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 January 5, 2016 at 09:08:34 PM by Aviias
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//Demolition of a delicate kind\\ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx One step, two steps, three steps, four. The demon before her circled like a vulture. And Aviias would be lying if she said it didn't excite her. Even though it was beyond aggravating, the way he had treated her thus far, she was rather inclined to know more about him. Why had he not startled at her grand entrance? Why did he feel he had the jurisdiction to call her every pet name in the book? Why did those argent eyes stir something within her that she'd rather not recall? It was all very worthy of her attention, something that didn't happen often nowadays. Without her position in the pack of Abendrot her life had become quite bland. With no one to kidnap, no one to torture or berate... she had been reduced to picking on anyone she came across. Which was unfortunate seeing as she didn't really come across anyone... ever. She had found, since leaving Abendrot, one other fae in the area. Their conversation was short and bitter before the young poet had taken off, unable to take any more of Avi's verbal venom. Speaking of, Foolish indeed, to linger here longer than necessary. Aviias deadpanned in response to the brute's continued mumbling about ghostly spirits and their validity. Suddenly she wasn't just speaking of wanderers overstaying their welcome, though she hardly thought he'd catch on. At this point she could care less, and after her quickly snapped reply the dragon circling her seemed to understand as much. He changed tactics quickly, letting her stand-offish waves roll right off him with little to no effect. Duly noted by Aviias, of course. Now the inky wolf seemed to be... was he flirting? Honestly, who did he think he was? Who's to say I even want to know you? Hm? The creme she-wolf bit back, her hackles raising slightly along her lithe body. This was just ridiculous. How dare he condescend to know her and how she surely should act. Was he telling her how to behave? He'd better hope not, or she'd surely take his manners and stuff them down his throat. Aviias tried to choke down the icy chuckle building in her chest but her attempt was futile. The dark, humorless laugh fell from her lips aside silky, toxic lyrics. Darling, I don't need any reason to kill other than my own wicked enjoyment. 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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- I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good - By Padfoot January 24, 2016 at 10:14:37 PM
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