At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.



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Through The Smoke And Flames,

Uyaraut was his heart and soul currently. The new earth was barley that now . . . For it became large bluffs and beaches, meeting the sea. That was the scariest moment of his life, swimming violently towards a current that could save his life or take it as a shark closed in on him. His old den was now under the sea somewhere and he had to find find a new one, making a cosy new one in a small cave nestled in a rocky bluff. It was angled just right that the sea breeze blew right in. Seagulls were easy pickings from there, some even wandering in. Though his favorite to eat was still fish.

He was a soldier, he'd lay his life on the line for his home and his King, Kershov. And while he had his home life back, his brother, his King, it was all still missing something. The Spartan was lonely. He didn't have a companion. He didn't have a woman he could call his. He was still heartbroken about his first love - Azula. She was so kind . . . He sighed, becoming almost nothing but an empty shell. He wanted love, he wanted the touch of a woman and the warmth in his den next to him as he curled his large frame around her. He wanted someone to share his meals with, to have a large family with - Something like home.

His paws traipsed down the snowy peak silently as he had taken in the scenery of the new Blossom. It seemed so different, so new. He had only just got to the peak as the sun had rose, and now as he was leaving did it seem to just touch the mountain tops around the horizon. His paws began to crunch snow here and there but with a gust of wind he caught a whiff of a stranger. His jet black fur stood on end, he began to quiet his steps once more as he neared the source in curiosity. It was a female dressed in black and white. The large Spartan towered over her from behind as she seemed . . . Spaced. Mabbits blood red pools blinked slowly before he spoke. "Are you alright, princess?" He asked, his gruff voice rumbling.

On The Frontlines Of War

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