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 March 14, 2019 at 00:35:57 AM by Scamander
My Philosophy is That Worrying Means You Suffer Twice  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The colorful brute was used to having the whole night to sleep and to be up and about during the day. But that part of his life was changing the more time he spent with Diosa. He loved spending time with her, and was happy to give up daylight in order to spend the nights with her. He knew despite what others would think that he was safe with her. But it was starting to wear a toll on him. He didn’t want the other wolves in his life to know how active he had become at night, so he tried to be up during the day as much as possible. But he really needed to sleep, so he decided not to head back to his shared den and to try and catch up on sleep by hiding out. Scamander had no trouble falling asleep as the sun was rising, but once it was to its full peak, the warm and bright rays woke him. He was going to just roll over and hide a bit deeper to dampen the light, but a familiar scent made him lift his head. Vladimir was here. But why? With a yawn, the male stood, stretching out his limbs as he rose to his emerald paws. The male sat down, his amethyst plume wrapping around his paws as he let out another yawn. He shook his head to try and wake himself up more. If he was to keep this charade up he would need to be more alert during the day. Otherwise he would never fool anybody. It took him a moment to realize that Vladimir had spoken and he had to focus in to process the words. ”Hmm? Oh…um, yes, yes it is.” Scamander tried to stifle another yawn and return the Tempest’s smile as he went on to speak more. The rainbow shifted uncomfortably from paw to paw as the conversation took an intimate turn. Vladimir’s words were true though. He had stupidly forgotten that there was no way to truly hide from his Tempest. He could feel and sense everything that Scamander had been feeling. So of course he knew that he was beginning to fall in love and to have these feelings. But he didn’t know who was involved…or that she was a vampire. He said that Scamander could tell him anything. But was that true? What sort of reaction would Vladimir have if he spoke the truth and said that Diosa was a creature of the night, the ones that the Tempests truly hated and hunted down. He knew if it came down to it, he would want to protect Diosa. But he would be no match for anyone that wished to harm her. He was not built for fighting, none of the rainbows were, and that was why they needed the Tempests to protect them. But Vladimir was more than just a protector. He was family. He had taken Scamander in as one of his own pups. And so had Seraphina. They were his mother and father in every sense. And yet, he was terrified to speak the truth. Scamander saw Vladimir’s gesture to what would be a gentle and encouraging touch. But he knew that the two could never physically make contact, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. With a deep breath, he finally spoke, choosing his words carefully. Vladimir would know if he was lying, so he knew he could not do that. But maybe he could leave out some details. At least for now… ”Well…um…she’s a she.” The rainbow let out a short laugh before continuing, not sure how to go about this conversation. ”And I’m safe with her, you don’t need to worry. I wouldn’t put myself in danger, especially away from the pack. It’s just nice to get away sometimes you know?” Mismatched orbs looked to meet his father’s startling blue ones. Did he dare to say her name? What if Vladimir knew of her? It was too much risk to say anything else, at least for now. Vladimir surely would ask more questions and he would have no choice but to either flat out refuse to talk, or to tell the truth. ”She makes me happy. And I feel…different when I’m with her than anyone else.” ”Talking” Picture credit to the incredibly talented Pompeii! ________________________________________________________________________ |
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