 06:42:27 PM
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