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 6, 2015 at 02:47:06 AM by Summer
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_________________________________________________________________________ The brute had made quite the first impression on this femme. He was usually a poised and sure footed brute, not one who would trip over an innocent lupine that was minding her own business. He was embarrassed for his actions and was not surprised by her outburst at him, he deserved it for so rudely tripping over her. Nonetheless, he apologized sincerely to the female, hoping that she would forgive him for his rudeness. He was glad to hear her tone soften and that she also asked if he was okay. The smoky gray brute smiled at her, glad that she had been so easy to appease with an apology. His plume wagged softly behind him as they began to talk. When the brute asked her name she hesitated for a moment, and he was afraid that he had asked too much too soon. To him, giving out his name was no big deal, but he knew that some were shy, and had reasons to keep personal information like a name hidden from strangers. And just because she knew his name did not mean that he was not a stranger to her. Summer was about to tell her that she did not need to tell him her name, but she was already speaking. “Soul, my name is Soul. I’m not from around here…” Her speech paused for a moment before continuing. “Do you know where I could possibly, um…” The brute cocked his head to the side, waiting to see what it was that she was going to ask, but he had an idea. The femme once again paused in her speech before her vocals began again. "You know what? Never mind, forget I said anything. It was nice meeting you, Summer." And without another word the femme turned around, head held high, and began to walk away. Summer stood there in confusion for a moment, not understanding why she was suddenly leaving. The brute thought that she was going to ask if he knew of a place for her to stay, and the clear answer was his own pack, Bright Moon. And so he quickly trotted forward, letting out a quick bark to let her know that he was coming up to her, but not that he was being aggressive. ”Soul, wait!” He called out to her, hoping that she would pause long enough to listen to his words. He didn’t want to cut her off and make her feel like he was trying to trap her, but he continued to speak, hoping that his speech would stop her from walking away if she had not already. ”If you’re interested, I’m actually an alpha of a pack. It’s called Bright Moon and it’s a very friendly and welcoming pack. I bet you would fit right in, if you were interested that is.” He would understand if she would rather go off on her own, or join another pack, but he wanted her to know that his pack was always welcome to newcomers and strangers. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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