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 February 19, 2019 at 02:32:58 PM by Dakarai
He yawned, his tiny mouth opening to bear all of his sharp, pointy teeth. Which made it, of course, all the worse for his mother‘s mammaries considering that he still had his baby teeth intact. Sure, perhaps against an enemy he would be able to do less damage… especially since he was but a pup… But Olya had found herself very sore as of late from the suckling of her two pups as they tried to remain on a milk diet as long as their mother would allow. Stretching down and out, all four of his limbs reached to their capacity, and his talons opened and closed as he rolled over. Happily, he found himself nestled into his mothers abdomen, and he started kneading out her breast as he suckled, drinking the slow drops of her warm milk. But two seconds later she two shot up very suddenly awake.
‘Dakarai! No! Sweetie, you cannot knead against me, not unless you have ground your talons down. I have told you this...’
Dakarai whined but then obeyed, drinking from her all her whilst keeping his scaled talons tightly clenched so that he would resist the urge to once massage his mother’s sensitive breasts. He was… He was quite the oddity. He had all the mannerisms of a wolf, the instincts of a wolf… But his body just did not quite fit. It made him whimper and whine much of the time, especially when he saw that he had drawn blood from his mother by simply doing things any normal wolf pup would. Still, Olya fawned over him and his sibling, catering to them and perhaps was a little too overbearing and overprotective. But Dakarai had never known anything different, and so he basked in her love and attention. It was strange how nature could make Olya such a good mother, considering that she had never truly knew one herself, having grown up in the nursery in Faraway where pups from a myriad of litters were thrown together to nurse on the maids. When Olya had first been in labor, she wondered if her pups would be kalaks, or if they would be born of her magically altered DNA, and in truth, Dakarai was the spitting image of an Ethiopian… save for, of course, all of his avian attributes. And really… They were not subtle at all. His own mother was an avian, with a spine of feathers down her back tipped in silver but mainly a bright teal color. But Dakarai far out shown herb- he bore those same teal colors, yes, but he also had aquamarine blue ones, and then the most vibrant sweet red color past that. His chances at being able to ever camouflage were… Zilch. Unless the magic in Blossom Forest decided to recreate everything in neon. But he was quite the specimen to look at. As for his eyes, they more closely resembled that of a bird of prey as Dakarai peered at the world through a set of sharp copper pools.
And those very eyes, now that his stomach was full, or as full as he could get on the waning amount of his mother’s milk, opened as he rolled over and jumped up. ‘Now remember, Dakarai, your body is trying to transition to the consumption of meat. I will allow you to nurse as long as you wish to, but my milk has already started drying up and if you try only to sustain yourself on milk it will stunt your growth and make you sickly.’ Dakarai crumpled up his nose - he had an odd aversion to the texture of partially digested meat that his mother had tried to feed to him thus far. He had swallowed it and continued eating it only because she encouraged him to do so, and more so because we was always still hungry after nursing nowadays. But past that… He more frequently tried to drink her milk first than eat that food. Olya sighed again and shook her head. ‘I promise, my little darling, we will soon find something you do actually like to eat.’
Dakarai chirped, an odd sound, considering it was coming from a little wolf, but then he hopped about and gesture towards the opening of the cave. “Mom it’s so nice out can I go on an adventure?” Olya stares at the still sleeping pup at her belly before raising his eyes to look a him again before finally nodding. ‘Yes… Yes darling. You can go explore. But please do not leave the pack. Such bad things lie beyond the boundary wall…’ But Dakarai had heard very little of what she said, considering as soon as she said ‘yes’, he had skipped out the door, hopping along at an awkward gait given his clawed feet. He did not bother listening to his mother for he immediately went to the boundary and ran right over it. This was the first time that he had been allowed to explore by himself, without either his mother or Siku or one of the twins or even his own sibling accompanying him, and he planned to take full advantage of it.
The summer rays of the sun were hot against his back, especially given that his vibrant colors absorbed a lot of the heat, but he merely smiled and ruffled his feathers, allowing some extra air to pass in between them so that he would cool down a little quicker as he ran. And ran he did over the wasteland, and up the nearest deer path that he found. Not that he was looking for deer, not at all. Just… It was easier for him to travel up already broken and plowed down plants than over tough terrain. He would never be a particularly fast wolf, but he was innovative enough to make it work. He continued of the trail for a little bit, taking his time, staring at the myriad of tall trees around him - there were hardly any of them back in his pack Graes Waegholm. They towered above him and swayed gently in the breeze. But what was more amazing were the birds up in those very trees, they looked… well they sort of looked like him. Dakarai chirped, and they cheeped in response, before swooping down to look closer at him but then quickly soared away as soon as they realized that he was a predator. His brows furrowed in consternation and he ruffled his feathers again, upset now that these amusing things would not come nearer her to him, and his chirps turned to growls and barks, which only sent them flying even further. He whined and chased after them, trying to catch them, but they had wings where he did not, and by the time he realized that they had taken to the open air, he had barely a second to stop, and it was lucky that he did - four he found himself at the edge of a cliff face. But he had no fear of heights, and he found the view in front of him beautiful. The sun had only just risen past the horizon, and it covered everything in a beautiful orange glow. And up here… The wind blew through his coat and made him feel light and airy. Not for the first time, he wondered where he would fit in to the world. He was not a bird, but he was also not a wolf. He was a predator with none of the skills of one. He was unique… And a bit odd.
OK… Mainly odd…
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