Post by ~Aloghty~ on May 13, 2010 15:49:15 GMT -5
Lvl: 75[/u]The old Persian paced in front of the nearest crystal bridge, eyes focused on the other side. Scar desperately wanted to cross... but he was afraid that he would slip and would fall to the ground... which seemed to be getting farther away every second. He sat and his whiskers twitched.
<"I really don't want to do this..."> he said to himself, as he took a few steps onto the delicate bridge.
