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 June 2, 2013 at 07:42:30 PM by Airon
The word was probably only used when one was betrayed or hurt. It wasn't screamed like profanity, only whispered like the gentle breeze that blew through the lower canopies. Silence... a word used to describe the weak or the abused. It was a word that would forever remain part of the lad but not forced upon him. His silky hair moved in the gentle breeze. Nothing disturbed the peaceful air, no birds flew high in the sky and no squirrels climbed up the trees in search of acorns. His multicolored optics roved over the land but the white substance was the only thing in sight. The Winter Goddess was still in reign but soon her sister would take charge. The white fields would soon be covered in color; the blank canvas soon to be covered with paint. The world was ever evolving nothing stayed the same forever. Right? Well maybe for most but he had always been this way. His caramel fur had many hues to it; the blacks and the brown giving him a defined shape with shadows to hide his scars. His chest was white seemingly representing what pureness he had left though hidden under his dark and silent past. The last of the white tip was his untouched heart; a heart that didn't understand the compassion of another, a heart the would remain untouched. At least that's how it felt... His paws sunk into the fresh layer of snow the covered the once beautiful grass. His thoughts drifted around his head only consisting of questions that would never be answered. His heart ached for the voice of another but he would never admit to that. Rejection was all he knew and that's what he expected from others. Airon looked around him, the mountains stretched out in front of him; their peaks reaching above the clouds into the unknown. He wondered what it was like up there; peaceful? He smiled at the thought but something behind him snapped and reality hit him. He spun around but there was nothing there only the wind blowing through the trees. Why now? He’d been silent for so long but he was coming back. His claws were closing in on him, crushing him. His past was a dark one, one that he tended to avoid but that seemed impossible. He’d already scared a girl away, his one chance for a friend. Maybe someone will give me a second chance… The white tipped mountains were now under his paws and the world spread out below him. It was a beautiful sight to behold but there was no one to share it with… Not yet… and then he replied Never, for you. Word Count:454 Replies:
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