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 March 5, 2017 at 06:04:00 PM by alaska
cause they know, i know __________________________________________ The studying gaze of the femme across from her did not bother the onyx crowned czarina. It was only a physical assessment and from the looks of it Alaska was like any normal arctic wolf. It would take more than a cursory glance to see all the cracks and missing pieces in her façade. She did well in hiding them, because should she ever want to find a place to call home other than this mountain she ought to appear at least in some form normal. Whatever the definition of this word happened to be to anyone. Alaska was of course not normal in the eyes of most wolves and especially other healers. She did not carry the need to seek out others or live in the open. She was reclusive and preferred to keep to herself. Thus far she had only used her knowledge to heal one wolf and she had tried to kill another. She was off to a great start wasn’t she? No other wolves knew this of course and so the tundran healer did not think twice about it as she stared straight into the soul of this other femme. You're correct, I do have questions. First things first. I'm Milo, and you are? Alaska quirked her brow, wary to give her name out so freely. She studied the younger ess for a moment before allowing her title to slip from her lips. Alaska. It was a curt, cold word that dripped from her mouth. The wind blew up and over the edge of the cliff, pushing to cool air into their faces and the young girl turned her face up and away letting it blow over her. She looked almost at peace in this cooler tera and Alaska pondered what kind of story laid behind this girl, for she still hadn’t answered her original question. What did she want with the tundra shaman? Alaska watched with attentive sylvan optics as the girl collected herself and looked back, but instead of the flowing spring of bubbly energy there was a sense of dulled longing that glossed her eyes. How would you feel about following me in joining a pack? It's soon I know and even though I don't know you and vice versa; packs are about learning more about each other as you go along sometimes aren't they? The czarina sat there quietly watching the woman’s reaction to her own words. She was surprised with herself and Alaska was piqued at this reaction. It was as if the woman knew what she wanted, but did not clearly know how to go about it. Her mouth ran faster than her brain, and Alaska found this slightly amusing. As an Alpha, if one didn’t know how to control their words then situations could go completely awry before a blink of an eye. Words could start wars or win them. Did the young lady understand this? Alaska might have come from a harsher climate and lifestyle, but some things didn’t really change. And what am I to base this upon? I know nothing of you; your abilities to lead or protect myself or others. Alaska said this in all seriousness, I am a healer by trade though I know my way through a fight better than most, only because of the life I used to lead. Not for myself, but those you will also ask to join you, can they count on you to fight for them and protect them if the need arises? Can they trust you will make a judgment without bias and with what is in the best interest of them? Alaska’s tone of voice was in complete seriousness, she took an Alpha’s obligations with complete seriousness, for in a place like the tundra it could have meant life or death. Blossom Forest might not have these sorts of extremes but Alaska was unwilling to take risks of such caliber. She had met wolves of polar opposites. One had tried to kill her and luckily enough she had been able to fend for herself, and on the opposite she had met a helpless femme who had needed help beyond just herbs. There was all kinds of wolves in this land, So how do you propose to explain to me how you will do this? What gives the experience or the ability to take charge of other wolves lives who pledge themselves to you? Her words were blunt and cold, but she needed to know if she was to even place a smidgen of trust in this girl. __________________________________________ 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 March 17, 2017 at 06:11:43 AM
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