For Xi'nuata (AGAIN MWHAHAHA)
His heart palpitated as a thin, brittle sheet of granite sloughed away beneath his feet. His afflicted forearm made only a minor motion with the ground's betrayal but it was an unwarranted movement nonetheless; he felt his insides give churning into queasy knots as his eyes wandered ahead to the steep drop off where the loosened gravel now tumbled. They went overboard after a few seconds...the temporary silence of their freefall interrupted by the sharp clatter of rock on rock in the final moments of impact.
"Oh eff this," he voiced in panicky chagrin as he looked in every direction manageable without involving any direct change of where his paws were firmly planted. He was locked into place like a frigid little statue...held hostage by the honest fear that any step could result in disaster.
It was suddenly obvious to him why he'd never tiptoed around the peaks all that much. It was friggin' DANGEROUS.
set by Emy