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 September 14, 2013 at 09:52:33 PM by Beilshmidt Bruders
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The huge brute blinked his intense blue eyes once or twice, trying not to believe his eyes. There were members of the old pack before him, and their distant memory stung at his mind. Guilt flooded him as he watched them play in the snow that had begun to blanket the mountain with its deeper, winter thickness. He knew it wasn't his doing that their whole family was an inborn mess, but he still felt a deep aching pain in the pit of his stomach at the sight of them. Of course, it had been Gilbert who had done this to the parents of this small family of escapees, but it was he, the culprits brother, who was the only one who could have done anything to help them. He had tried to be kind to them when his brother wasn't looking, but he knew that could have only gotten him so far. Ludwig stepped back into the brush where he was hiding as he swore at himself. What was he supposed to do now? They had every reason to still hate him and his brother, so why would they even let him speak to them, never mind warn them about his brother and his search for them... Gott verdammt. Speak of the devil himself. Patches of sunlight shone on his pure white coat and glinted in the ruby orbs of the elder Beilshmidt. Of course, he was still partially hidden by the heap of snow behind him. But being all the way across the small clearing before the cave from his brother, Ludwig felt oddly out of place and unsure of himself. The sight of his brother there in the flesh always brought back memories of the old days, causing tensity to run through Ludwig's bulging muscles. He knew Glbert was nearly as far as one could be from a saint, he was still his brother and a war-torn mess who's mind had been split into two parts after years of corruptive power. Ludwig knew well how the albino was slowly dying from self inflicted wounds, well hidden paranoia, and the flashes of past battles that flashed before his bloodstained eyes, torturing his already broken mind. And of course, that was all reason for him to need someone he could rely on But then again, the family between the two of them needed just as much help as Gilbert did. "Fick drauf." He muttered to himself before heading out towards his nephew's family. Gilbert could presume what he will, but he was going to try to stay in the center of this battle and offer aid to both sides. "Hallo? Herr Kyron?" -[+]- "Gott verdammt..." He growled under his breath, drawing the necessary air to bark out more orders. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The awesomest of the well... two remaining Beilschmidts stood absolutely still amongst the snow. The perfect, albino white of his fur blended right into the powder surrounding him, which left only his gleaming ruby eyes visible to anyone who wasn't specifically looking for him. A quiet sigh escaped his chest, but was quickly replaced by a sadistic smile as he studied his children's family. Vaguely positive aspects of his past were rare enough, but seeing them directly in front of him had only added another layer to the odd happiness that bloomed in his chest. This is why you never send your son to do your own job, Ja? It had taken him but two days to find their trail, and had he ever gotten a good report back from Ryu? Nein. Ludwig was also in the area somewhere, though he Wally couldn't care less at the moment about his brother. He had his prey, and he had them right- Gott Verdammt. What was Ludwig doing there, and why was he talking to them! A low growl emerged from his throat and he sent a seething glare in his Bruder's direction, which was only met with a minimal nod of acknowledgement and a quick roll of crystal blue eyes. Gilbert snorted at the age old sign that his awesome self was missing something, but he took a step back and thought it over anyway, knowing his brother had a good head on his shoulders. <~+~> "You are in the prescence of awesome..." He seriously speaks. German translations! 1. Gott Verdammt- God damn it 2. Fick drauf- Fuck this 3. Hallo- Hello 4. Herr- Mr. >Gilbert Beilshmidt <>Male<>No Mate<>No Remembered Heirs<>No Pack< >Agent Sethilississ< |
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- Darkness Imprisoning Me - By Azula September 15, 2013 at 03:50:18 AM
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