love is a gentle dove's wing

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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love is a gentle dove's wing
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Posted on August 22, 2017 at 09:32:50 PM by Lovella

The female of rust and tawny never considered that she might stand out, especially not when you consider that she had never really met anyone that was not family. She was used to waking to songbirds and sunlight, and watching waves ripple over their pond from gentle rain when she was young. This place, it was very different than the home she had always known. She was excited enough to not be wary, the sense of adventure clearly overtaking any sense and wariness.

Were the other places as different from home as this? Was there any way at all to compare one wonder to another? Who might be out there, waiting to meet her? A few pebbles crunched beneath her paws, and when she moved past them skittered away as if they had been kicked. She was suddenly struck by a rather terrifying thought, what if a ledge of rock she was standing upon merely crumpled away, and she was sent plummeting down onto the ridges beneath?

Surely she would shatter when she made her full descent, and her journey would most likely end there as well. Her ears swiveling back against her skull, she tips her head to peer over the edge of the ridge she was standing upon. She would cling to these rocks if there was any possible way to, because while this is a beautiful place it is also deadly. The tawny and rust maiden would be more careful now, and exercise some form of caution as she continued her exploration.

After she had done some exploring and seeing of the sights, she could hang around for a little bit until she was fully satisfied. She would wander on into a different place after that, supposing she didn't stumble into her untimely demise here. Aside from the exploring she had set out to do, she knew she would also have to eventually start thinking about a food source. Mice and rabbits here and there were okay, but she would eventually need something bigger.

Despite now being aware of her own dangerous situation, she still hoped that this would just be another pretty page in her own personal fairytale. Isn't that what every wolfess wanted? She was searching for the magic and meaning laid out for her, since something like that had to be found somewhere. A sound had her halting in her steps, her ears swiveling to catch a sound, and that's when her eyes saw it.

There was a flurry of rolling stones hurtling down at her, kind of like the stories she'd heard of avalaches - just a smaller scale. For a moment she was as if a deer caught in headlights, frozen and all she could do was stare. If she hadn't frozen her instincts would have left her to move, to find a way out of their path before she could be in danger or struck.

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FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV September 7, 2017 at 09:11:58 PM
love is a gentle dove's wing - By Lovella September 22, 2017 at 11:22:35 PM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV November 3, 2017 at 02:24:16 PM
Love is a gentle dove's wing - By Lovella November 15, 2017 at 09:02:59 PM

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