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 January 6, 2018 at 03:39:26 PM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
She ought not to have been so surprised at the sight of figure, for she knew that he had survived that hideous transformation. There were no more flickers of bewilderment in her lambent rubies, for she knew what agony possessed the bodies of the inflicted. Each time she witnessed that torment those icy tendrils crept closer towards that pocket of warmth she kept tucked away in her heart. That little piece of her innocence she tried so desperately to foster when she could escape the confines of her reality. As long as Lucyne ruled this land Diosa was expected to be the porcelain doll, made in her image. A mastered model of refined insanity and sarcastic retorts tuned to the finest degree, so that none could know how truly unalike the vampiric empress and her heiress were. But there, in plain sight, was their difference. Diosa was refined, controlled, and seemingly perfect as opposed to the unbounded, inconstant, and fractured persona of Lucyne. So crazed by whatever life had thrown in her path, for she knew very little of her mother’s past, that whatever words flew from her mouth were unfiltered and spontaneous. Lucyne did not think before acting, she was purely motivated on instinct. That was why Draven and Lucyne coincided so well, they were creatures of impulse, although his was much more twisted than she. Together they created the nightmarish visage that haunted Caidir Olc. The same reflection that was cast back on its constiuents. The hiss of breath through clenched teeth broke through the silence that cocooned the stale dusk air. Glossy rubies stared dimly through the darkness that enveloped the dugout den. Diosa had wanted to get as far away from her family as possible, mostly for the fact she could not handle Lucyne’s crazed laugh that haunted her dreams. The Queen hardly seemed to sleep, and Diosa needed that peaceful reprieve each day to accumulate her thoughts and piece herself back together. She had wandered to the farthest edge of the territory, along a shared border with Load Mor, one day coming across a lovely, moss caped root ball that had been upturned in the wake of a spring storm. It rested upon high ground, seemingly surrounded by her own personal mote of boggish tributaries. She had spent the entirety of one night digging out the cave beneath the uprooted tree, creating a deep nesting area beneath the root ball. She had packed down the freshly dug earth and then bedded it with pine needles and a layer a moss to create a soft nest. She had even taken the liberty of draping a combination of Spanish moss and wisteria over the roots, giving her ample coverage during daylight hours. She could stay awake during the day as long as she remained in the shaded holloway of her creation. Over time she had dugout another cavern where she created a shelving system to store herbs she came across. And for now that was enough for her. Diosa arched her spine feeling the pop and crack of her vertebra before she walked out from beneath the draping blanket of flora. Her rubies glimmered with a dull interest, she had no plans or reason to rise up tonight. Only she felt the urge to run free, if only for a little bit. She needed to escape Caidir and feel the freedom and openness of the air around her. She needed to remember that there was life outside of the undead world and nightmarish residence she would one day claim as her own. Diosa shook out her silky robes, the soft speckling of chocolate and crème becoming more obvious against her sable undercoat. And without warning she charged down the sloped entrance and leapt gracefully to the other side of the mote, galloping away into the shadowy breadths of the woods. A steady four beat gait pounded into the earth, giving rhythm to the emptiness in her crown. The music of the night creatures was coming to life, soft and lilting. A soft haunting melody leaked from between her lips as she trapezed through the undergrowth. The flatlands gave way to a hilly grassland, that then gave way to the baseline of a mountain ridge. The air became thinner and she climbed upwards through that cliff face, her lungs screamed for air and a thin edge of blackness crept into her vision, but she fought it. Testing her body, feeling it scream at her, the building of lactic acid in her muscles with each push and leap of faith she took. But it felt grand. The exertion and adrenaline that laced her veins felt magnificent, she relished it. Suddenly the world plateaued beneath her paws and claws scraped against cold stone. Skidding to a halt, Diosa looked around seeing the world shrunken beneath her paws and a soft grin lit her features. Her crown tilted backwards and a lyrical howl broke that stilled evening air, carrying out above the lands. She knew he would hear her, or maybe he had been following her this whole time, regardless she waited for him. She waited for Rogan, to see those luminous rubies she had created. a bittersweet abyss
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- VICTORY! - By ROGAN January 13, 2018 at 09:08:05 PM
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