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.


Diving into Destruction

//Demolition of a delicate kind\\


Excitement coursed through Avi’s body like electricity, waking every instinct that laid dormant within her sharp mind. The cream fae shivered in anticipation, her hackles once again standing at attention. Her cerulean eyes grew wide as her grin grew wicked. Was this boy really willing to fight her? Furthermore, was he offering to? There was nothing in the world that Aviias cherished more than a proper battle. It was the only thing that made her feel alive after leaving Abendrot. Be it verbal or physical, no matter, she thrived on the feeling of coming out on top. Victory. Supremacy. She had learned that from her king and mentor. And If this boy was willing to accept defeat, she’d very willingly accept his invitation to tussle. Right here. Right Now. She sorely missed the clench of her heart that came with the sight of another’s blood.

The arctic dragoness was nearly shaking as these thoughts swirled around her head. The sickness of mind that she had caught from her mighty monarch all those years ago had never truly left her after all. Kershov’s madness had slowly worked its way into Avi’s mind during her time under his reign. Sure, she had been narcissistic and power-hungry when she first came to him – but not mad. That characteristic blood lust and drive to defeat had come from spending time in Abendrot. Kershov’s way of life had rubbed off on Aviias and settled into her frozen heart deeper than she could have anticipated. Not that she would complain. Her years in the great kingdom of Abendrot had been the best of her life thus far.

Well, Padfoot, you must think you’re something special then, hm? No monsters, you say? Well, if that were true I’d say kudos to you and move on down the road. You’d be of no use to me. Hardly a challenge. You see those monsters of which you speak make you stronger, better, my dear. Everyone has skeletons in their closet. If you really had none to offer me then you’d be nothing but a pure pup.

Aviias tutted and took a moment to mull over her next words, searching for the right way to make the greatest impact. Battle was, after all, just as much strength and wit as it was theatrics.

As for my closet, it’s pretty damn full. My demons and I - we’re great friends. I’d never wish to hide them. And judging solely by that handsome trophy on your face you, too, have found yourself in a bad place once or twice before… Oh you’ve got demons all right. So why do you keep them locked away? Why not let them out to play, hm? You did say you wanted to see me move…

Aviias slid down to lay on her belly on the ground attempting to provide the brute with… a false sense of security, if you will. Just a precaution on her part as perhaps, even better yet, he still hadn’t caught on to her true intentions. Slowly she slithered closer like the viper she was, batting her lashes and flashing him a flirty smirk. As she got within reaching distance her grin widened and her mouth opened enough to show off her pearly soldiers.

Careful what you wish for, kid.

She purred malevolently. Avi dove in and struck quick with the intention of wrapping her jaws around the midnight boy’s front ankle. Should he encompass enough agility and speed to anticipate her actions and jump up out of the way she’d immediately take another snap at his newly vulnerable underbelly. She wasn’t out to kill... yet. She merely wanted to see what this Padfoot was made of. Would he give her his all, or hold back for a lady? Did he earn that scar or did someone have to pull him from the flames? Did he possess legitimate skill or just dumb luck? True, he was born of shadow, but she was carved from ivory. A most sought after substance and the cause of years of bloodshed and war.

How would his darkness fair against her own?


//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

Puppet of Morgin


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