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 15, 2016 at 04:39:18 AM by alaska
cause they know, i know __________________________________________ Rays of light glimmered off of the pristine layer of snow. Icicles clung to the roof of the cavern and moss hung between them and drooped to the floor. Through the thin streams a fresh layer of snow had been lain in the dead of night. The shaded crown of a snow princess rose up her sylvan optics stared out through the hanging cover. A small smile lifted her kissers into a gentle smile, it was a new day in a new world. She had arrived in the mysterious place only days ago and had yet to explore her surroundings. She had merely taken the opportunity to pick a spot of comfort. She had drifted towards a place similar to that of her homeland, icy and white. Crags and mountain peaks rose steeply behind her, the very tips clouded over with a light morning mist that would burn away by mid morning. The snowy ess lifted up from her bed of needles and moss, shaking out the excess before leaning down into a deep stretch. The sound of her vertebra popping into place confirmed her morning routine complete. She placed her paws one before the other until she reached the entrance of her cavern den, her blackened crown poked out of the mossy overhang. No one had yet come up to her place of solitude and so she padded a tad bit farther out of her den. The moss caped her shoulders and her paw left imprints in the fresh powder. Her deep pools of green scanned the area one more time before she fully exited the cave, her onyx ringed tail swishing the moss as it slipped out. The farther her steps creased into the snowy drifts the more confident she became. Her black crown bobbed up and down through the drifts as she played amongst the drifts digging shallow caves and tunnels through the larger piles. This had been her childhood back in the tundra, the drifts that towered over Alaska and her friends were used as tunnels, escape routes from trouble and most of all hide and seek. And it might have seemed that Alaska was a mere teen but she was far from it. She was a full fledged woman, old enough to know better than to act like a pup but here she was going about everything like a pup 6 moons of age. That would be until she felt another presence. It was under the rare occasion that someone snuck up on her that they would see the black crowned angel prance around the snow and act so freely. Alaska was rather different around other wolves, she was reserved. Only to speak when spoken to or when dire emergencies called for her care. Alaska was a healer by trade and nature, so to say. She was well trained in arts of healing from battle wounds to green cough. Which had so often plagued her home. By nature she is confident, as one should be in their knowledge of herbs. She is soft spoken like one must be with traumatized patients. Every part of her persona was linked to her trade, even her playful side. Alaska had burrowed herself into a tunnel of her own design that sat just on the mountain edge. She shuffled to the edge, her sylvan pools starring down trying to pick out objects among the blur of trees, snow and light. She had no intention of seeking out any of the passing wolves below, she would remain content to watch their lives drift by as she sat upon her mountain throne above. Waiting for one of them to stumble onto her. __________________________________________ that they don’t look like me ~ Alaska ~ Adult ~ Femme ~ |
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