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 11, 2017 at 06:48:50 AM by MABBIT
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 ||Mabbit||   |
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- || I can still hear your laughter bounce off the walls of our home || - By SAKO October 11, 2017 at 08:03:33 AM
THIS IS WHERE WE CONQUER FEAR - By MABBIT October 13, 2017 at 06:39:50 AM
|| i can still hear your laughter bounce off the walls of our home || - By SAKO October 23, 2017 at 06:13:13 AM
THIS IS WHERE WE CONQUER FEAR - By MABBIT October 24, 2017 at 05:37:53 AM
|| i can still hear your laughter on the walls of our home || - By SAKO October 24, 2017 at 09:05:08 AM
THIS IS WHERE WE CONQUER FEAR - By MABBIT October 25, 2017 at 05:48:25 AM
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