Ember stared down the side of the cliff with a malicious look on her face. The slope was severe and most dragons would think her insane for what she was about to do. However, after days of scoping it out, she was sure that if she got enough speed she could run down it.
If not, the rocks at the bottom would catch her.
The thrill of death nipping at her heels propelled her to trace the area one last time. She jogged back to the tree line, stretching out her unused muscles, chanting a pep talk underneath her breath. After one last neck pop, tan paws dug into the earth at a turn. The length between herself and the edge was immense, but necessary if she wanted to make it and survive. Jumping across the ledge to the otherside was simple; she'd done it twelve times already, but running down it...now that took talent.
Taking a deep breath, she narrowed her forest green eyes on the target and took off. A streak of flame across the grassy top, tearing up soil as she pushed herself faster and faster. Just a little ways from the edge, she jumped at a downward slant. Her claws ripped at each other, some popping off by the force, causing blood to run down her paws, but she didn't get the chance to think about it.
She had to run.
