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 05:28:38 PM by Apollonia
The brute’s whole countenance softened when she came into his view and Apollonia blushed, though it was hidden by her russet pelt. Slowly, his form slanted into a graceful bow, bringing a maiden’s grin to bear. I am Harries. It is an honour to meet you Apollonia, and may I be so bold to say… your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen. Vocals soft, soothing, tempting, they were delivered with a handsome smile and the young fae felt her blood boil. Temperature rising, a tickling sensation began to form in her stomach but slowly moved lower… and lower… and lower… Her adopted father had kept her away from other brutes, though it had not been hard. Cold Summers was relatively empty of brutes except those within the royal family. The rulers had always seemed to Apollonia to be set apart in a world all their own, and ergo had never been attractive to her. They were her rulers, her mentors, her protectors, and ergo would never ones capable of making their ways into her heart as lovers. But this one… he was different. Though he held their graceful form, their handsome looks, their suave countenance, he was not off limits. Not only that, but he noticed her. He complimented her. It would be a lie to say that she did not notice him. Hormones raging through her veins as they would in all lupines as they grew from pup to teenager, she felt yearnings that were unknown to her. And with her father’s continued disappearance, she felt the need to rebel. To get back at him. At the same time, she longed for company and for the end to her loneliness. The silence after his vocals shut themselves off continued, though it lacked the awkwardness usually associated with a silence between two strangers. Instead, there was an electricity in the air, a tension, an attraction. Moving a few steps closer to him, her emeralds flowed over his form, watching as he rose his body to its full height. He towered over her, but not in a frightening fashion. Suddenly he moved backward and lowered his head to the floor and Apollonia cocked her cranium to the side, intrigued. I am sorry, I have been too forward haven’t I? Please forgive me miss Apollonia. Her insides melted at the look of his graceful form lowered before her and she rushed forward, hesitantly and then tenderly pressing her black wet nose to his shoulder. “There is nothing to forgive. I… I am flattered.” She backed up a few steps, giggling all the while. Shyly she glanced at him once again, her emeralds peering at him from underneath her thick lashes. She fell silent, for once, unsure of what to say. Her usual smooth, evermoving tongue was stilled. Quiet. She bit her lip before hesitantly moving a single step forward, toward the brute again… Azura |
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- 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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