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 11, 2013 at 07:21:56 PM by Apollonia
Hormones raging, her mind was shut off and her heart had taken control of the reins. Her russet pelt hid the flush that had covered her skin, but her pleasure at his compliments and apparent flattery was obvious. Her slow forming smile grew as her temperature raised. As his orbs twinkled, a small glimmer escaped from her lips, thinking that her charm had caused such a thing. So young, so innocent, so naïve. She did not know the ways of the world, nor the ways of brutes. It was because of this that she had become smitten so quickly. Her blood was rushing and with it coursed the adrenaline that was making her system haywire. Seconds turned to moments turned to minutes of silence. Once that was surprisingly comfortable… and thrilling. Exciting. Electrifying. She took pleasure out of watching his eyes course over her body, admiring her curves, and … there it was again. A heat, a warmth, a thrill within her lower abdomen. A wriggling, uncomfortable feeling that she had never felt before. Until, of course, she had met this one. Never before had she felt a yearning… an attraction… for another. Until she had met this one. Was this love? The immediate connection? The undeniable pull toward the lupine opposing her? Perhaps it was because of her loneliness. Ever since Lycaon had gone to fight for the health and prosperity of Cold Summers, she had been alone, utterly alone. Her mind had become crazed, hoping for another to join her, supply her with at least a small piece of comfort. But there had been no others… Lokii had disappeared, Odessa had taken over the pack and was too busy for her, and Lolita had betrayed her by wounding her heart thoroughly and deeply. It had softened her heart and opened her up to the manipulation of others. Perhaps it was her father’s absence - with Lycaon absent, Apollonia’s training had ceased. Though she had continued on with what he had taught her, he had failed her when he was most needed – to train her of the ways of the world. To tell her about all the horrible things that were out to get her, to tell her to be careful with her heart and who she trusted. Daddy had promised that he would always be there for her to protect her and care for her. And he had left and the empty hole where he once resided… quickly became filled with Harries. Daddy issues… what better victim could the kalak have found? Harries bowed toward her and she lowered her gaze humbly and after her brief touch to his shoulder, she retreated, but he rose and moved toward her, holding her gaze, commanding her thoughts. He was so close to her that her breath moved his coat, so that a glimpse of skin was just barely visible. And then it returned – his handsome smile that quickly disarmed her and kept any intelligent thoughts from coming to the forefront of her him. Care to take a walk with me, Miss? His words entered her pinnae on the softest, sweetest of breaths that warmed the single ear that was graced with it. She practically melted as all strength left her limbs and it was merely the will to look strong in his presence that kept her upon her four paws. “Of course!” Her words were immediately, too enthusiastic, and nervously she glanced away. ‘”What I mean to say is that yes… I would greatly enjoy such a thing.” Looking up, her lips parted and curled into a grin once more. Without waiting for a response, she turned away from him, the tip of her plume curling up so that the last few hairs on its tip would graze his chin in what she hoped was a smooth, confident action. Her path would lead her down the slope of the mountain swiftly if that was what she wanted… but this time… her trip would be slow. Leisurely. Lackadaisically, she coursed over the soil, stopping every once in a while to stare out at the surrounding landscapes that lay below them. It was perfect… Azura |
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