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 August 29, 2013 at 03:48:04 PM by Terrel
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| Upon his arrival, the first thing to meet Terrel’s gaze was the penetrating hue of the female’s eyes. They were an azure colour; abrupt against her many hued pelt. The female’s eyes were many times more powerful than his own which were a tawny brown and seemed to match somewhat to his pelt. She had been painted with a similar motley coat. It was apparent that she was somewhat older than himself, the difference was quite minor but there was still a slight gap. And rendered upon her maw was a friendly smile; drawing a breath of relief from Terrel.
‘Of course Terrel, not at all. Take a load off. Name’s Matoaka.’ The dappled varg dipped his head; mimicking the respectful manner that many wolves withheld. He was certainly pleased that she hadn’t decided to gnaw his head off; although that perhaps was an over produced scene in his head. “It’s nice to meet you… Matoaka.” He acknowledged steadily, awkwardly producing his words in a slow manner but kept steady to create an impression of a stronger essence. Terrel wasn’t a wolf to get desperately anxious but outside of his pack grounds he felt once again vulnerable and exposed – especially upon the ledge of a mountain. One push, one miss placed paw all equalled a potentially fatal fall. Although Matoaka seemed friendly enough and so he managed (or at least tried) to persuade himself that he wasn’t in any type of danger. ‘I’m new here so, I don’t mind the company.’ Terrel nodded twice – she was quite unlike him then. He had been living in Blossom Forest for most of his life, even if he had only lived a short amount of time. “I’ve lived here quite a long time; most of my life actually… I came here as a young pup.” He said, a smile daubed across his kissers as he recalled the cheerful moments of his clumsy pup hood. “What about you? What part of the world did you grow up in? A pack?” He inquired with an innocent curiosity. He was always eager to learn more about the world. He wouldn’t have been able to leave Blossom Forest though. He had too many connections and friendships that he wouldn’t be enthusiastic to leave. The thought of departing from the land that had offered him a secure, safe haven made him cringe. { Word Count: 394 } { OOC: Ugh, this post is bad. >.< Sorry :c } 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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- 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
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