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 January 4, 2014 at 09:09:30 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 A rumble of laughter vibrated his snowy chest as her overly enthusiastic words spluttered, without confirmation, from her crimson jowls. Hormones were so clearly governing every action, word, thought, emotion that swirled round her shapely figure and the kalik was snapping up every advantage she provided him with. His chocolate lanterns watched intently as she turned without hesitation, tickling his ivory chin with the tip of her tail in a seductively tempting manner. A purr of satisfaction bellowed from his throat as she took off over the earth in a love stricken lope that consisted of stops and starts as her eyes drifted longingly over the landscape. With his lengthy charcoal stilts, Harries had no trouble keeping pace with the smaller maiden and once or twice he would divert his course in order to move closer to her. Gently he pressed his shoulder against hers, mingling their dancing auburn hairs together in a perfect waltz that brought him nearer to his eventual goal. This walk was to be the first of many completed by the pair, in which they would laugh and cry and talk till the sun no longer rested within the clouds. With the information she presented to him, he would also offer small anecdotes of his life allowing her to believe that she knew about him as much as he knew about her. The time and effort spent wooing the naive maiden and training his ever growing sidekick was about to pay off as the final instalment of his plan was about to begin. Reds and purples engulfed the sky as the sun began its slow decent beyond the horizon; the last shards of light blue grappling with the clouds to remain a part of the artistic painting and slowly draining down the landscape. Shadows fell upon the ground like ghostly soldiers, reaching out to grab unwilling victims with their skeletal fingers and drag them into the darkness their lifeless bodies emerged from. The chilling breeze stung like icy teeth as it nipped at the skin of all inhabitants, forcing them into the safety and warmth of their dens; though the weather only helped to provide an edge to the travellers plan. Once again Harries rested with a soldier like posture upon a ledge, the very same ledge he had first met Apollonia and set the wheels in motion. Since then the pair had been on many dates, with wooing and swooning becoming the main focus of their long, leisurely walks. He had showered her in compliments and wrapped her in promises of their future, blinding her from ever allowing respectable thoughts to change her judgement. Such a shame that they were empty and deformed like his own twisted heart. It had become apparent from the last few meetings that the young, hormone filled feya was completely and utterly in love with him and the present dusk brought with it the concluding episode of his masterpiece. Somewhere behind the auburn prince, hiding in the cave that protruded from the rocky chest of the mountain, was the young sidekick Zorion. He had grown in size and strength and was learning very quickly. Soon Harries would set him his first tasks seeing how much he had learnt and whether he continued to be of use. Of course he was going to be introduced to Apollonia, to ensure that his name would remain a secret and that would for now, be the most important job bestowed on the young male. So far the boy of grey and white was pleasing his master undoubtedly and though he praised him for satisfying behaviours he was accomplishing, he would never truly be proud. He wouldn’t want him believing that he could over throw the male’s reign. He would always be made to feel like he relied on Harries and should he dare try to make it on his own... He would fail and failure was NOT allowed. With the winter breeze pinching his face and causing a subtle anger to grow within his chest, Harries pushed off the ground stretching to his full height. His lungs expanded with a sharp intake of cold air as his chest puffed outwards to allow a confident, longing, loving song to ring over the terra. He was calling for her, for his Apollonia. He wanted her to be with him, to intoxicate him with her scent. He couldn’t deny his desires any longer and each step of his plan had gone without a hitch. He would not resist her for another minute. She would be his and his only! Tainted for the rest of her days, a broken treasure for those who would seek her love. |
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- Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia January 5, 2014 at 06:28:37 PM
You can't resist the urge to love me. - By Harries. January 10, 2014 at 09:33:45 PM
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