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.


I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good


Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The large black brute was no fool and he did not fall into this female’s tricks, though he did find her ways of attempting to scare him or even startle him amusing. It was more exciting than the usual niceties and “Hello, how are you nice to meet you” boring deal that so many opened up conversations with. If he was honest he probably would have walked away from the femme if she had been as boring as the rest of the world seemed to be. But she was interesting and he wanted to have with her. The male held in a laugh when she hissed out the word sweetheart, clearly upset by his choice of wording. Padfoot wanted to have fun with her, not to actually piss her off so he made sure to not even let out a chuckle at her annoyance, his grey orbs staring into her own blue ones. They were a sharp contrast to her snow white pelt that blended into the surroundings.

The male watched as her slim form walked in front him, admiring the obvious beauty that she was. Even though she was smaller than he was, Padfoot could tell that she was a well-muscled female and that she must be a challenge in a fight. His audette’s perked at her last words, “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.” He stayed silent for a moment, shaking some of the freshly fallen snow from his own pelt as he chose how to go about talking with her. It was clear that she was no boring femme as the rest he had encountered, she had personality that he was already enjoying and the fact that she seemed to be a warrior was another good aspect in his mind. ”Who’s to say that ghosts aren’t real? Maybe you and I just haven’t met one yet. Perhaps we may even meet one up here. I am sure many have foolishly had to leave their corpses up here.” His own large paws drifted through the snow, circling her, but not in a threatening way. He was curious about her and wanted to see if there was any scent of a pack or a mate or anyone else upon her pelt. Whatever vargs she may have been around before their scents were stale. ”But, darling, tell me, why would you want to hurt me? You don’t even know me yet. Surely you will want to wait for a reason before doing such a deed as that.” He purred the words, his instinctual flirting side coming out around the attractive female.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3


【Padfoot – Soldier – Chained by None – Violet】


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