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.


Valar Morghulis: All Men Must Die

What do we say to the god of death? Not today.


The young naïve femme still did not realize the danger that she was in, still thought that brute saved her from some horrible fate, when really it was he that had put her in the dangerous predicament to begin with. Her mind was still foggy as she began to wake up, not remembering that it was the brute before her that had pulled her under the waters and had almost drowned her. She felt uneasy and nervous, almost afraid, but she would not let the fear cut its way into her. ”Fear cuts deeper than swords.” Even if she was afraid she would not let this brujo see it, she was good at hiding these things from others. Her yellow orbs scanned the cave-like space they two lupines were occupying. She could see that a storm was blowing outside, snow coming down hard, and her breath came out in mists in front of her face. She tried to control her breathing, to not panic. Why had this brute taken her here and what was his purpose with her? Had he kidnapped her? Her mind was finally starting to clear and she beginning to realize the danger that she was in.

Finally Nymeria spoke again, boldly asking the brute what he wanted with her. Her yellow orbs stared up into his one black one, a new-kindled fire growing in her as adrenaline began to pump through her veins. The brute spoke as the wind howled from behind the wall of snow that was beginning to build up. “We are miles away from where anybody would hear you scream. You may call me ‘sir,’ if you wish. And as for what I want . . .you will find out soon enough.” The last words were spoken slowly and threateningly, with a growl deep in his throat. Something held her frozen in place, unable to run or move or act in anyway, as the brute continued to speak. “I will not apologize, little miss, because I do not feel sorry for what I am going to do . . . so instead I will offer my most sincere gratitude.” Now there was something truly terrifying about the brute and the femme knew she had to get away before something awful happened. There was some gleam in his one eye, something hidden underneath waiting to explode and show its. “Thank you,” he spoke once more. The words made Nymeria’s skin crawl, and without any more hesitation she leapt towards the opening on the cave, hoping the snow was still soft enough for her body to push through it and she could make her escape. She was very fast and hoped to outrun the brute if she caught him by surprise.

But the glacier titan was faster than she was and he hit her before she could get anywhere. His large forepaws both hit her squarely in the side, knocking the wind out of her as she fell to the ground with a huff. Before she could rise to her paws or assess the situation, the brute was hovering over her, straddling his large body over her much smaller one. His teeth were held over her throat and she held her breath, waiting for him to deliver a fatal blow that she had no way of defending or surviving, figuring maybe this was better than slowly pining away as she was before. She had always heard that your life flashes before your eyes when you are going to die, but instead with her time just seemed to stand still, and all she could think of was how much of her family was dead and gone now that she had lost her sister. She thought of her father who was always brave and went down fighting, what would he think of her now? She thought of her trainer that had told her never to go out without a fight. And now here she was, lying helpless on her back with this stranger hovering over her jugular. And she was just going to sit here and take it? Wasn’t going to fight back? Nymeria had always fought back, no matter what the odds were, no matter how much stronger or bigger the enemy was. She may be small but she could still do some damage.

“Start counting backwards from one thousand.” The brutes words, let out around a snarl, brought her back to where she was from her thoughts. The black and white femme let instinct take over and her hind limbs pulled close to her body, getting ready to kick out at the brute’s vulnerable underbelly. The femme was not anticipating the brute to be hard as a rock and just as immovable. She pushed out against him with all her might, trying to move him enough for her to squeeze out and make a run for it. Before she could try and determine another spot of attack pain ripped through her as the brute’s fangs found her forelimb, cutting deep as blood immediately began flowing from the wound. The pain only got worse as the brute pulled her leg at a terrible angle, dislocating it with a pop. Ny tried to be strong and not let her pain show but when her limb was dislocated she let out a scream. Her body squirmed, pushing against him with her hind limbs with renewed strength, trying to get away from him in any way that she could. The femme tried snapping at the limbs that trapped her with her own teeth, but before she could do any damage the brute only made things worse. He lowered to her hindquarters and she tried to squirm away from him now that he was not hovering over her whole torso. Before she could make much progress, her right front limb entirely useless, she felt his fangs dig into her ankle, and before she could react, her had dislocated yet another one of her limbs. The scream she had released before was nothing compared to the sound that escaped her vocals. Ny did not know it was possible to feel this kind of pain, and she would do anything to make it end.

The femme’s entire bodice was shaking with the pain and shock that she was facing. How was she going to get away now? Luckily for her he had dislocated her left hind limb, and not two limbs on the same side of her body. If she could somehow fight back she could hobble away. But there was no way that she could overpower him, especially not now. She tried to shift her body, so she was on her side and not as vulnerable and on her back. When pressure was put on her front dislocated limb to roll onto her side a whimper escaped her, but nothing more. She would not show this brute anymore weakness than she had already done. At this point she was visibly panting, trying not to black out from the pain that was threatening to overwhelm her. ”Are you counting?” The brute’s words made her turn her head and focus back on him. A growl and a snarl showed on her features in response, refusing to give this monster anything. She was small, but tough, and tried to stand and face her tormentor.

OOC: I figured it would be more fun if she still has some fight in her and doesn’t give up too easily ;)


**Nymeria**Ess**Loveless**No Pups**Moondown Shadows**Young Teen**Sister of Lady, Grey Wind, Summer, Rickon, and Ghost**Violet


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