Post by jessay on Apr 13, 2007 17:51:29 GMT -5
Gabriel walked down the path from the school to where the Training Grounds were directed to him. He stuffed the badly written directions into his baggy pants pocket and continued down, making his way onto a very large field. He didn't see anyone at the time, and he took that moment to take advantage of his privacy. His wings were nicely folded on his back, and with the privacy he pulled the white beater he had been wearing off and revealed his upper body, quite well formed. Flying wasn't all wing power.
He took a seat on the grass, crossing his legs and shutting his eyes as he found the muscles controlling his flying contraptions. They tensed and his wings slowly stretched out, reaching to either side of him, the feathers slowly spacing as he stretched. He kept his eyes shut as they reached up above his head, as high as physically possible against his straining body, until he released the stress and they slowly pulled back in, folding back up tightly, then relaxing to rest partly on the grass. His decisions was made. He would practice his flight combined with his fiery potential, no metaphors included. He held up a hand and a small flame burst into action, dancing and floating above his palm, entertaining those green eyes of his. He smiled slightly, watching his flame take the form of different creatures that came to mind. A horse, a wolf, a hawk. All of the above had served him well in the years long past. He stood, the flame dropping from his hand to form a low circle of fire surrounding him. He felt none of the heat.
He took a seat on the grass, crossing his legs and shutting his eyes as he found the muscles controlling his flying contraptions. They tensed and his wings slowly stretched out, reaching to either side of him, the feathers slowly spacing as he stretched. He kept his eyes shut as they reached up above his head, as high as physically possible against his straining body, until he released the stress and they slowly pulled back in, folding back up tightly, then relaxing to rest partly on the grass. His decisions was made. He would practice his flight combined with his fiery potential, no metaphors included. He held up a hand and a small flame burst into action, dancing and floating above his palm, entertaining those green eyes of his. He smiled slightly, watching his flame take the form of different creatures that came to mind. A horse, a wolf, a hawk. All of the above had served him well in the years long past. He stood, the flame dropping from his hand to form a low circle of fire surrounding him. He felt none of the heat.