You Can't Fight ... Gravity ...

To say that it was rush would have been a bit of an understatement. Quill was trying hard to look cool, calm and collected as he toppled over the edge of the precipice, but on the way down he was second guessing his actions. Ah, the prices that men paid for love. And love it was. The more time he spent with Talyssa, the more he never wanted to spend any time away from her. Perhaps he was smothering but she hadn't said anything about it just yet. If she wanted her space, well... she probably wouldn't get it.

Quill plummeted downward, his massive body finally meeting the water below. The water definitely wasn't warm and it was a shock to his system, but he recovered quickly and paddled back to the surface. His nose broke the seal and he took a deep breath, powerful front paws moving languidly through the water. He cast his gaze upwards, eyeing the small dot that was Talyssa. Her words called down to him, echoing within the chasm. The brute chuckled, his own deep tones reverberating off of the stone before he called up. "Perhaps..." He kept his gaze on her, still treading water, "But can you match that crazy?" It was a tease, a dare. Would she answer it or would she chicken out and take the safe path down?

"Quill Klein"