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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TOn the sugar dusted ledge, Terrel perched silently brooding; in the distance he could see the land of his old pack – the mighty kingdom of Saw Tooth. His chocolate eyes remained fixated upon the area; her ears were flattened to his skull in slight grief of his loss. What was Channing doing at this precise moment? Terrel knew she was probably with the pups; nursing her darling little…things. The titan couldn’t help dwell upon his mother since she hadn’t been in the perfect condition when he left Saw Tooth. She had seemed so miserable, so worn out and fed up. One of her pups had been decided to be sent to Abendrot as a part of Kershov’s sickening deal; Terrel suspected that had been the reason. Any mother would have felt devastated with that unfortunate news. He would visit her some when soon; he wasn’t sure when, but soon… And Mae…Terrel inhaled deeply, releasing a quiet but short high pitched whine. He hoped that she was okay. He missed her terribly. But she had friends – more than him at least. And he knew that she would keep an eye on dear Channing, as he had asked her to do so.

He finally managed to drag his gaze away from the tempting view of his old kingdom, and slowly they began to scale the mountain; exploring each scenery and each wolf intently. His chocolate pools soon fell upon the face of a motley wolf. He was unable to tell whether the stranger was a male or a female since the chilling air had seemed to rupture his smelling sense. Terrel was too far away to tell if the body was feminine or masculine. But it had been a long time since he had had a proper conversation with another wolf. He was certain that this may have been a great chance. Of course, if the stranger objected to his company, the varg would leave respectfully without protest. If that was not the case it would be a good chance to meet another wolf… even if he was slightly nervous.

His four limbs rose swiftly but ungracefully as his paw slipped breathtakingly off of the ledge. He finally set off to work again. He occasionally glanced upwards; checking that he was still heading in the correct direction. It was only a short venture as the wolf was only a short distance above him. As the motley titan advanced further it was apparent that the stranger was in fact a female…hopefully a friendly one. He made his way along a thin ledge, cautiously so that he wouldn’t fall. Finally he stood where the female rested.

“Um, hi,” he began, “do you mind if I sat here?” He inquired. Terrel’s voice was gentle and tender; so that he appeared as non-threatening as possible. His maw widened into a smile. It was a small gesture at first but widened to introduce his pallid fangs that gleamed proudly like choreographed dancers. “I’m Terrel – I hope you don’t mind me intruding…”


Terrel | Pupless | Loveless | Young Adult | Male | Multicoloured
{ Word Count: 500 }
{ OOC: Sorry for the wait :c }

Souleh


'revolutionaries wait
for my head on a silver plate
just a puppet on a lonely string
oh who would ever want to be king?'


readers note;; terrel is an unsual character, disorientated from a broken background. he is gentle and kind, though wary towards brutes above the age of two years. when older he will be less confused and more sure of himself, he will gain confidence and go on to raise a treasured family...




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