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[Standing on a field of grass is Reever, hands out in front of him and fingers fanned apart. Blue eyes are hidden behind closed lids as he concentrates; a tornado of wind whirls violently a few meters ahead of him, contained in one area. A brown wing twitches when a section of the funnel attempts to break away from his control.
With a slight frown marring his face, Reever opens his eyes and disperses the whirlwind. A strong gust breezes lowly across the green field, pulling a few strands out of the earth. Fisting his hands, the falcon demon forms a ball of wind around the detached hays of grass. Then, flicking a finger, he sends the blades to the tree trunks, embedding them into the wood.]
...
[He sighs.]
It's not good enough...
(ooc: Anyone wanna help him train? Saying hi to him would be just as good too~)
With a slight frown marring his face, Reever opens his eyes and disperses the whirlwind. A strong gust breezes lowly across the green field, pulling a few strands out of the earth. Fisting his hands, the falcon demon forms a ball of wind around the detached hays of grass. Then, flicking a finger, he sends the blades to the tree trunks, embedding them into the wood.]
...
[He sighs.]
It's not good enough...
(ooc: Anyone wanna help him train? Saying hi to him would be just as good too~)