Post by Gareeku on Jul 3, 2008 21:41:23 GMT
High up in the mountains, a young man trained. A teenage Dragonian, 15 years old. His brown spiky hair blew softly in the breeze as he threw his fists forward, punching thin air, before cutting through with a swift roundhouse kick. Dressed in a simple attire of a white sleeveless gi, accompanied by wristbands, a martial arts belt, and martial arts shoes, all in black. A red band was tied around his forehead, to where it was tied at the back, letting the tassels flow freely in the wind.
It was then that the young man stopped. Sighing, he looked up to the sky, his eyes giving away the fact that he was thinking of something, or someone.
"Sensei..." the young man whispered to himself, keeping his eyes fixed on the blue heavens above. "...where are you...?"
It had been 7 years since the last conflict plagued the planet of Dragonia. Though he had not witnessed it first hand himself, the young Dragonian has heards stories. Terrible stories. But that was in the past now. The world had been blessed with a prolonged period of peace and harmony; free from the evils of conflict, free from the violence which it had suffered under many times in the past.
...but for how long?
It was then that the young man stopped. Sighing, he looked up to the sky, his eyes giving away the fact that he was thinking of something, or someone.
"Sensei..." the young man whispered to himself, keeping his eyes fixed on the blue heavens above. "...where are you...?"
It had been 7 years since the last conflict plagued the planet of Dragonia. Though he had not witnessed it first hand himself, the young Dragonian has heards stories. Terrible stories. But that was in the past now. The world had been blessed with a prolonged period of peace and harmony; free from the evils of conflict, free from the violence which it had suffered under many times in the past.
...but for how long?
