INFERNO - " />

At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.




Their masses shuddered into one another suddenly - without any of the natural hesitation that would have taken place amongst… perhaps saner creatures. Py felt the King’s steely chest barrel against his own; a certain satisfaction grimly settled itself as some substantial reference of this “must not be named” beast was finally found. The perfect, immaculate canvas of winter shattered like lake ice and for a fraction in time the two dragon-like canid’s were framed by fracture lines. There were trenches in the snow… remnants of the explosive encounter. Well, whatever he had heard about this cold leader, somehow the extent of his vocal cords had been left out. Some lungs those were; a faint hue of irritation slid over the cold dragon’s face. How ironic, apparently he’d grown much too accustomed to waiting in silence - no need to elaborate on who’s fault that was.

Throwing his own scalding gaze upon the white canine, dissecting every hair and finally finding himself face to face with the King’s cooler gaze, Py chuckled quietly - the sound a pleasant euphemism in the immediate aftermath. Snow rabbit was a little jumpy, wasn’t he? Every muscled rigid in anticipation, not to mention those spitted words. Well, the furry fiend might want to be careful or all his fur would fall out from the stress… He might have said it aloud to another wolf, but the Czar’s words actually pulled the scowling frown back onto Py’s smouldering features. Unlike this Kershov, his own expressions warped themselves as suddenly as a harebrained breeze - each manipulation wickedly controlled and designed so food could be played with, not one remotely honest. And the pallid lupine had expected more. So this was the vampirous sucker who had progressed so GLORIOUSLY FAR in the purge of weak souls - a life mission Py would have sworn as his, and solely his. Now what, come for a heart to heart? I’m surely not the first - a wolf like you should be used to raucous admirers by now. Seeping with humour and sarcasm, the snarky devil’s charisma stood out almost alarmingly against the tone of the meeting. Sure, he’d been bang on - Kershov had come to him, frankly it was embarrassingly easy already. But what he really wanted from the arctic creature now was nothing near to what he’d expected. Before, Py had assumed the demon would simply try to rip him apart, which would have been less complicated. But obviously there was an element missing in his cold hearted calculations. What he needed then, was to know what that was.

I have to inquire - you are wasting much of your time dealing with a “nobody”. The word “nobody” echoed in Pyreo’s hauntingly empty chest cavity, gonging against its sides with something near to resigned patience. There was no part of the icy dragon that desired recognition, he didn’t care whether or not his memory was placed on a pedestal or stamped into a dusty ground - he wanted solutions, answers to the questions he asked of the universe, screamed at it with a ferocious doubt.

As the King’s appearance transformed from unfamiliar to reasonably informative, one regretful observation was swallowed into the depths of pitiless eyes. He could nearly see the spidery filaments that made up Kershov’s inner structure, they were exposed and fragile and easy to SNAP. Instinctively, every itching nerve screamed for the King’s imminent disposal, Py grinned widely at the next proposition - blood stained lips peeling away to reveal a toolbox of dissection utensils. What? Chew me up? Just like I did with your puppet queen?. Stepping forward, unsettlingly dainty, Pyreo wanted to drink in every flash of life within his counterpart’s frozen eyes before there was none left to behold. Structure of life? Don’t make me laugh snow rabbit. This time the ivory varg demanded it, that the King summon up what he had of the formidable condition - the one Py had waited so long to see. He spat out his preferred title, suddenly in all openness acknowledging the vast difference of heritage that separated what might have been two brothers. The structure of life is purpose. Tell me, how many souls do you know that have guarded THEIR purpose with the reverence it requires? As the alabaster carnivore bore his gaze unto the other’s, a sense of bitter resentment accumulated for the King. It hadn’t been hope - such gentle emotions had never set foot inside Pyreo’s uninhabitable soul - but maybe something close to assurance. Now, seeing a carcass of something once unmatched… Py dropped his handsome mask for a moment. It was more fitting after all, in the face of the King’s decorated visage, that the ugliness of the chosen path be in plain sight.

Is this what it comes to?
Pyreo .:. Dragon .:. No ties .:. No heritage .:. Soare


Post a reply:
Password To Edit Post:

Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2000-2018
Our Sites: Wedding address collection  Wedding thank you wording