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 February 28, 2014 at 04:44:34 AM by Myra
Giggling laughter and ear piercing lyrics ring through the air as the duo pads across the mountain top; her eyes watching with interest as the male’s body tenses and his furs rises with each step she takes closer. Myra’s crystal blue eyes glitter with amusement as the males head swings back to meet hers. “My name doesn’t concern you.” A clouded puff of air escaping his nostrils only accentuating the frustration that filled the males figure. With each word that pours from the girls mouth his ears wilt closer to his head and his face becoming progressively more emotionless which at some point seemed impossible but the brute seemed to disprove everything she knew about their gender. White fur melds together as Myra moves in and rubs along the brujo’s side and pulls away once again to hear the annoyed lyrics drip from his mouth like acid, “Why would I give up my body to protect others? I've done so before and the end result was in them dying. So does it look like I give a damn about others?" The brutes was bringing up past memories and whether they pained him or not it did not matter in the slightest to her. “Oohh, you poor thing. Death is a bitch isn’t it?” The mocking lyrics dribbled from the adulteresses maw like droplets and a sneering smile lit her features in a new light. Whatever intention he had of shedding her like a skin wasn’t working and even though the boys deal seemed appeasing enough she wouldn’t budge easily. The snow gave way and the larger half sat trained on the white powder. The brujo’s words passed through her skull like the air in her nostrils, nothing transferred and made drastic changes in her mindset. “You can’t get rid of me that quickly sweetheart. So tell me your name and we’ll make this as pleasant as possible.” Her mocking tone stronger than before. “Stay for awhile baby”, she croons. |
Replies:
- Paradise on Earth - By Aryan February 28, 2014 at 10:42:04 PM
Love me, to Death - By Myra March 6, 2014 at 01:40:00 AM
Paradise on Earth - By Aryan March 6, 2014 at 03:10:56 AM
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