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 June 13, 2018 at 01:25:55 AM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
It was hard to miss the way those enlightened sanguine eyes pierced through his creator. Measuring, weighing, and calculating all options that seemed only reasonable to the sane and mortal lives that ruled this domain. But here, under her gaze, her domain, those rules did not apply. To Rogan for as long as he remained within the premises of Caidir Olc, would be her knight. More than that though the brute was immortally chained to her through a blood oath and poison contract. Rogan, in all his rights, remained an individual of his own accord, but it was alluring ring of vocals that should she call would pull taught the chords the bound his muscles. Fighting it would be pointless, because those invisible ropes were ingrained into the fabric of his being. And her voice was the bell that tolled, beckoning her creation forth. In another facsimile of her night to night life, she would have been repulsed by this thought. To reign control over terra was one thing, but to be the puppeteer of another was… well, intriguing. At this moment, the inextricably innocent portion of her poor soul had dissipated to those far reaches of her mind. Not wanting to face this darkness that rose in her, similar to the bile in her throat. Only now, this was not the case. Feline precision and grace dripped from her figure. Tantalizing and almost sexual, by nature. A brutish growl reached cocoa draped audits, unsure of how to react at first, but letting decorum take presendence, he muted those furling emotions. Princess, that makes no sense. Is the prey I hunt not living? Has the poison changed me so much? A feathery light giggle escaped her maw, amused at his retaliation to the obvious. She opened her mouth to speak, but let it turn up into a crooked smile as he continued to thread out his words, trying oh so desperately to figure out her meaning. Must I state it so blatantly, Rogan? She teased him, the very tip of her tail dancing lightly against the underside of his jaw. She watched the slipping of his fangs and that boiling anger. It seethed in the depths of his lurid pools of blood and for a flickering second they glowered in her direction. Diosa’s own lurid scarlets watched from under a cocked brow, her curiosity piqued by this flashing anger. And as suddenly as it had overcome him a pang throbbed in his chest and his locked gaze fell away. Heavy breaths rolled into the air from him and a harsh grinding sound of teeth broke the silence. I feel like a pup too stupid to know the secrets of adults. I came to this land because I’m becoming a man… and here I am, an ignorant child. Cocoa and ebony robes shifted effortlessly as the heiress sidled up against Rogan. A soft luring purr rumbled from her chest and a simple command to stay had her soldier stock still. Forelimbs wrapped daringly around his collar and rose lips glided against his striking jawline, whispering. Like a bewitching curse, she lifted that mortal sight away from him, revealing at last the world to which he was borne of now. Truly it is that simple. She purred quietly, before place a gentle teasing nip at the base of his ear. In this moment Diosa, knew that had she commanded it Rogan would have likely done whatever it was that she pleased. And laying here draped against his dorsum, she would have a nights bliss in his embrace. She would have entertained the endless questions that tipped his tongue, while allowing herself peace in this darkness to do as she pleased, but fate would not have it as such. Much too lost in the depths of dreams, Diosa did not notice their little visitor. Thrown from the cocoon of their embrace, Diosa skidded against the stone, claws outstretched. A seething rage at the sudden disembark from their tender embrace. A low threatening growl rose within the depths of her lungs, before her luminous rubies caught a glimpse of their guest. Diosa almost choked, having never been under the pressure of fear, but seeing her faithful knight she took heart in their odds. As she stared into those feline eyes, the lampent glow of her own orbs brightened over the darkened terra. The princess slinked closer to her vampiric knight, her robes glancing off of his own. Her towered against her, his musculature more pronounced against her more sleek and refined bodice. I will follow your command, Rogan. Had this been any other situation, those words could have baited much more than they would here, but unfortunately reality called them to battle, not to passion. a bittersweet abyss
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