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.

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//Demolition of a delicate kind\\


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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.


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//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






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