Blackbeak Bluff My luck, my love, my God they came from pain

A cackle spilled from his lips as he nearly slipped, something he both wanted and didn't. This was so much more enjoyable than he would've thought! The thrill, the anxiety - it was almost everything he could possibly want to live for. Death was inevitable. Death was final. But death was not today!

His trip was interrupted though - footfalls, and they were coming from right behind him. He halted, bending his head over his shoulder to look upon a being enjoying the thrill as much as he was, or so he presumed. He chuffed a curious greeting, dull eyes eyeing her with purpose and glee rather than malice or annoyance.