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Post by frost on Aug 7, 2010 2:04:59 GMT -5
When standing up here, everything looked a lot smaller...That was a given though. No one was ever around, so Frost wasn't too careful with himself. He had shifted in a Jaguar just to climb up here, feeling that a human wouldn't have been able to reach such heights. He was an expert climber and sacrificed subtlety for time. It was OK though, because no one had seen.
In admiration at his wonderful efforts, he was now looking down while standing on a ledge. It was serene, the shadow of fear totally absent. He even knew of the whole 'ghost' thing. It didn't scare him, few things did truly scare him, but he kept the image of having a myriad of phobias.
It was windy and he could feel himself tottering back and forth. It was sort of soothing in its rhythm, but Frost dare not close his eyes. That would be bad. He gave a sigh before stepping back from the ledge. His blue eyes turned to the sky, letting the wind tousle his hair. He'd need to get back to town soon he supposed. The ghosties came out at night.
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