Blackbeak Bluff you ever just get that urge to jump?

@Blixen - set before this if that's alright?

'Wow. This is really high up.'

Such was the oh-so-profound observation of the small, mousy teen as she stood at the very precipice of death, toes right at the edge of the cliffside so that her claws dangerously dangled off with her little head bowed over to stare down into the rocks below. She wasn't really seeing anything interesting, just some rocks, a thin sliver of inaccessible beach, and of course, the ocean... but she was definitely thinking, and not of the best things.

Impulsive thoughts were a familiar occurrence for the yearling, be it either because such things were normal for risk-taking teens, that's how her brain works, or because her life has been so mundane up to this point that she just yearned to break the mold in extraordinary ways. Whatever it was, she craved the rush that went with them, and almost felt disturbed by their somewhat self-destructive nature. Her currents thoughts were of jumping, vivid images of leaping right off the cliff and diving head first into the shallow waters below assaulting her mind. It wasn't for suicidal reasons or because she was stupid and honestly thought she might live- there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she would most certainly either break every bone in her body or be impaled on one of the rocks below. She just... wondered. Wondered what it would feel like... y'know, aside from painful.

The strange, unexplainable urge tingled in her toes, which she wiggled with the hope of suppression, and numbly told herself she should probably get back before her mind goes blank and she willingly steps forward.