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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Kiss me like you mean goodbye,
SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY!!

He didn't know what to say in response to her answer, a sort of happy bliss washing over him to know that he was the only one outside her birth pack that she had ever known. Her question, on the other paw, this brought that feeling to a grinding halt. The king of demons supposed he should keep his word to his future mate, his honesty was required here - much to the devil's chagrin. It was a long time before he parted his lips to answer her, the time spent to clean her ears and burrow his face into the lilac scented, ebony pelt that was so soft against his face Lucifer wondered if she might really be a phantom. If so, he wished to be haunted eternally.

"My childhood and upbringing weren't what you would call ideal. My mother died giving birth to me. Hael and Remnant are my half siblings through my father's second in command. My mother was queen, my father - the king - blamed me for her death. He couldn't kill his only legitimate heir, so he settled for what he called training. I called it abuse. My band is made of the wolves our birthpack thought we're too...ambitious, and sought to keep us busy. It wasn't long until we all had enough and fought against those who would abuse and keep us caged like fighting beasts? They used us as war dogs, but their blood gave us freedom. My father beat and banished us, and so I did what I was raised to and made a haven for my warriors, my family. This includes every wolf in Malignant." His voice is thick with hatred for the topic, but he manages through for her. Finally having enough of his little game.

Lucifer moves his fire and brimstone body away from the obsidian of Lucaya's, those molten lava pools boring into glacial sapphire and jade, a smirk forming. "Lucaya, I have one final question. Would you do me the magnamonious honor of being my wife, my mate?" He smiles nervously, hoping beyond all hope that she will say yes.


LUCIFER ;
DOG - ADULT - MORNINGSTAR BLOODLINE - NO FLAME - RULES MALIGNANT FELICITY
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