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...
IP: 167.206.17.113
Posted on September 22, 2015 at 09:26:56 PM by Padfoot
Mischief Managed  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Life had always been an adventure for the male, taking each day like a new discovery and not being one to dwell in the past. He had not had the best upbringing and he knew that, but he honestly didn’t care, he was better than that. Better than most out there actually when he was honest, which he always was. He was also a scatterbrain, not taking much time to dwell on a topic long enough to get upset by something. Life was too fun anyways to dwell in the past and let it bother you. What was the point of living if you couldn’t enjoy it? Sometimes he had been told that he could enjoy life a little too much, but he had never been concerned with others opinions. Something that could get him into trouble depending on the crowd he happened to be with. The brute did not stay with one group for long though, traveling here and there and everywhere and just trying to enjoy life as he went on. It was not hard for the brute to do, one as handsome and charming as himself. He was used to getting whatever he wanted and enjoyed that greatly. And so his travels had brought him to a new place, one he had never visited before. His large black paws padded through the trees, alert to any that may be nearby and to his surroundings. He had made the mistake of stumbling into a pack’s territory without permission more than once, and had to get himself out of sticky situations. Some packs were kind and forgiving and even let him stay for a little while, others were not as kind and often resorted to violence to deal with trespassers. So far though he had not gotten himself into a situation that he had not been able to handle, even when he was a held prisoner at a young age. There was not much that could bother him and make him worry. Padfoot often had a grin on his features, even in more sensitive and dangerous situations, always enjoying the adventures he got himself and others in. One of the only things that could actually bother the male was when he thought of the friends he had lost. He owed his life to his friends, they helped him escape from the torturous prison he had been kept in for a long time, and without them he never would have survived. And he had not seen his friends in a long time. Some of them were dead, and some were lost. As long as he didn’t think about them too much, he was okay and could handle anything, but it was when those memories and thoughts came up that he would get bitter and angry and violent. The male had been driven to lashing out and attacking others on more than one occasion when it came to his friends and their dignity and spirit. Despite his seemingly flighty attitude he was fiercely loyal to those that he thought deserved it, but there were not many those that were worthy of his trust and friendship and he did not give it often. But dwelling on that would not help right now, and he focused his grey orbs on his surroundings. Even though summer was ending it was getting cooler and it was clear that fall was starting soon, leading to the inevitable snows of winter. Padfoot liked it better when it was cold, his thick, shaggy black pelt did not do well in the warm, and he often traveled to colder areas when possible. It seems that his liking of the cold had led him to a colder area of these lands, and he could see snow on a mountain up ahead. His direction changed to head straight to it, hoping to find an area to make a den in and be able to relax in the cooler climate. His scarred face looked up towards the top of the mountains when he reached the bottom, a smile on his features as he began to climb, easily jumping up with his powerful hind limbs. As the brute got higher and higher the air got cooler and cooler and there was more and more snow. And he was in his element and he was happy. OOC: sorry for the crappy post, it’s my first one with him and I’m still getting a feel for his character, but he will get better I promise ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- Diving into Destruction - By Aviias November 27, 2015 at 11:14:03 PM
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