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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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ALWAYS
IP: 162.156.111.243
Posted on May 21, 2014 at 02:32:40 PM by KAPLAN

Built with one promise high,
towering corridors and ceilings of sky.
Always, he swore and there, behold:
The City of Gold
K A P L A N
Male || Adult || No mate || Saw Tooth || Soare

The chill first penetrated the tiger-wolf�s luxurious robes as the last light slid from the crystallized air. He was a looming shadow - stripes and yellow eyes lost in the ghostly silhouette. That silhouette - blurred and somewhat lost to the leaking darkness - was more defined than Kaplan�s impending future, his plans, his belonging. And it was a dreadful, soul-sucking monster of an internal night. It was a new attire, a brand new decoration. Kap stood, shrouded in mist, watching the girl with equal parts concern and weariness. Her vulnerability tugged at his heart, demanding his attention and driving him from the fibbers of being to be by her side in an instant. It was with tired resignation, however, that the shadowy lupine reflected her words. It seems I have no choice but to accompany you, so I must hope that my trust in you will not be misplaced . Twisting from the shoulders to study (without any success) the path back down, Kaplan felt exhaustion seep through his muscles, more vicious and unyielding than the cold. It was all they could ever do wasn�t it? Just hope. Like the elusive stars in that white void, trust was a precious light seldom truly seen, or truly had. He might have known it before, but the surest thing was that his journey to this wonderland had been fed off of a knowledge: those who selflessly devote are often the first to feel the pain.
Moments passed, the varg turned away from the young fae - it drew on until it seemed he would disappear into the mist, leaving the young doe alone amidst a deadly world of the purest white. In the seconds that marked the passing blood - chilled and sluggish - in Kaplan�s veins, a sad truth was vehemently stated: all must fail eventually, their bodies, minds, souls tire and fade and submit to their wounds� Maybe he was finished, maybe he was done with caring until you bled out from the inside - but not today. The fragile wolfess introduced herself - Edelweiss - in a stronger voice than was her state. It was - as though delivered in a bought of unearthly mercy - a breath of summer.
Edelweiss, he said in a quiet, heavy voice. Such a precious gem should never be misplaced - he longed to sigh that there was no guaranty his burdened and tested soul could do her any good, that there was a terrifying gap in his chest which might just engulf everything around - I�m happy to meet you, though I wish circumstances were different. It was so fogged in there was nearly no rotation visible as Kaplan turned to face Eldelweiss. Some of the discomfort that had been obvious before appeared to be eased. There was a part of the titanic wolf that grasped desperately to what had been the essence of his life up until a season ago. How was one ages� after all, still very much within his prime, Kaplan couldn�t have been terribly older than the lady, yet the wear and tear of life was already etched into his bone. He took it hard, there was only weakness in his invisible scars - it shouldn�t have been in his make-up, and for that� the striped boy drove his self into inward daggers and swords until so much more felt broken. He could help her though, that he could do.
Well, where would you like to go? Is home a reasonable distance from here? That leg will only get tighter with the cold, if it�s more manageable we will make do with whatever suitable shelter comes along. A ravaged glance down the path he had come suggested it would be the easiest way to proceed. Kaplan beckoned the fae on, turning and remaining close enough so that should she need to lean she could, but enough in front to force the snow out of her way.

Talking talking talking

.::.C I T Y O F G O L D.::.

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