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 September 22, 2017 at 11:22:35 PM by Lovella

The sheltered maiden has never even once been in danger, neither did she ever really think about avoiding it as much as she maybe should. A shout from nowhere demands her to move, the loudness of it ringing in her ears. Her tail lowers to swish and clam against her haunches in sudden fear, and she surely would have been struck if it weren't for the stranger coming upon her, those strong jaws latching deep into her scruff and dragging her along with his momentum. Her heart was beating against her chest like a great bird's wings against the bars of a gilded birdcage, and a yelp of surprise was prized from her jaws at the sudden contact. "I...I don't know what happened, I just froze..." Her words were soft and apologetic, her head lowering as her sakura pink eyes focused on the ground in front of her paws.

He had managed to pull her to safety even though she had surely be deadweight, and she was never good when faced with someone who was angry or upset. She was never one made for or even exposed in the slightest to any forms of conflict, so maybe it makes almost too much sense that the fairytale maiden would be filled with apologetic shame. "That was the scariest thing to ever happen to me..." Her ears lower to the sides of her face at those words, only to likely serve to make her look even less threatening and even more pathetic. It was clear that despite the fact she had recently come into adulthood, that she was very sheltered and naive, and definitely not a fighter at all. He was a frightening aspect herself with his mutilated muzzle, maybe she should take this as a testament to just how cruel outside life could be.

"I actually...never have been on a mountain. Only meadows, fields, and along lakes..." This probably made her seem quite young, actually, didn't it? "My name...it's Lovella." At this moment she daren't ask her savior for his own, deciding that if he thought it was important to say he would just tell her. She wasn't really in the position here to ask, considering she owed him her life now, even if to some it might be impolite not to ask in return. Her vaguely heart-shaped facial mask was in plain sight with her head lowered the way it was, the way she so easily displayed every emotion that she felt at the instance she felt it, her ears displaying her own disappointment in herself. "Are there...many things that are dangerous? I was hoping that this was something of a freak accident."

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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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