09-14-2013, 08:41 PM
Luke examined the area a little more, his light brown eyes examining closely. He rose his hand slightly, motioning for his commander and other cell members to rest. The kingdom looked ancient and partly vacant. At least his eyes revealed as much. His ears and nose told a different story. He could smell the scent of many around him, but several stood out. One was of someone he thought he got rid of a while back: Jon Befort. The other was of someone else that vaguely matched the scent of the forest and village. The dark skinned male ran a hand through his light colored mohawk -the pattern resembling a leopards- as he figured he could lure them out. He trailed away from the others, hiding away as electricity slowly gathered. He could weed out the pests and go from there.