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 July 8, 2014 at 11:41:00 PM by PYREO
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It was no bloody secret to Pyreo - the world they lived in was a heartless disaster factory, scheming and laughing as its fingers crafted each and every second. He knew this, he’d seen the very heart of this planet. In all its blackness, its bottomless indifference, Py had sat and watched… tweaked a thing here and there… as every damn prediction he made came to light (or dark). Wolves had sworn on their families as noblemen and not a day later fallen to kiss the devil. It was pathetic. But useful… so very useful. A devilish glint hardened the ash borns eye’s. He didn’t trust anyone. Not a freaking soul. On top of that seething, hollow mountain, Pyreo had seen hell - it was swallowing the earth whole. But fuck that, you see, the white demon had always been a tad… competitive, and on that day he’d picked his fight with the devil. Whatever it came to, HE would NOT be tricked or fooled or caught. Maybe that was why not a single humane feeling had crossed his charred soul since puphood - if you want to beat the devil you must be colder, sharper and harder than he. And Py was an unforgiving force of nightmares. Dark amber eyes swallow the king as he coughs a splutters. How sad. There had been one thing that he had allowed his mind to explore rather leisurely: the concept that perhaps there was a brand of immunity within the wolf species, the rare few individuals who might die, free of the tainted souls which so many bore to their final resting place. His journey to this place had appeared a wast of time until he had discovered Abendrot. Amidst a kingdom of soft hearted, weak souled fools… there was a dwelling of different material. Kershov had been a source of intrigue for Py - perhaps here was a wolf who could finally defy what he had seen. No, the weathered and worn monarch was a smoky pile of rubble already. Fascinating how he was able to feel nothing but simmering anger for the king. In front of him stood a creature who had gotten as far, if not further than Pyreo had ever done, but still, the bone carved animal looked on with childish disappointment. Shit, the demon even knew he was losing it… But Py didn’t care - it was all or nothing and this formidable ruin of a wolf was a resounding black hole. A loud laugh shot from the ashy fiend’s accessorized mouth. “Oh, very good. Very noble of you” he chuckled even though Py doubted Kershov was aiming for noble. “So you want me to kill you?” Sarcasm dripped from his jaws like blood so often did, but even as Pyreo rolled out his lyrics in the stuff, he searched in vain for another mocking retort. Well, he would give it to Kershov… king was good. He wanted to disappear, save HIMSELF from the fiery hands that stroked his war ridden fur. That was Pyreo, the annoyed mask slipping back into place. He was a practical man, if something was useful, a tool, he would swipe it into his possession - living or not. If it wasn’t, then the ivory canid would “throw it out”, if it was living, kill it. A savage snarl curled at the wolf’s black lips, but no gravely sound escaped, rather words of the richest and most tantalizing tone were born, one by one. “No. I won’t. You, my friend, are like a phenomenon of the natural world. Wither and fade as you must - but I’ll have you alive rather than dead”. Raising his neck as if to contemplate a piece of his particularly fine work, ironically handsome and pristine save for the bloody stains in his mouth, Py grinned. “You’re welcome. I believe I’ve just saved your life”. Oh, how very witty he was. One, the king appeared to set no value on his life anymore and two, insane or not, he was still very much in the warm blooded category. Then, something very strange happened - the cruel, mirthless, horrible wolf called Py felt… FELT a twinge of, no not guil, perhaps pity but more along the lines of obligation. Kershov had done well. He’d had his party - and a good one - but now he was pulling the kill switch himself, before the “fun” got sour. For a brief flicker of peace, Py envisioned what the world might be like if all wolves would jump up and say, “alright, I’m done” like little machines, before they could turn weak and wicked. Well, not such a happy image as he would have thought, there would just be nothing productive to do anymore… still, Kershov was showing a brand of control that Py just simply hadn’t seen before. “Make you a deal, Snow Rabbit”, Py sighed gruffly, without a trace of sarcasm, mocking, or even a sneer. “You want to disappear? Deal with your haunts in solitude?”. The lean white canine’s eyes darkened as if he was about to regret being as close to “sentimental” as he could, or would, ever get. “I can make you disappear from your band of pawns, from anyone you need. But tell me, why should I? See, you have something…” of mine he almost said, “… something that I want. And I’m gonna get it, one way or the other - if it costs me every last drop of blood, I’ll have it out of your outstretched claws - but why not make it simpler for the both of us…”. OOC - I’m assuming we are still going with the plan? If not then ignore whatever you need in your reply and email me to slap me into the right direction hahahahahhaa. |
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- THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV July 15, 2014 at 03:47:52 PM
INFERNO- By PYREO August 3, 2014 at 04:11:59 AM
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