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 21, 2018 at 09:33:22 PM by castiel
i'll be your protector __________________________________________ It is impossible to stop or slow the traction of the ash and obsidian warrior. Fangs and claws lashed out with vicious intent and a hatred so deeply rooted, it would not be fulfilled until this beast was laid to rest. Castiel had not accounted for the few steps that had brought the obsidian creature closer to the ladies and so he instead landed atop the hindquarter region. Ivory fangs latched with an iron grip into the soft fleshy crease where his hindlimb attached into the main trunk of his body. The Tempest didn’t even have to shake his head to do damage, because his opponent instead kicked out causing Cas’ grip to shift and tear further into the musculature. The brute’s claws rake down with vicious force on the inside of Cas’ thigh, but there were more important features that the brute wanted after. Icicle orbs watched as the obsidian creature lashed out instinctively, tear dripping with blood and saliva. Not wanting to lose grip Cas used his momentum to continue the roll he had intended, but awkwardly blocked by the others rump he exposed his sternum and forward portion of his shoulder. He finds a vague purchase on the white splashed portion of the Tempest’s chest, but it is short lived as Castiel releases his own grip, feeling the shred of teeth through his skin. A guttural mixture of a grunt and growl erupts from his mouth. Claws scrape against stone and livid cerulean optics watch as the attacked comes back. A ferocious snarl poised on his masque, though horridly twisted with that malevolent intent. He rushes head long for Cas, who’s limbs are poised to bring him head on with the attacker, only he stands his ground. Waiting. His chest is drip stained with blood and the sting of his inside thigh is minor nuisance. In a last second movement Castiel side steps and swings his hindquarters away from the attacker, but he underestimated the damage to his hind limb. It falters ever so slightly, but it such a split second decision he had no room for error like this and it would cost him. Cas felt the contact of the brute fangs into the outer flesh of the same injured limb, ripping through, albeit shallowly. Sill the fang marks extended from the curvature of his thigh to the opposite edge. Seething rage broke through the icy pain, and his head whipped around. The protector was now vaguely position parallel as his attacker flashed by. Fangs bared Castiel aimed to dig once more into the fleshy point between the obsidian shoulder blades and drag the length of his spine as the brute ran by him. Should it prove to be difficult for whatever, Cas would reach out with his claws and recreate the same attack, by viciously raking, over and over, at his back and sides. What ever he could reach would be to give the Tempest some satisfaction. Castiel matched the erupting growl that Zagan produced as he backed up to place himself between the ladies and he. Blood and saliva dripped off the barred fangs and panting breaths heaved through his chest from the exertion of battle. It was then that the clarion belle tone of a new maidens voice broke through the thickened barrier of both brute’s ears. Castiel looked to the newcomer, another rainbow, although for whatever reason her aura had slammed against him, knocking loose the imbedded hatred that a viciously overtaken him. Cleared visionaries looked to his competitor and he saw that a similar effect had taken hold of him. And he crept increasingly closer to her, my body lowered defensively, and a threatening growl rumbled audibly in my throat. Step no further. Silence echoed momentarily and the group of them were suspended, waiting. But for what? Suddenly a slightly maniacal, bubbly eruption of laughter broke all concentration that Castiel held. Rising to full height, his brows furrowed as he looked to the elder of the two Arcus Irae ladies. And as quickly as it had come, the sound ceased. And Castiel could do nothing to stop to agape look on his features, wondering what had clearly cracked in her. The soft aura that had protectively guarded the small pup had dissipated into a thinning façade of nothing. Unlike her rainbow twin, there was nothing emanating from the cotton candy faerie. A void settled in the pit of the Tempests stomach, where he supposed that the enlightening magical presence would have suffused into him. Only nothing happened, just a cold black slate rested there. Much like the sounds that spilled from her mouth, only this time they shaped words. What now? The tone was much like the one he had heard his mother use when addressing strangers, cordial but indifferent. It was my understanding that Quiturah was brought here to keep her out of harm’s way, and still harm found her. So what is to be done? Shall we find an alternate sanctuary until the battle is over? Will you guard us, Ofer? And you. A oddly angelic smile broke across her lips, before she finished addressing the onyx creature. The image of her bloodied bodice rising like bile in his throat, she would have never stood a chance, regardless of the poise which her voice held. The conversation was quickly resumed by the more darkle enthralled Arcus Irae, and she only elaborated on the point to which everyone was so curious about, except Castiel. Glacial pools narrowed as he turned his gaze back to the other soldier. Had it not occurred to those two, that not everything in this world was governed by sense? By right and wrong? That crazed and delirious temper was driven by something sinister and malicious. Something that likely heeded no form of reason. How did they not see that? Were they so naïve to think that a creature like he abided by the laws of morality? Lost in thought, Castiel missed the tug against his hind limb, but when her tiny paws pressed daringly against his shoulder, too close to his chest wounds. His glare snapped downwards, softening immediately when he realized that it was only she. Mr. Oferweder, is your name Castiel? Orbs widened distressed and wondering at how she had so easily guessed at his identity. Threads of thought were twisted in his brain, trying desperately to figure out how she knew and who she was… And had it all been straight he would have made the connection before Zawyne proceeded to interrupt the moment. Although she released a key piece of information that fished pieces together. I am Castiel. Half-brother to Aindreas and full blood brother to Vladimir, therefore the son of Kalgalath. He answered with an air remnant of possession to that throne he had once had had claim to. I do not make my residence in Dierne Hrof though, he replied concisely. He would not spill the matter of his currently wrecked life to these strangers. I will take it as my responsibility to return you to the pack though and make sure that Qiturah is properly cared for, but that is as far as I shall accompany you. Castiel knew nothing of the war that was being waged against between his kind and the Vampires. He had yet to encounter one. Let alone know that his brothers and father were standing the helm of this battleship. __________________________________________ i'll be your guardian angel ~ Castiel ~ Brother to Vladimir ~ Lost Heir ~ Bound to Tiresias ~ Alesana ~ |
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- I AM NO DEMON. I AM A GOD. - By zagan July 7, 2018 at 01:02:34 AM
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