Post by Naroka on Dec 20, 2014 0:05:16 GMT
Darn! The battle before had done a number on the Namekian. His body bruised and worn, hurt and bumping from pain. He had been stationed back at the lookout, being granted permission by another Namekian whom he had come to meet long after the fight. His worn body being put into a relaxed state as he sit cross legged by the edge of the rimmed platform. His eyes shut and fingertips aligned. His frown being the most familiar thing on his form.
His brown and golden gi glimmering against the the sun above. His navy blue mask raised above his nose and mouth. His antenna, bouncing and stiff as he begin meditating. Refusing to truly move and only do so when he nod once. His breaths more relaxed and normal than during the battle against the young child and the known Athren. Steamy ki arising from his shoulders and legs as he entered the deep state of mind.
“Father?”
“My son.”
“I've battled against the Saiyan once again. It was quite fruitful.”
“That is most wondrous, my child.”
The two Namekian's began conversing. The son speaking and bowing to the fatherly greenie. They continued on and had their eyes shut. Feeling one another's presence through sound alone. Both men smiling with sincerity. It was one of the few situations at which Naroka Ukare would ever present a warm and loving emotion out. His hands to his side while his father step forward and embrace him in his arms.
“Yes, my child. You have done well. I am most proud of you.” The true dream Namek had given the praise, the sons spirit raised somewhat. In the real world, his bruises and scrapes had been healing ever so slowly yet at a beautiful pace. Something about talking to his father during meditation had done that.
“Thank you, father. While this was short, I have you to be grateful to for my power.” Ukare bowed, the man before him vanishing into nothingness. The mind space reverted back into the real world; Ukare still sitting down and meditating in a normal state then.
His brown and golden gi glimmering against the the sun above. His navy blue mask raised above his nose and mouth. His antenna, bouncing and stiff as he begin meditating. Refusing to truly move and only do so when he nod once. His breaths more relaxed and normal than during the battle against the young child and the known Athren. Steamy ki arising from his shoulders and legs as he entered the deep state of mind.
“Father?”
“My son.”
“I've battled against the Saiyan once again. It was quite fruitful.”
“That is most wondrous, my child.”
The two Namekian's began conversing. The son speaking and bowing to the fatherly greenie. They continued on and had their eyes shut. Feeling one another's presence through sound alone. Both men smiling with sincerity. It was one of the few situations at which Naroka Ukare would ever present a warm and loving emotion out. His hands to his side while his father step forward and embrace him in his arms.
“Yes, my child. You have done well. I am most proud of you.” The true dream Namek had given the praise, the sons spirit raised somewhat. In the real world, his bruises and scrapes had been healing ever so slowly yet at a beautiful pace. Something about talking to his father during meditation had done that.
“Thank you, father. While this was short, I have you to be grateful to for my power.” Ukare bowed, the man before him vanishing into nothingness. The mind space reverted back into the real world; Ukare still sitting down and meditating in a normal state then.