El Hemlock
Training
"He might be in shining armor, but he is no mere knight... he is a King."
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Post by El Hemlock on Apr 18, 2017 14:14:17 GMT -6
El Stepped out of Atlanti's house. His brow was furrowed, and his hand held his beard. The smallest....ever so smallest of smiles came to his lips.
Rhona was missing.
This was great news!
El had been tent side, habitating this planet for several days. He felt the ache in his bones from the lack of war. He ran thirty miles a day, fought with ruffians and robbers but...none of it satisfied him. He needed some meat. Something more substatial. A mission he could sink his teeth into. Rhona was his very good friend- hell, his only friend on this planet. Now, she was gone, for 24 hours, without a word. Went shopping and never came home. Now, he watched the news with the Namekian- some man shouting from the back of his ship.
Stahlurd, the bounty hunter.
"Your head is mine, Stahlurd."
He felt a surge of energy under his feet as an aura curled around his toes and body. Grinning, he'd attempt to do what Rhona did and lift himself into the air. Watching her perform this feat of flight, he studied her body, how she held herself. How she concentrated on the energy curling around her to force propulsion.
If it worked, he'd laugh and shoot off in the only direction he made himself aware of- into town.
OOC:
Attempting to Learn Flight
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