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 April 13, 2014 at 09:05:47 PM by NeMO
 It was not an unnatural thing to see NeMO outside of Andere. With hardly any vargs to pull in the meat there, the alabaster brute had always steered clear of meetings with the other members-- after all, the only time that he had really participated in a meeting he had been given too much attention by the females; which also included Cade shoving her good looking face right into his. But that had been a while back, and the varg they knew then, the respectful boy who never spoke unless spoken to had shattered, cutting himself down with the broken pieces of the mirror he had once been. A sort of craze had taken him over, melding him into a creature not even he knew. He was going off a whim, having made himself into what he found to be terrifying. Why not strike fear in others with the thing that caused his own blood to clot in his coppery veins? Days had passed since his ascent into adulthood, and the male was definitely now in his prime. Muscles rippled underneath his snow-white cloak, bringing to light just how powerful a wallflower could turn out to be. How many lives had he taken int he past week? He knew not the answer to this inquiry, and could not tell even if his life depended on it. He had just gone a sort of killing binge, murdering anything that was in sight after convincing himself that the thing that kept Eric alive was to be his only source of life as well. Blood. It was bad. A young vampire who could not control the bloodlust that he had shied away from before; it was indeed a dangerous mix. Of course, NeMO hadn't been converted entirely yet... he was just convincing himself that he was crazed for it. The funny thing is that when the brain is forced into believing something, it automatically switches to it, believing it to be something that cannot be taken back. That is entirely the truth and nothing but. Beneath that scarlet armor the snowy killer had built over the top of his strong bones was the same NeMO who had respect for all those that moved, that bowed his head if he accidentally offended another. But he would need to be 'tamed' for such a thing to come back into existence. And whatever that taming was, who knew? Not NeMO. His pillars were now deciding their own course. At first he had wanted to return back to Andere-- confide in Eric if he could find him (after all he had taken on Cade's job for chasing away a challenger... though the newly dubbed adult had faith that he would not fail that hard-headed woman in the least bit). That, obviously had not occurred. Instead he had been led to the same place where Clover had taken her last breaths before he had been forced to follow her scent back to Andere and join their family. That was a lie. He hadn't been forced, he had merely not wanted to be alone, for fear that the guards of his horrible father would come looking for him once more-- another reason as to why he had turned out the way he was now. All in all, NeMO had been searching for a path to put himself on the whole entire time that he had been in Andere. After not being able to find one for the longest time, the male had chosen his own, and was struggling to keep it that way-- he was being overrun with his own faults. Every deadly sin was weaved carefully into his pelt, hidden from sight when only glanced at, but definitely there if one hung around him for an extended amount of time. However NeMO was not alone here, though he had been unconciously seeking out a place of solace so that he would not be bothered by that insane craving that lusted for the metallic taste of warm fluid rushing down his larynx. His first clue to this being was the sound of footfalls increasing speed. NeMO instinctively ducked low, allowing the night to hide his shape in the shadows. Of course it wouldn't work as well as he wished it to-- his pelt was too white for such a thing to be entirely trustworthy, but at least he had been close enough to a shrub of some sort to conceal his physique. He watched as this femme he had come across chased heartedly after a firefly, catching it under her walker and finally ingesting it. NeMO almost gagged. How disgusting. A part of him understood her curiosity at such a creature-- but this part of him was dull and close to being erased from him entirely, so he paid no attention to it. He stood back up as she looked around at her sides, checking to see perhaps if she was going to suddenly take on the same qualities as the insect itself. How childish could you get? Lucky for this woman of light that he was still stuffed from his last outbreak of addiciton. The yearning for the crimson substance was dulled, although his talons, he admitted, ached when the idea of ripping open her throat was brought upon his thought process. The demon born of a King and a concubine slid forward, becoming visible to her eyes as seh was facing the exact direction in which he had come from-- the reason as to why he had dropped to the soil so suddenly. Silver-line russet watchers slid to her feminine build, taking in her size and guessing her age if he could. Easier said than done, he found. His words found the atmosphere before he even knew that he was thinking of speaking them. With no blood on his cloak after a grooming at Leisure Lake, he would appear harmless. NeMO had been born with the pelt of a creature only virgins were visited by-- the oxen-hooved unicorn. His feminine form and angular face made him look more like a fae as well, giving the impression that a part of him was maternal almost. Only bait to lure in those who least expected him to turn on them. What brings a miss to be alone when the sun is hurtling beneath the horizon? She need not be worried. Although a stranger, NeMO had abandoned his thoughts of crushing her tiny form with his incisors, and instead meant only to heighten his skills at deceiving. After all, it was important to learn such a thing so that later on, he could pursue one without even being suspected of ill intentions. He must have decided it then-- that his inner self would be the self that he would fool others with. And he played it out perfectly in front of this one now. Charming, handsome, quiet and strong-- the perfect knight in shining armor. Who would suspect that a vampire was a wolf in sheep's clothing? |
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- Come with me and take my hand, I'll lead you to a wonderland... - By Mizuki April 14, 2014 at 02:47:04 AM
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