Post by Paul Lahote on Nov 23, 2009 14:59:35 GMT -5
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Paul had just arrived to the top of the cliff. He had practically ran up, both because he enjoyed the work out and because of the excitement and anticipation of what would happen when he reached the top: he would end up back at the bottom. But the adrenaline, the rush, the split second where it felt like one was flying . . . all those sensations were well worth it. He was slightly panting, catching his breath, though his physical stamina had dramatically increased ever since he had first phased. He couldn't complain about the perks that came along with being a wolf, and being able to jump off a cliff without risking getting severely hurt, was definitely one of the perks.
Paul was already clad in just shorts, with no shirt on. He proceeded to take off his shoes and set them aside. He looked down at the water, and turned his head when he heard someone else approaching. Cliff diving was more fun when there were more people . . . maybe there was someone he could push off, as he had done so in the past. He stood, looking at the the trees to see who was going to come from out of them.
--- Open to Anyone; takes place at the end of New Moon ---
