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 November 18, 2013 at 07:58:33 PM by Harries.
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How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways;; William Shatner Zorion. The foreign name felt strange upon his taster as he batted it back and forth around the reverberating cave guarded by glinting ivory soldiers. It was a unique title, much like the one he had been blessed with, holding the promise of strength and greatness. A distorted snigger vibrated his vocal cord as schemes and thoughts slithered through cracks in the deepest, darkest parts of his perverted mind. The small grey pup, with white markings similar to those of badger kind, had subconsciously given the narcissistic demon a foot hole into his naive, mouldable psyche and unknowingly changed the fate of his whole existence. No matter the plan the gods had written out for him, Harries had other ideas in mind, initiative that the boy would come to enjoy whether he truly liked them or not, for he would know no other way. Harries would become his mother; his father; his mentor; his whole god damn existence, he would have no choice but to love it and should he fight it... Well. There would be no fighting. Harries would make completely sure of that. The pup had innocently cut the ties from any other he may have bonded with and until the brainwashing was so refined and robust that it could never be broken, he would be hidden away from the world and those who sought to taint his perfectly virtuous mind. Trust would be the first step in the moulding process. Trust and truth, both of which had already been promised to the young one. Allowing him to make his own way to the mountain would give him a sense of freedom and confidence that he would thank the auburn prince for. The truth about those he thought so highly of had also been pledged and would surely be the key to bringing him to the meeting. Each carefully planned step had been devised only weeks ago in a state of loss and boredom and would ensure that the pup fell exactly where Harries wanted him too. With careful training and disguised blackmail, the young lad would soon be the perfect sidekick and then the malevolent male could commence his darkest plans and finally fulfil his original, twisted desires. All he had to do was get Zorion on his side. Misty mountains had been carefully selected by the astute pauper for reasons that only he would know. The setting was out of the way; away from the safety and protection of Zorion’s pack and any prying eyes that sought to shut down his plans. The mist and cold air would surely make an eerie scene that would cause the pup to search for comfort, the like that he would find in the ginger sorcerer. And yet it was also a test. Should he heed the honest words of the traveller and be worth the time and effort that had already been employed to him, he would be swift with his movement and not keep the adult waiting long. If this was the case, he would surely be worth exertion. The Kalik was not prepared to waste his time on silly little babies who knew nought of the world. This would prove, without the lad knowing, that he was perfect material. A rumble of satisfaction purred from the wraith’s chest as he envisaged the older Zorion, highly trained and skilled in every situation. He would be the perfect soldier, carrying out any task asked of him and doing it without a grumble. Life would be simply... Flawless. Charcoal pillars finally hesitated at the foot of the towering giant, lowering to the ground and resting in a comfortable sitting position just outside of a cave. Time ticked by as audits examined every single rustle, whistle, croak and song. Chocolate orbs filtered the shadows searching for the grey form that he craved. Zorion was the key to everything and should he disappoint the carroty male, there would be hell to pay. Clouds of mist were beginning to grow thicker over the tip of the mountain and in a few hours madam darkness would preside over the forest, trapping the young brute in the claws of Satan. ”Perfect!” |
Replies:
- Save Me From Myself - By Zorion November 19, 2013 at 01:23:37 AM
Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia November 19, 2013 at 01:39:05 AM
You can't resist the urge to love me. - By Harries. November 22, 2013 at 09:18:35 AM
Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia November 22, 2013 at 05:28:38 PM
You can't resist the urge to love me. - By Harries. December 10, 2013 at 09:34:50 PM
Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia December 11, 2013 at 07:21:56 PM
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