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 March 6, 2014 at 03:10:56 AM by Aryan
Aryan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was enjoying this, a lot. Something in my mind was cracking. I felt my switch being crushed as her words slithered into my ear. Well dear, I'm not one to reject it.Fine. If she wanted to play this game I will. Smoothly I stood up, my frame holding a different posture. Even though I was large for a male it held a regal ness to it. She sat down and spoke again. Now that wasn't so hard, now was it.A smile cracked her face and she looked into my orbs. She wasn't going to find any emotion, but the slight light of a spark of cruelty. She started circling me and her voice reached out again. Since you so gracefully gave your title, I'll give you mine.Her rump lifted into the air in a bow then she rose and whispered her name Myra. then she sat back down. Carefully I placed my paws in the snow, my head still held high. When I got close to her I rubbed up against her side with my own special grin upon my pure facade. Then I rubbed my face against her back going back to rubbing my shoulder against her other side. With a different front my voice smoothed to the elegance it could attain. "Oh no my dear. Thus wasn't hard at all." When I got to her white auds my rose tongue gently licked her ear. I circled close to her once more gently nipping at her scruff and legs. Meeting her face once more, staring her in the eyes. My eyes turned to slits and my cold dead gaze returned. My maw returned to her ear. "I'm not interested in snake women, Myra. " I stalked away from her. A grin came cracking across my face. I was done. No more sense or cap for my temper existed anymore. My golden gaze filled with the deadness I had. The curtains that held my ivories rose up. Snowy stilts held firmly in the snow and my muscles tensed. I've had enough of the banter and foolish display. Temper had replaced my once whorish ways and the plaything I was, I wasn't anymore. Rage flared in my eyes and gut. Alone I Walk Broken ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aryan- Adult- Loveless- Heirless- Of Moondown Shadows-Destinee |
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