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'm dreaming of tearing you apart!

When you scream it sounds like a lullaby,

When you beg I get all gooey inside !

He studied her, this midnight beauty who had stumbled upon his massive form. It was near enough to the conclusion of his battle to be stained, his brindled form awash with blood and mud, some of Carnival's fur still clamped in the spaces of his teeth where he had torn her scruff asunder with the might of his throws. This one seemed fierce enough, a possible contender for the bearing of his children should the desire rise in the beast's black heart. He was not a lover, there was no room in the Devil's heart for such nonsense. Heirs, this he understood, and she would make some damn handsome children. Alas, the monster would not seek her out for such things, it was not time.

There are other things to be done, more important things. Her question does not surprise him, though the lack of intelligence it displays is surely not a good sign. His giant cranium tilts, and a wicked - but not so friendly - smile is on his well-made features. Suddenly, faster than an eye can blink or one would believe a wolf of his size was capable of he is on his paws and in her face. Blood stained fangs are in her face as he growls at her for her stupid infantile questioning. His voice is deep and earth shaking when he speaks in a growl that makes him seem demonic, "Do you not see me? You would know if you or anyone knew me!" That deep, resonating voice bounced off the mountains, and boomed out over the land like a roll of thunder.

Perhaps, his rage at her innocence is unwarranted, but he cannot stand such idiocy. Surely, if her parents knew him she would have at least have some remembrance of him. If she knew him, his markings would instantly jog her memory. Staring into her eyes, red bores into blue, heat pouring over ice to make it melt and submit, and never ask such stupid things as that again. He is a temperamental bastard, so be careful.

L. U. C. I. F. E. R
male. adult. no room for love. no offspring. fighting for Malignant Felicity.


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