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 November 6, 2015 at 09:03:00 PM by Kalgalath
 Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice Night had fallen and daylight had broken the eternal darkness time and time again. Though he had offered up to her his thoughts and feelings, revealing his intentions to woo her, he had failed much in that aspect. He had planned for her to recover under his care, with Hellene's guidance of course. He had planned to spend every night talking to her for hours, getting to know her. Surprising her with flowers and gifting her with bouquets of flowers and exotic meals that he had to search far and wide for... but instead time had held him still and ran on past. Each day there was more to do - the storm that had come had felled a multitude of trees, and he and some of the other had had to push them from their normal paths. The boundary had to be remarked... and then there was the problem of the ongoing silence. Though he had sent his wolves to the four corners of Blossom Forest to make new alliances or renew old ones, nothing had changed. All of the terra was silent and still, and it was rather eerie. No longer was there the rush and bustle of the summer's liveliness. No longer were there pups running rampant, prey aplenty... something was happening deep in the roots of the ground and it seemed all had gone into hibernation. Perhaps not to sleep, but all were preparing for something, though it was impossible to tell for sure what that something was. A feeling of dread passed through him every once in a while whenever he came upon a scent he didn't know or whenever he now travelled to the plateau to hunt. Prey was getting scarce... far earlier into the year than he had expecting. Though the temperatures were cooling at night, winter's grasp was still far off. So, he had started to stockpile. He had strenuously dug out some burrows that would do for smaller mammals and chased them into his terra only to not kill them. He had worked with Hellene to find good sources of oats and grasses that would attract herbivores and carefully dug them up, replanting them in his own lands. But still he did not hunt within his own terra - that was to be a last result. And Kalgalath feared that he would end up needing to use this sacred resource. Would the predators live to see the day when they filled all of their prey? He hoped not, for the end should not be for a while longer yet. Still, he felt much relief that he had at least taken steps to preventing their starvation should anything occur. Occasionally he came upon the carcasses of small vermin and birds, picked clean - no doubt from the teeth of vargs in his own pack though he had only come across Hellene as of late. He was not worried so much as to warn them not to have the occasional snack within their packgrounds, but if prey plateau continued to dwindle in its numbers, they would need to be careful indeed. Later and later into the day had his sleeps been running on as the fiery ball of light rose increasingly later in the day. But today was different - Kalgalath had risen from his bed early, the chilling autumn air which usually lulled him to sleep instead made him acutely aware of the bare ground beside him where she had spent the night with him. Indeed, he had told her of his intentions to woo and court her... but then they had not seen each other for nearly two months now. How had so much time passed? How was it that he had not seen the fae that was constantly on his mind for two months? How had he allowed that much time to pass? It was nearly inconceivable. Rising from his grove, he moved swiftly through its dense branches, a smile stuck firmly upon his maw as he thought of her. A gift - yes that would be right. He had meant to bring her so many, but today would be the start of it all. A gift to apologize for his absence and for the lack of romance that he had promised her all those weeks ago. A gift as a promise for a better future, and after all wouldn't she still need it? How had she been fairing without him? It was not as though Kalgalath thought that she could not care for herself, but in his mind she was still frail and thin, though with an inner strength he could not deny. His smile only grew as he thought of their first meeting when he had fed her fish - yes, that would do quite nicely indeed. Moving to the stream that ran through the center of his territory, he stood in the frigid waters, one paw raised steadily until a fat trout, lazy and slow, crossed between his legs only to get skewered upon his daggers as he struck the water's surface. Swiftly he transferred it to his maw and bit down hard, breaking its neck and ending its suffering before he started off, his nares ignoring the scent of fish before it to find her path. When at long last he found it, it was weak but still he followed it, his heart sinking as he realized it led out of his terra. Has she left me? Fear struck his heart and whipped at his hindquarters, starting him into a flat out gallop toward her. The cold air stung his eyes and he blinked furiously, erasing the tears that sprung from them. His heart threatened to fail him as he ran but he did not care - he only wished to find her before she disappeared from his life forever. His pads grasped onto the ground beneath his feet and he ran straight up the slope of Misty Mountain, the slipping rocks causing him to stumble and falter, scrapping his feet, and when he reached the peak he was trembling with exhaustion but could not breath, for there she was before him, but not as the varg that he knew. Instead she was filled out, muscled, healthy. Quietly, he approached her from behind and lowered his belly to the earth, placing the fish upon the earth with a whimper. A plea. "Please don't leave me..." .................................................................................................................................................................................... **adult*male*ALPHA - Aurora Borealis*tied to |
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