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 August 6, 2017 at 07:58:37 PM by Olya
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There was no answer to the posed question that she had asked, there was only silence and the gust of the wind leaping up over the peak and swirling around them, containing the fog in this one place. Her masked pools watched as the ghosted varg rose off of his perch, his motions quickly hidden by the heavy overhang of fog until suddenly he disappeared from view. Olya let loose a whimper and immediately her plume dove between her hind legs. The delicate ess ran herself into a tight circle, but the path that she had taken to ascent the cliff was covered, and she could hardly see the terra in front of her paws let alone the safest way down the slope. The kalak was terrified as she hunkered down right where she was, wondering if she had actually seen him. She must have - she could smell him, she saw him move. Olya was a frightened fae, but she was not fanciful or crazy. Thinking about him- no one could move with such fluidity - no one alive any how. And now how she trembled, the long hairs of her pelt shivering as the skin underneath belayed her terror. Her tall audettes swiveled incessantly, searching for any clue as to where he might be - she hoped that he had returned to his home in the underworld, at peace and far away from her. But it seemed that her hopes would not succeed, for just as she turned to leave this terrifying wicked place, a set of hairs rubbed against her own, upsetting their balance and stimulating her already overworked nerves. A howl left the kalak's maw as her jowls opened to loosen the scream, but when her delicate dancing paws maneuvered her bodice around to face the ghast, there was nothing material there, just more thick, dense fog that her pools could not pierce through. To make it worse, the very air began to hum and thrill with the bounding vocals that were suddenly released - a deep baritone that shook the air. Olya's breathing came faster and faster, her sides fluctuating as her ribs strained to get oxygen into her system. But her airways were closing up now, her throat was tightening, she was too scared, this....this.. "...this can't be real..." Her breaths came in gasps and wheezes now, and both nausea and dizziness overwhelmed her system. Even though she could not see much in front of her face, the little she could see slowly fading from the outside of her visage in. Her thoughts began to drift away into the sea of unconsciousness, with swirling shifting waves and vicious dark storm clouds overhead. Not even a whimper could crawl up from her vocal cords. Her kissers opened for a whisper of a cry to escape but no sound was made, aside from the sudden thump of her body hitting the ground limply. |
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