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 08:09:17 PM by Aerten
She was briefly aware of the other girl's eyes boring into hers as she day-dreamed. That was fine, because for once, Aerten didn't care. The conversation had taken a rather pleasant turn for both, leading into a world of dreams and imagination. Of course, once the russet assassin came around, she'd be absolutely horrified by this corny train of thought; in fact, she'd probably train for hours after this little encounter, in an attempt to banish anything distracting and mushy from her mind. But for now, she was in a dream-like state, and inclined to stay there. Aerten was pulled back to earth by a slight movement beside her; Dib nodding at her words, followed by her own. ”Me too. Who knows, maybe one day it won’t just be a dream. As my mother always says, you must never give up on your dreams. They make life worth living.” She had raised an eyebrow, wondering to the side why she was always so surprised when Dib said such profound things. The girl obviously had a brain in her head, contrary to the belief she had held when she had first met her. It was interesting -to say the least- the way their relationship had changed, from that of guarded hostility to the extremely strange almost...friendship they had now. She remained silent, mulling over Dib's words internally. "Can you imagine it Aerten? Standing at the head of a clearing. Your loyal subjects looking to you for wisdom and guidance. The breeze ruffling your fur as you gaze over your land.It would be wonderful.” She gave the other girl an amused look. "You've obviously put much thought into this." She hesitated, then continued on. "It'd probably be one of the best feelings in the world." Yeah, apart from the fact herself and her lands would be under constant attack from the Army. Abentrot hated nothing more than what they considered ''deserters'' and having seen the blood splatters that remained of wolves who had done as such, she wasn't overly eager to share the same fate, something that'd always hold her back. There was no need to share those gory details with Dib however; more likely than not, the idea of pack mates slaughtering each other would either horrify or confuse her. Or worse, only serve to fuel her insatiable curiousity, in a place it was best not pursued. "So, you don't plan on remaining in Saw Tooth your whole life then?" She asked curiously. It seemed a strange choice for one who loved adventuring so much, but then again she herself couldn't really judge, when she'd effectively clipped her own wings. Still, she wondered where Dib would start looking for her dreams, and where her paws were carrying her. OOC: It's finally up, I'm sorry!!! |
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- Waiting... For an awfully big adventure. - By Dib. June 3, 2013 at 07:15:36 PM
Run, If You Intend To Survive - By Aerten June 21, 2013 at 02:28:00 AM
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