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 30, 2013 at 06:41:25 PM by Terrel
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| At his innocent inquiry of her past, Terrel’s ears folded backwards to his skull in slight guilt as her azure gaze trailed to the ground. He hadn’t wished at all to unsettle her or offend her but out of curiosity learn and discover more about the female he had just met. He had offered her a slight glance into his own history so it was only natural for him to make his own ‘investigations.’ The soldier’s gaze fell gently upon the motley fae, silently pleading that he hadn’t affronted her – and if he had, for her to forgive him. But to Terrel’s relief her head finally did move, escorting a smile upon her kissers. Good; he had escaped offending someone then – which he was pleased about. ‘That’s a tale as long as a lifetime.’ A swift smile broadened upon the varg’s jaws as he learnt that she was in good spirits; the knowledge thoroughly enhanced the titan’s confidence. “I see,” he commented with a small chuckle that rumbled fluently from his vocals in a melody of deepness, noticing her grin that had spread from her smile. He didn’t know a lot about her; all he could tell was that she belonged to no one and nothing.
‘Short version is…..I have no idea. Before you feel bad for asking, I don’t mind. I know who I am inside, but that was formed by myself, not a pack. I assume at one point I was a part of a family, I get flash backs here and there, after all someone had to have named me. Only don’t remember names or faces, I can only remember life as a teen waking up alone one day. Reflex of the mind blocking the bad stuff I guess.’ Terrel’s head bent forward in a nod, fascinated by her short tale of peculiarity. He couldn’t have imagined how that felt…he could remember most of his life; even the bad stuff. In an odd way, he found himself slightly jealous of Matoaka; he was still plagued by his miserable occurrences within his life. Though he did not think much of it; he wasn’t like her – so why dwell upon it? “That’s pretty odd – if you don’t mind me saying,” He commented, “interesting… but odd.” A chuckle escaped his maw, releasing in a deep tune but withheld in a quiet manner. He hoped she wouldn’t take it in an offence way. ‘I was drawn here though…I like it, makes it worth the years of wondering. The varg nodded, a smile decorated upon his maw. “Yeah, it’s lovely here… Although even though I have been here most of my life; I haven’t investigated every main area. I spent most of my time in my old pack…” He began and finished with a short sentence, voice slightly subdued. “Though I’ve left the pack now.” { Word Count: 473 } { OOC: } 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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- 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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