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 October 10, 2017 at 07:07:07 PM by Scamander
My Philosophy is that Worrying Means You Suffer Twice  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The colorfully painted pup carefully made his way through the mountains, knowing they were dangerous, but they were fun to explore. He didn’t want to put himself in danger, but last time he had come here his exploring had been cut short when he found Vladimir. Scamander was happy that he found his protector, so he decided he would have to come back to explore the mountains on his own. And he felt better doing it now that he was fed and well rested. Before he had still felt like he was on the run, scared to stop moving in case any of the soldiers had followed the rainbow into these new lands. It had been scary enough the first time he had been taken away, he didn’t want it to happen again. But now that he had his Tempest to protect him, he was no longer afraid. Even now when he was on his own, he knew that Vladimir would rush to his side if he needed any help. Knowing that Vladimir, and three other Tempests, lived in a nearby pack made Scamander more comfortable going out. He wasn’t sure if he would be brave enough otherwise. But today was not the day that Scamander would need help, but rather the day that he would be able to offer help to another. Green tipped ears perked when he heard the sound of whimpers. It sounded like someone needed help. Scamander followed the sound, still carefully watching where he placed his emerald green paws, not wanting to get himself stuck and be unable to help whoever was in need. Though he was not sure if he would be able to help with his small form. But he could try. Mismatched orbs spotted the form of another pup, wedged between rocks, and as fast as he could he went to where she was, offering to assist her. His audettes pulled back to his cranium sharply when she snapped at him, ”Well, I don’t know what would make you think that I’m perfectly okay when I am stuck between two rocks and can’t move!” Scamander figured she was probably in pain and scared, and his question was rather silly, but he still felt hurt. He had only been trying to help, and he didn’t think it right to just come in and pull her out. Scamander did not yet realize that she couldn’t see, and he awkwardly stood there before she spoke once more, making him feel better. ”My name is Printesa… I’m sorry, my lungs really hurt and I’m scared.” The brute pulled his purple kissers into what he hoped was a reassuring smile. ”I’m Scamander, don’t worry I’ll help you out. Just let me know if I make it worse, I’ll try to pull you back out though, okay?” The male padded forward, trying to see where the best angle to pull her out would be. He figured grasping her scruff and pulling her backwards, probably the way that she actually fell and got herself stuck, would be the best strategy. He reached out to carefully grab her scruff, not wanting to hurt her, and tried to pull her out, hoping that between him pulling and her moving as best she could that their combined effort would get out safely. If they were successful, he would take a few steps back, giving her some room to breathe as he panted from the physical activity. ”Are you hurt? Are you still in pain?” The male wasn’t sure if she had been really hurt, or if Printesa had only been in pain because of the rocks, he hoped now that she would be okay. Picture credit to the incredibly talented Pompeii! ________________________________________________________________________ |
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