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 22, 2013 at 09:18:35 AM 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 From his vantage point at the peak, the traveller could see everything, providing the mist stayed well away. The land of Blossom rolled out before him like a natural blanket, made only for his paws to walk upon. The pack lands stretched in every which way covering half of the forest that lay within the line of view of his perfect chocolate lanterns. Cold Summers was neither the prettiest nor the most active piece of land that his eye fell upon, in fact it was far from it, but it held something more precious within its boundaries than any other damned pack could ever keep. Odessa! His vocals purred the doves name as a tainted smile tugged at his lips. Their meeting at the borders had only solidified the yearning pauper’s darkest desires and though she did not know it, she would be his, forever and always. She would be his possession, kept under lock and key away from those who would wish to foul and corrupt her. She would be kept the purest angel in Blossom, her innocence left only for him. Audits soon swivelled to the sound of panting, as a small grey figure heaved his body over the final ledge. The grin made only for Odessa’s eyes fell from his features only to be replaced with a smile of the purest intents. So little Zorion had made it... Finally. It was clear by the way each heavy intake of air shook his frame, that the pup was completely exhausted from the trip, and yet he continued to show the utmost respect to the one who had promised him many things. The panting was soon subdued and his tiny body was thrown into a surprisingly refined bow as simple words, typical of a pup, washed around the kalaks large domes. Taking every precaution not to gip at his naivety, the soldier pushed against the rocky ledge below his paws, forcing him to stand above the pup. In a swift movement Harries was copying the pup’s show of respect, leaning into a deep and falsely sincere bow. Zorion would know nothing of the darkness lurking behind those trustworthy chocolate stargazers. Once he had completed the act, the pauper regained the seated position he had once held, this time his focus falling onto the bruteling residing at his ashen paws. ”It is nice to meet you again Zorion and I must say... Well done for getting here all on your own! I will admit I was worried that you wouldn’t make it all the way up here, but you have already proved that I was wrong to be sceptical. I won’t be making that mistake again.” The bait was set and along with a genuine toothy grin, the boy would fall hook, line and sinker. Perfect! So far the plan was going without a hitch. Zorion had finally shown his silly little face and the fae that Harries had been watching for the past couple of weeks was sure to arrive soon. His planning, timing and conniving nature had so far made a winning team. All that was left to do now was wait. Zorion, and with a ghastly wink that almost made Harries loose his cover, had trotted his self into the cave that had formed in the rock formation of the mountain. It appeared that he was extremely keen to learn and his first lesson would be arriving soon. Cold Summers had, to this point, delivered the key components to most of the plans buzzing round the travellers head. Zorion, Odessa and the soon to be arriving Apollonia all resided in the barren waste land and with every step taken to prevent him from being noticed until he decided; Harries had managed to gain much information. He had gained an understanding about Odessa’s daddy issues; he had learnt about Zorion’s angelic theories and he had discovered the deep dark history that shrouded Apollonia’s past, present and future. All three had proved to be the perfect material for the kalaks games and he just couldn’t wait to play his unwilling pawns. Another russet form was soon approaching and after giving Zorion a stern look that said quiet now, this is your first lesson... Pay attention, the elegant demon lifted his body off the floor once again. The teen, though hiding some ugly emotion beneath her auburn form, masked a bashful smile upon her maw. Seeing that already this fae was weakened by something soon to be uncovered, Harries swiftly began his scheme allowing a look of pure awe to fall upon his features. Chocolate brown orbs met those of pure emerald and for a moment he simply stood, taking in her form as though she were the most beautiful feya ever to walk the earth. Of course this wasn’t true. Once again his body was manoeuvred into the profound bow, his eyes never once leaving hers. ”I am Harries.” His voice was soft and sweet, capable of luring her further into the trap. ”It is an honour to meet you Apollonia, and may I be so bold to say...” Another heartfelt smile encroached on his mask. ”Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen.” Silence fell between the two for a brief moment, as his body lifted to stand tall and graceful. With those words and actions, his body moved backwards, his head lowering closer to the floor. ”I am sorry, I have been to forward haven’t I? Please forgive me miss Apollonia.” HOOK, LINE AND SINKER! |
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- 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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