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 10, 2014 at 09:33:45 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 The scrambling of frantic paws tugged the bat like dishes to attention on the crown of the traveller’s domed cranium. A smile, masked with love, hid the underlying lust to bring pain upon the love stricken maiden. His chocolate orbs, so rich and deep, landed on the russet feya as she bolted towards him, whispers of his name floating on the chilling breeze. Though she was hesitant, her paws braking a mere step away from him, she allowed her skull to brush against his chin as if they were meant to fit together. In unison the pair inhaled, taking in the scent of the other and as Harries did so his eyes slit in a dangerous manner; much like a snake eyeing up its prey. ’Harries… I know why you wanted to meet here. I feel the same way. Harries… I love you.’ The feya was soon in front of him, meeting his line of view. Pupils dilated instantly, removing the villainous mask and painting the same look of love on his features. The smile that spread tightly across her mandible and maxilla was beginning to drive the monster insane; his mask becoming ever shaky as the moment neared. The sensation in his groin was beginning to grow and the muscles in his hind legs were quivering with anticipation. Time to make my move! With a purr of excitement growing in his chest, the kalak moved forwards slowly as a tender smile fell upon his features. In a matter of seconds the male was before her, perfume radiating from her form. Tenderly the maned monarch pressed his forehead against the russet ess, the first ’affectionate’ move he had made in the months they had spent together. The purr that had been resting in his chest finally escaped, vibrating his head against hers. After rubbing his cranium against hers for a few seconds, he moved ever so slowly dragging out the seductive movements... Teasing her, tempting her. His muzzle moved towards her ears as his lips revealed ivory daggers. Gently he nibbled on her pinna getting stronger and stronger as he continued to bite. A small spot of blood trickled down the lass’ ear which landed on his tongue and almost instantly he began to lick, cleaning the wound. Then again, he moved. His nose came down to hers to press against it and his tongue slithered up her mouth, reaching her own sniffer and hiding behind his teeth once again. His eyes looked directly into hers, wavering on her gaze for a few seconds. Soon his nape was heading towards her scruff, as if he were about to hug and pull the teen into his chest. Slowly, as to not alarm the vixen, his lips receded once again allowing the pearly soldiers to escape. As he had done with her ear, he began to nibble; starting off slow and gaining speed and strength until his teeth were well and truly grappling with the stretchy flesh at the crook of her neck. A savage snarl was dragged from his throat as he bit down hard hoping to hear the girl scream. He wanted her to squeal in pain and yet he did not want to cause her injury enough that it would harm his offspring, when he had finally planted them. Pressure was soon applied to the girl’s neck forcing her head to move towards the floor in a sort of bow position. He released then, tasting iron on his teeth but before she had time to stand and escape, the traveller moved around her in order to block her exit route. She had nowhere to run! ”Oh my dear, Apollonia. My sweet, sweet darling.” The deep, booming tones that once allured the young vixen now hinted the danger she was in. A threat lingered in his voice. ”You wished so much for the love that you had never received, not from your birth parents, not from Lycaon or Lolita, that you fell head over heels for the first traveller who showed you the slightest bit of interest. Naivety was your downfall and look where it has gotten you? The words you so desperately want to hear will never fall from my lips and yet we will be bonded in a way you could never image.” His paws moved towards her, a devilish smirk plastered on his lips. ”I have a plan for you my darling and you will be part of that plan; like it or not!” With a growl lingering on his lips, the stilted male lunged towards the teen hoping to frighten her and abuse her without causing any long term damage. His body hit hers with enough force to knock her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her slightly and leaving her open to his attacks. His body towered above hers as she squirmed uneasily on the floor, a sardonic grin plastered on his maw. ”Tut, tut, tut my dear, look at the mess you have gotten yourself in to.” Soon his paw was placed on her chest, claws unsheathing slightly to puncture the skin only slightly. Droplets of blood once again stained his nails and a grumble of pleasure shook his vocal tract. His muzzle was soon upon her fur, biting and tearing to reveal vulnerable flesh in different places along her body. His domes perked, gasping to hear every murmur of agony released from her lips. The thrill of her fear and suffering beneath his paws was almost too much to handle but he continued to gnaw on her body and draw precious blood from her. With adrenaline building in his veins the male could wait no longer. Soon the brute sank his teeth once again into the teen’s scruff, dragging her upwards. Once she was on her feet, the male moved his muzzle to her pinna, whispering violently into her ear. ”If you make a noise, move or try to fight, I will kill every single wolf you have ever cared about... Starting with your dearest Daddy. I have wolves on my side, lots of wolves, enough to take down your weak and injured father. And then you will truly be alone.” His stilts moved him round her body in an agonisingly slow movement. His body brushed against hers as his tongue coursed over the revealed flesh. Soon he was behind her, partaking in normal mating activities in order to make her receptive and once he was satisfied that he would be accepted he mounted. His claws raked her sides and underbelly as he gripped to her trembling body. His teeth found a comfortable seat on her scruff yet again, pulling and ragging it about as if it were a dead rabbit. His hind legs slotted against hers as his claws found her ankles and he pushed on, longer and longer until certain that she had been impregnated. The tie was made and after what seemed like a lifetime, the pair separated. Taking pleasure in her discomfort, the male refused to give the maiden a break. Instead he pushed Apollonia towards the cave in which Zorion was currently hiding, biting and nipping her harshly in order to assert his dominance. He bumped his sturdy frame against hers causing bruises to from under the fur, forcing her into the darkness of the den. Unbeknown to her, the male would repeat the mating process many times that night. There would be no chances of her not receiving his seed. |
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