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 December 10, 2013 at 09:34:50 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 It was entertaining, really, to see the way she smiled and fluttered as he exclaimed his, rather reserved, adoration of her emerald gems. It was such a simple statement and yet she was stumbling head over heels, hanging on every seductive lyric that dribbled from his snowy throat. Every little detail was absorbed into his maniacal brain, telling him things about her that she couldn’t even imagine he would know. The way her lips pulled gracefully over her pallid daggers expressed her utter desire to hear more about her own physique- the little things he noticed and no others did. It was clear that, though well into her teen years, she was naive to the world of males, which made the situation all the more amusing as he would see every poisonous step tainting her angelic veins as clear as the flowers beneath his paws. The world would see her purest heart turn to blackened ash beneath his satanic grasp. She wouldn’t know what was coming her way until he had wormed his way deep inside her being- in more ways than one! The pleasure that would come from causing the vixen unbearable pain almost proved too powerful to handle, as once or twice his mind drifted to the torture he would impel upon her body, bringing forth with it a dim sparkle in his chocolate orbs. Luckily for him, the innocent youth would see it as a glimmer for her and still be completely unaware of the small gauged net that was slowly wrapping its way around her body. And with a short breath, the thoughts and the shimmer in his melting chocolate lanterns had all but disappeared. During the silence that fell gently over the pair in electrifying waves, the male was given the chance to study the future mother of his offspring. She was athletic, lean and sturdy meaning that his children would be healthy, worthy, spawn. No point wasting his precious seed on youngsters that wouldn’t survive. What a waste! They would look like the youth of Satan himself and be riddled with monsters and devils, therefore they would no doubt be forced to wander a lonely, sufferable, life. That was expected from dirty cross breeds. Whereas he was beautiful, a stunning creation of Tor’s handy work, those sprogs, born from his heritage, would be a disastrous mess and that was exactly what he intended. He saw females as nothing but child bearing toys, put on the earth for his pleasure and that tradition would carry on throughout his life. Maybe, just maybe, if she was to birth a male pup, he would just have to taint him more than he already would be. All in all, Apollonia was the perfect specimen to house his monstrous pieces of art, despite her young age. With thoughts of his skin brushing against hers as she wriggled beneath his form, the pauper allowed his gaze to linger ever so slightly on her curvaceous form continuing the love struck and bashful facade that was working wonderfully... so far. Her emerald trinkets were once again on his figure, confusion plastered over her form as he lowered his charcoal pillars closer to the ground in an attempt to make himself appear humble in her presence. Making her feel like she was the most treasured being on the earth would open her heart to the monster and allow him access to the most private issues. His eyes flickered in an irregular dance as he prevented himself from making direct eye contact. It was only when her cinnamon form surged forward that he glanced at her, the feeling of her wet sniffer against his shoulder blade causing an inaudible purr to grow in his chest. Luckily for him, every single action he allowed her to see would add to the image of his fondness of her. Her words, so sweet, so melodious, tickled his domes with a delightful giggle though her paws pushed her backwards from her form. Now he straightened his body again, searching after her with his soft eyes. Silence was once again thrust upon them though it wasn’t for very long as once again the fae was moving; a single step towards him. And that was all the information her needed to know that she was his. The forward movement didn’t last for long, as her paws were stilled almost instantly. She had become as sheepish as him and realising that she was going to need a firm shove in the right direction, Harries lifted his charcoal pillars, moving slowly yet gracefully towards her. His head rested elegantly upon his sturdy neck, but his eyes remained on her. Soon his form was before hers, her warming breath reverberating off his ivory chest and parting the fur to reveal vulnerable pink flesh. Another bashful smile pulled his lips across his canines as his maw moved closer towards her pinnae. Once again, temptingly smooth lyrics, coaxing her, fell from his jaws. ”Care to take a walk with me, Miss?” |
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- Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia December 11, 2013 at 07:21:56 PM
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