Post by Damien Evermore on Feb 9, 2011 13:31:13 GMT 10
Damien sat at the bottom of a large oak tree, the leaves whistling with the wind that commanded them. A rainbow had just began to glow as the storm clouds fled. He had made it out of the house just as the storm had ended. Thus, rain puddles were scattered through out the dirt ground. The warlock had his knee propped up with his elbow resting on it. His palm twitched as his fingers moved. Drops of water sprang up from its host and seemed to dance in the air. He smiled, his eyes purple. He had only gained his powers two years ago, and had only learned to use them for specific purposes only over the last few months. Instead of just making this combust when he was mad.
His arm lifted as the water turned into a sphere and with a beckon it came to levitate over his palm. Damien grinned, the peacefulness of the forest made it so easy to practice his gifts.
His arm lifted as the water turned into a sphere and with a beckon it came to levitate over his palm. Damien grinned, the peacefulness of the forest made it so easy to practice his gifts.
