03-15-2021, 05:38 PM
The scent was stronger now with many claiming to the Nameless Mountain. Though no one truly knew what name to give, and thus continued being 'the mountain.' Internally did Desdemona chuckle at how bad they all were at naming, but her outerier remained the same. Stoic and cold, dutiful to the borders. Finally did she march down the mountains path, as she grew familiar with the upper regions. Her place was always lower on the terrain, and she knew where it would be her denning place.
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