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 December 22, 2015 at 04:13:40 AM by Aviias
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//Demolition of a delicate kind\\ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Aviias would be lying if she said she wasn't shocked by how the male had reacted to her. She had seemingly materialized into thin air behind him and the brute barely flinched. If he didn't startle at her sudden appearance, should he not have at least been thrown off by her choice words? Her whispering tone? No. Apparently not. He remained composed and even seemed to be talking back at her. He wasn't taking her seriously at all, he saw past her facade like she was a joke. Was that what she was to him? Did he think she was playing around? And sweetheart? How did he get off calling her that and think he'd get away with it? The two were alone on the mountain top, one good hip chuck and this dark stranger would be gone and probably never found again. Anger bristled inside of the icy demoness but she kept a neutral visage. It was, after all, rather intriguing how this boy reacted to her in a manner no other had. Intriguingly frustrating, that is. First of all, I'm not a sweetheart. Aviias drawled, hissing the pet name like it actually pained her to repeat the word. And as for ghosts, I myself don't believe. Those stories are fabricated by parents to scare pups enough that they stay off the slopes. Aviias' slim, ivory form crept closer as she spoke, slowly revealing herself to her surprise companion. Long legs waded skillfully through the soft snow leaving a trail in her wake. Freshly fallen snow followed in her paw steps to cover her tracks. Head held high and tail out straight, Aviias leveled her oceanic gaze with the larger boy's pools of silver. She hoped to convey the message that she was not to be messed with. Though it shouldn't be ghosts they tell warnings of, ghosts can't hurt you here.The only creature that haunts these cliffs is me. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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 Kharress@gmail.com |
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