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 8, 2017 at 12:49:50 PM by Olya
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It ws dark, twisted dreams that plagued her in the interim that she was unconscious. She had no reprieve from the fear she had suffered from while awake - no, there were demonic vargs chasing after her, screaming the most vile of things. Their forms were of that of the kalak breed, but these were worse than any alive, even Farant himself. Their crimson pelts were brighter and more horrible because of the fresh blood that was thickly painted over it. The black parts of their pelts was impenetrable and nearly blended in with the surrounding abysmal night that Olya helplessly was bounding through. Threats and promises fell from their maws like poison... only it wasn't 'like' poison, it was poison. The words were spelt out as they poured from their dangerous caves and pooled on the floor in a glowing eerie green color, and no matter which direction Olya chose to run away from her pursuers, she was always downhill. The poison rolled after her, the demons chased after her, and she just continued to get more and more exhausted. Her long limbs kept her ahead of them, but only just. Olya tried to scream out for help and in terror, but no sound came out of her own maw. The only thing she could hear was their cackles and snarls and their monologues - how they would torment her and abuse her, how many of the hessians would claim her, and the only relief she found was that Mistress Lilith was nowhere near them and was apparently safe. But that was when she tripped and tumbled down the slope that she had been running down, and each bump cut her flesh and she screamed and cried and - - Her own scream awoke her. She bolted up, her head raising off of the brute's back and while she had been balanced quite precariously upon him, her limbs now caught up with her mind and then scrambled to right herself, to find purchase upon the slope that she had been tumbling down only a minute ago but instead all she managed to do was lose balanced and tumble off of him and slam to the ground. Once again she collapsed onto the terra, and while her head connected with an audible thud, at least this time she managed to stay awake. Her focus was hazy and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind. But then she remembered why she had fainted in the first place. Slowly, her nape crested her cranium so that she peered to the side and up at the Goliath that stood over her. A small stream - individual droplets really - of blood had started to stream down her face, originating from where she had collided her head with the ground, and now as she reared back and scrambled away from him, the tiny spheres fled from her and flew through the air, landing haphazardly around her. The fog had abated somewhat, or rather it was still present but less dense. It would no longer hide a body, and clearly this was in fact a body. No apparition could appear in such fine, minute details. She gasped and started to breath heavily again and for a moment she thought that once again unconsciousness would swamp her mind, but instead she remained in waking terror. Her pools frantically swept over him, looking for any sign that he was about to attack her - it was what all brutes did, really, no matter whether they were royalty or common, warrior or scribe. Olya was nothing but a slave and was worth nothing and had no rights of her own - who would care if she was hurt. Hell, who would care if she died. However, in this moment the game changed slightly - she may be a slave, but this was no kalak. A wolf, surely, but like the damned Kirastasia, he was a different breed from the chosen line. Her gaze swept to her body and was remarkably surprised to find that there were no fresh wounds on her other than the cut on her forehead. She was not sore in the slightest, and thusly had not been taken advantage of. If he was going to hurt or abuse her, would not he have started already, while she was too out of it to fight back? Not that she would - she had been thoroughly taught with rigorous punishment that to fight back against her betters or to deny them would mean only prolonged torment for her. The fact that she was largely unscathed quieted her a bit, but there was still the thought in the back of her mind that perhaps he wanted her awake and fiesty when he took her. After all, he was hovering over her, smirking at her. She glared up at him from beneath pursed brows, hoping that she would intimidate him so that he would leave her alone, allow her safe passage. "I am Olya of the Faraway Clan, Handmaiden to the Princess Lilith. You are to not harm me or the Council will let you know their wrath." All her words were spoken with a trembling lip and a quivering voice. What were the odds that he had even heard of the Council? If he hadn't, her threat would mean nothing to him. Then again, if he knew the Council too intimately, she would be in just as much danger. "Now... now where have you brought me? Do you mean to kidnap me?" Her paws gathered underneath her and she slowly flipped each one so that while she was still hunkered down, she would at least be able to rise and run should he make a move toward her. |
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