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Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.

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Posted on January 6, 2009 at 04:20:58 PM by Freedom & Polera

Freedom smiled slowly at Leoniah, black rimmed gold ears flattening against her head sweetly. "No," she said softly. "I want to stay here with you." She softly lay down in the crook of the white, and now black, wolfess' stomach, setting her chind on Leoniah's forepaw and looking at Kuroha with deep blue eyes. She still wasn't sure what to think on all this, just happy to be somewhere she was noticed and wanted. She glanced to her brother, giving a wag of her tail and smiling. She knew that no matter what, the two of them would have eachother. Hopefully everything would go just fine in the family for them.

His sister's storm was slowly starting to cover the mountian range, growing slightly weaker as it spread. Polera smiled to himself, inwardly glad that Zebbidiah had called him to the short meeting. He'd seen his older brother and litter mate brother in good healt... Well, at least Cross was in good health for being cursed, as was Polera. And Apostle was thriving as always, bringing a storm to aid Cross. And he was able to meet his grandfather who's genes had made Polera's husky marked coat. All in all, it was a good meeting.

The sky darkened overhead and he felt small raindrops pellet at him. Golden eyes were fixed ahead at the snowy peak of the unforgiving terrain known as Ice Mountain. Both setts of wings fanned out straight, allowing him to glide atop the rising updraft of wind as he watched below him. Polera didn't know why, but he felt compelled to come back... After all, he'd told them he'd return, just not when. They'd all been so nice to him, and he had time. His turning was still a few days away. He could feel every inch of his body itching to get out of it's skin, the brilliantly red slash marks on his left shoulder burning with rage. He'd learned how to control his curse, but he was still ashamed of it. He couldn't let them see him like that, not as a beast. And so, he'd stay for a day, then leave.

Catching the den in his sights, Polera darted down, landing on the top of the cliff where the dragon had been the day before. His claws clicked neatly, hardly makind a noise, all four wings folding to his sides and fluttering the rain off. He walked slowly to the entrance of the den, golen eyes shining in the darkness. He caught the words of the wolfess, figuring he could lend a hand or two. "I'll go with you," the black and white brue said, golden gaze turning to Kuroha. "It will be easier with the two of us. I may be young, but I'm a good unter." His gaze traveled to the wall of the cave, feeling awkward in just beeing there. He felt he had no place here... No place in the world.

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