At first he thought he has gotten the hang of it, but his sore wings fall short and Malachi dropped to the ground like a rock.'How annoying!' He thinks to himself, not getting the result he wanted.
"They don't hurt yet." He flexes the muscle testing it out. The movement felt out of place but it didn't cause too much pain. "I want to keep going, quitting now would be stupid!" He snaps, sounding more like his father than he means to. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude..you..reminded me of my dad with that voice." He slightly frowns but tucks it away, "Do you have kids? Because that voice reminds me of my dad." He wonders aloud, as he re-position's himself for another run.
He was going to glide dang it! Even if it took all night!
Malachi takes off for the stump once again. His paws push off the wood and he thrusts his wings; willing them to beat so that he can hover in the air.
[OOC NOTES:]
NPC DICE ROLL: Strength
Health: 7 / 8HP {lost 1 hp in previous post}
success = Malachi hovers in the air.
Fail = His wings are more sore than he originally thinks, he falls again. -1hp
speech