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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The Blood King
IP: 96.11.169.126
Posted on January 29, 2016 at 00:16:26 AM by Farant

Farant
Your blood is my sustenance, your pain is my enjoyment
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The first two arrive were Akranos and Eerie - always Farant had been amused by their interactions. It was rare that a mere female was cut out for the rank of assassin, but Eerie had been at the top of her class - the fastest, most ruthless, most loyal. She followed every command without question, and had even killed a few of her littermates in order to get more attention. Farant had hand picked her from her litter as a potential... But she had brought herself the rest of the way. When he had exiled his good for nothing heir Akuji, Eerie had taken the position that he had previously held. Whereas his mind had cracked under pressure, hers had remained alert and focused. Akuji had allowed his monster to consume him, control him... Eerie became hers. But to digress, the connection between the two siblings before him was laughable. Akranos answered to his sister. Though he was stronger, he balked before her, listening to her every word. Hell, if she was ever to submit to him, he would likely cower in fear, thinking it some test. But his mere strength was useful, their antics amusing, and so Farant had kept the brute alive, not demanding that she kill him as well. Farant's deep pools of mud watched them approach, standing tall and proud on top of the peak, and nodded approvingly when Akranos bowed to him, as did Eerie. These two had been scouting the lands for him, and he needed to know everything that they did. "Eerie, my dear, you are beautiful as you are lethal." More than once the thought to have her carry his pups had crossed Farant's mind. Perhaps when they returned home... "Tell me of Caspian's pack, have you had sight of my future mate yet, this elusive Katia? And tell me... Where are Shae, Akuji, and Harries? Where are they hiding? I'm sure they will be..." A deep purr pulled itself from his throat. ... Excited to see me?"

Daer arrived next, one of the rare vargs in his army that was not directly related to him. Akranos, Eerie, Fatalia, Beiro, Alaro... All of these were his spawn. Many of the others were the spawn of his spawn, and so on and so forth. Daer was related somewhere down the line... But he had not been born in Farant's clan. No, he had left his old to try to join Farant's. The idea of such a thing was amusing, and Farant had accepted, but only after Daer had proven himself in battle. He had come out broken, beaten, and bloody... But nonetheless he had been victorious. Farant had rewarded him with a position in his army, and had allowed him to begin training with his troops. Daer was loyal, but his loyalty stemmed from a need to prove himself, to prove that even though he was not of the blood, he belonged. It made him useful to Farant, dangerous to others. He bowed, as the previous two had, and on his heels came the final three that he was expecting. Sure, a few more spies may trickle in later, or perhaps some warriors who had heard of their quest - the opportunity to go on a mission with Farant himself was a rare one, and one that had been vied for. But these three, these siblings, were the last few he had hand picked.

They had been from the second litter that Farant had ever sired, though it had not been with another Royal varg. They were second only to the one that Harries, Shae, and Akuji were from. There had been a fourth... But Fatalia had blinded him when he had sought to steal the teat that she had been suckling on. Beiro had then torn out his throat, and Alaro had taken to the blood while his siblings suckled on milk. Farant had raised them as he had raised his previous pups, but had never given them a nanny. No, they were at his side from the start, knowing only him, never coming to know their mother as "mother". And what a beautiful creation they were. From the beginning, they were inseparable, mainly because of how different they were and how well they suited one another. Farant had raised them in his image, and as such "trusted" them perhaps more than he trusted any other, using them as his personal body guards. More than that, they were the generals of his army, leading them into fights and being the main trainers for the fights. It was this trio that he sent after any who had personally wronged him. Not just pissed him off, but humiliated him, or tried to steal from him. With their punishment, he could be sure that the torture would be long and slow, and with Alaro's unique taste for varg flesh, there would be little to no evidence to find.

Fatalia pranced in as if she was a young girl, but she was anything but. She giggled, when Beiro tried to pass her before lunging at him, biting at the side of his neck. Alaro remained quiet, though he moved to his brother's side and lapped up the droplets of blood that seemed from his small wound. Together, they moved up to Farant and bowed to him before dipping their heads to the ones who had gathered. At some point or another, they had spared with each and every one of these vargs, though Moreso with Akranos and Daer than with Eerie, since she had been swept away to the world of assassination early on.

"Now, my children, tell your dear father what you have learned of the lands and of my prize... Or should I say prizes."

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Ω Farant Ω King of a Faraway Clan Ω Azura Ω







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