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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Go Ahead....
IP: 198.172.230.150
Posted on August 28, 2013 at 03:42:12 PM by Matoka

Matoaka twitched, becoming aware once more of her surroundings. She was unsure of how much time has passed or how much of that was spent awake. She remembered vague recollections of events that seemed older, but neither real nor fake. Daydreams of both wished events and past events – she decided to herself. Pushing her white paws forward, she forced herself into a stretch, tail rising behind her. Tilting her neck, she got her whole body in the stretch. Releasing her body into a relaxed state, her solid blues and auds swiveled to the sound of someone approaching. She gave her motley coast one last shake to release her muscles of any lingering tightness just in case this sound proved not as friendly as she was feeling. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the wind told her it was the teen from earlier. The smile she had earlier returned as he approached her.


She listened as he spoke, auds forward and attentive. He seemed nice enough, young innocence mixed with that of an independent recently on their own. Was that sadness she picked up? She was fairly good at reading people, more or less just trusting her first impressions as she believed that if anyone just stopped and ‘felt’ every once in awhile body language and first impressions were good enough to live off of. Offering her own tilted head and polite smile, she pushed forward a feeling of welcome-ness. She opened her speckled maw to speak

“Of course Terrel, not at all. Take a load off. Names Matoaka”

Blues kept on him for the sole purpose of picking up a reading of what to say next. She remembered the scent she picked up for a moment on him earlier, taking note that he has been here at least long enough to belong, perhaps even born here. Spurred another conversation starter. She added...

“I’m new here so, I don’t mind the company”

Maybe that would get him talking, maybe not. Sitting in silence would sure be awkward though. She offered a goofy grin. No need for her to put too much thought into this encounter. He was clearly a teen, older, but younger than her and with her being new, there was no need to plot and plan and figure out intentions. Time to step out of her mind and just relax for once.


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  • sight is blurred - By Terrel August 29, 2013 at 03:48:04 PM
    Go AHEAD - By Matoaka August 29, 2013 at 07:37:45 PM
    sight is blurred - By Terrel August 30, 2013 at 06:41:25 PM
    GOAHEAD - By Matoaka September 4, 2013 at 12:49:05 PM
    sight is blurred - By Terrel September 5, 2013 at 05:54:16 PM
    GOAhead - By Matoaka September 23, 2013 at 12:43:35 PM
    - By . February 19, 2014 at 11:54:58 PM

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