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 16, 2018 at 02:07:19 AM by Dracarys

Dracarys
Brute – adult – Dire - loner
In a blur the deep ebony brute rose from the ground, his amber eyes blinking against the fogginess that clouds his vision. Blinking away the fog and heaviness Dracarys tilts his nose to the sky allowing the crisp mountain air to fill his nares and dance along his back. He remains in this positon for some times as the grogginess and sleep fades away from his body. Thankfully he woke up in the same spot and not somewhere he shouldn’t be. As Dracarys lowers his head back down he becomes aware of a heavy feeling on his shoulders. He turns to head back down the trail that he brought up and feels an odd, irritating sensation on his legs. Looking down he expected to see some sort of scrap or raw spot from the rocky terrain. What he didn’t expect to find is that his leg weren’t his anymore. The dark fur that once covered his legs were now replaced with scales that shimmered and were a light to dark grey color.

They appeared to be some sort of lizard, maybe snake scale. The scales did not cover one spot, no they started from the top of his paw and travel upward stopping just shy of his elbow. He glanced backwards to his back legs and found that they too were covered but not as much as his fronts. The scales stopped just below his hock and had the same color.

“What the hell is going on?!”

Dracarys mumbles to himself as he lifts a front leg, turning it this way and that way inspecting the odd scales. How the hell did this happen? Someone had to be playing a joke on him. Yes that was it. These aren’t real. Letting his leg drop back to the ground, Dracarys reaches down and latches onto one of the scales attempting to rip it from his leg. Stabbing pain shoots through his body and he immediately lets go of his leg. Definitely real. Just great. At this point Dracarys moves forward heading down the trail, he needed to find someone who could explain the strange scales that marked his legs

We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breaths we will fight to the death
html by dante



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