Post by Paengi on Jun 25, 2017 19:43:34 GMT
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A cloaked warrior walked down a path, in one determined path. Ahead of him was the Grand Elder Village, a mysterious place where the Dragon Caste primarily lived. One young namekian walked the opposite way as Paengi, staring open mouthed at the cloaked figure. Underneath the cloak was a gi displaying the symbols showing that he was both loyal to the warrior caste, and the leader. Well, was. After Paengi mysteriously disappeared in a coma, he knew he must have been replaced. He hoped there was a worthy leader, he remembered how he had been as a youth. Power hungry and ambitious, he hadn't been fighting for only Namek, but for himself as well. He was foolish, the path making him unworthy until that mysterious night at the lake. Now however, he was truly only for Namek. He didn't want power, he feared it. He knew what it could do something, the gods floating above Namek. They cared for nothing, energy raining down as namekians were annihilated. His fist clenched at the memory. No, he couldn't seek that power. However, he would instead take that curse, ready to sacrifice what he needed to in order to defend his planet. He snapped out of his mental rant, still unaccustomed to no longer being in a deep sleep. He nodded at the passing dragon caste who cowered slightly, not realizing he was a warrior caste, while concerned he might be a Mazoku.
Paengi gazed at the magnificent architecture, while used to namekian buildings obviously, the dragon caste was still much better. He smiled slightly, enjoying his visit. He nodded his head towards passing namekians, this time smiling to ensure they didn't fear him. Finally, he saw it. The Grand Elder's home, the Guru. He walked up to the building.
A cloaked warrior walked down a path, in one determined path. Ahead of him was the Grand Elder Village, a mysterious place where the Dragon Caste primarily lived. One young namekian walked the opposite way as Paengi, staring open mouthed at the cloaked figure. Underneath the cloak was a gi displaying the symbols showing that he was both loyal to the warrior caste, and the leader. Well, was. After Paengi mysteriously disappeared in a coma, he knew he must have been replaced. He hoped there was a worthy leader, he remembered how he had been as a youth. Power hungry and ambitious, he hadn't been fighting for only Namek, but for himself as well. He was foolish, the path making him unworthy until that mysterious night at the lake. Now however, he was truly only for Namek. He didn't want power, he feared it. He knew what it could do something, the gods floating above Namek. They cared for nothing, energy raining down as namekians were annihilated. His fist clenched at the memory. No, he couldn't seek that power. However, he would instead take that curse, ready to sacrifice what he needed to in order to defend his planet. He snapped out of his mental rant, still unaccustomed to no longer being in a deep sleep. He nodded at the passing dragon caste who cowered slightly, not realizing he was a warrior caste, while concerned he might be a Mazoku.
Paengi gazed at the magnificent architecture, while used to namekian buildings obviously, the dragon caste was still much better. He smiled slightly, enjoying his visit. He nodded his head towards passing namekians, this time smiling to ensure they didn't fear him. Finally, he saw it. The Grand Elder's home, the Guru. He walked up to the building.