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 February 8, 2017 at 02:31:25 PM by alaska
cause they know, i know __________________________________________ The soft thrum of blood pumping steadily through her ears, reminded the onyx caped czarina that she was indeed alive. That she had not died all those moons ago, upon the cliff ledge. But somehow being in the physical presence was not enough; some portion of her was missing, still lying on that cliff shrouded by mist and snowy tendrils. The shapes of them in constant motion with the battle that had raged between she and her Czar. The breath taking mask of scars that marred his face were still etched into façade of her memory, she could remember the taste of his blood in her mouth. The guttural sounds that had emitted from his body and vibrated through her own resonated through her skull in the memory of it all. The gales of wind, snow, and ice that had risen up to encompass them in their warring embrace, masking the blood and gore that shrouded them in close quarters. It hid the truth of their meeting, but somehow even with truthful knowledge the czarina couldn’t help but mourn for her lost Czar. Their souls had clashed in the depths of these mountains and forever would she remain among them. Among the memories of her lost love and Czar. These memories had been interrupted though, barraged by the presence of another soul, one so unlike her own. The girl was soft, sweet, and petite. The femininity of her pervasive and clear. Alaska did not particularly care for this stature, but she did not make this clear or obvious. Instead the onyx caped lady sat, unmoving, but engaged nonetheless. This girl had not acted in a way to warrant the shaman’s anger, so by logic Alaska was warranted in giving her attention. There was nothing else to do upon this mountain. I'm not completely sure, maybe I thought maybe there would be at least one, and it seems I was right. The young femme replied amicably. This answer received a slight nod of her crown, her sylvan optics watching the femme inch closer to the edge. There seemed to be an eternal bubbling spring of joy that oozed from this girl and Alaska had to wonder how this was possible. Granted the Czarina did not have to remain her mountains forever alone or in this stature of iciness, but she preferred it to the reality of the world she had watched below her. The reality was partially figment of imagination, because she had never truly gone to experience it, but this did not change her feelings of it either way. That is true, you have found me. Clearly you have your reasons for searching out others, so do not avoid this question with me. Alaska turned her crown, feeling the pull of the new skin on her neck. The depths of her forested orbs looked at the other femme, What is it that you seek? __________________________________________ that they don’t look like me ~ Alaska ~ Adult ~ Femme ~ |
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- ;;{and I love the way you look in a firefly glow};; - By Milo February 22, 2017 at 08:25:48 AM
coldbeauty - By alaska March 5, 2017 at 06:04:00 PM
;;{and I love the way you look in a firefly glow};; - By Milo March 17, 2017 at 06:11:43 AM
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