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 June 15, 2015 at 10:46:20 PM by Pandemic
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I've found myself venturing away from the sanctity of Saw Tooth more and more as I grow. Sure, it's the place where I grew up but that doesn't mean I have to stay there. I understand that a lot of the wolves there have loyalty to the land and that's all good but what do I have? My parents abandoned me andmy siblings have pretty much disappeared too. I was raised by the former alpha of Saw Tooth who's now dead, may she rest in peace. I never really got to know her other children very well but I know her son's a real prick. He fancies himself the next king of Saw Tooth some day but even he knows he's not ready for it so he let someone else step up. Maybe it's for the best. I don't know any of the other pack wolves save Macaria so where does that leave me? I have no freaking clue. So today I'm exploring outside the borders of Saw Tooth. I find myself wandering closer to the place known as Misty Mountain. There say the mist is so thick here that you can't see a foot in front of you. Sounds mysterious. I push right into the fog, daring myself to pick up the pace. Who knows? Maybe I'll fall off a mountain or something. The snow is cold on my paws the higher I climb but I don't mind much. Anything that's a sensation just reminds me that I'm alive, that I mean something. Maybe I don't feel all that important in Saw Tooth. Sure, I could be a warrior or defend the borders or hunt for them or soemthing but what does that mean to me? I guess I still need to find a purpose in life and maybe I'm just not going to find it there. So instead I'm constantly searching for trouble to get into or something to keep me busy. I stop the minute I find myself at the edge of a peak. My paw slips and I almost lose my balance, a "whoa.." falling from my lips as I rebalance myself and take a step back. I shiver at the thought of falling to my death but not out of fear. No, I quit fearing death a long time ago. I may not even be in my prime yet but sometimes I feel almost old, like I've already experienced too much beyond my years. I stand where I am and lean forward into the wind, letting it ruffle my thick fur as I close my eyes and breath deeply, waiting to see what will happen next. Pandemic.male.young adult.Oriax x Shino.brother to Wesker, Terrowyn, & Arlen.Saw Tooth |
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- whistling their whims on a low fence wire - By Fire Opal June 24, 2015 at 08:08:02 PM
hope they have good balance - By Pandemic June 27, 2015 at 03:06:52 AM
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