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.


Diving into Destruction

//Demolition of a delicate kind\\


After her most recent altercation with that little snake Kukkanen, Aviias had decided to retire to a place nearly as cold as herself. She loved a good battle of wits, but she loved her personal space more. And the chill of the mountain was rather calming. She always took time for herself, even when she had been a part of the largest and greatest pack in the region. She rarely showed her face other than to harass someone at the border or pack meetings, or to attend to the beckoning of her mighty king. Aviias huffed, a puff of mist gathering in front of her face and lingering in the cold air. Her dear Kershov, how dare he take a queen other than herself. And his great apology? To offer her Enigma's position as beta. The biggest f-you he had to offer. Even if Enigma was a grade-A pain in the ass, and even if it would have caused Aviias great pleasure to take the title for herself just to piss the little worm off, it simply wasn't enough. Avi wanted the power - she needed it - and even more than that, she could have handled it. She could have been the best queen. After all, she had been his first official pack mate. She had worked under him for many years to build the great kingdom of Abendrot. Yet who got to be the queen? Some common wench who just so happened to stroll in on Kershov's one and only annual 'good day.' Why couldn't Kershov see that Aviias was the obvious choice? The better choice? The right choice? Last she had heard on the wind from Abendrot was that Scarlet had nearly gotten herself killed in a fight with a challenger and then found out that she was carrying the spawn of her demon king. What utter incompetence.

What the hell did Scarlet Nights have that I don't? And what kind of name is Scarlet Nights anyway? What were her parents tripping on? I was there from the beginning. I was a welcomed challenge. I kept him on his toes and his soldiers in line. And what's my grand thank you? An offer to forever be nothing but second best.

Aviias mumbled to herself, acid dripping from each word. She could barely choke out the name of Kershov's lover. Could she even call Scarlet that? Did he really even love her? Probably not. The bond Aviias had with Kershov was forged from years of begrudging teamwork, mutual respect, sarcastic banter, intellectual stimulation and tested patience.

And you lost it all for a scarlet whore. I hope you're happy old man.

Now, Aviias had always prided herself on her abilities in the field of espionage - it was what she had been trained for - but somewhere in her musings her senses had nearly failed her. The ebony varg was almost upon her before she could pull her head from the clouds and rejoin planet Earth. A deep inhale told her that her new companion was a man on a mission. She contemplated letting him go by without trouble - he had obviously not seen her camouflaged in the snow - but the thought quickly vanished. Why would she pass up another chance to mess with someone's head? Who was she if not a nuisance? With a man-eating grin Aviias rose her haunches from the ground and began to walk out quietly behind the larger brute. Her pale orbs gleamed as she schemed quickly and chuckled lowly.

Afternoon, stranger. What are you doing so far up the mountain on your own? It can be pretty dangerous here - some might even say haunted. Tell me, big boy, do you believe in ghosts?

Aviias spoke clearly, an eerie edge to her faux-sweet voice. The wind and mist whirled around her as it always did, ruffling her coat and distorting her image to another's eyes. It was sure to confuse her new target and perhaps make him question his beliefs.

By the time she was done with him he may not believe in ghosts, but he'd sure as hell believe in monsters.


//Could be the devil in a clever disguise\\

Aviias x Vixen x 6 Years x Tortured by Kershov x Chained to None x No Spawn
Ex-Espionage for Mighty Abendrot

Puppet of Morgin


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