Tria 81380/37 Syn RavenHeart The waves were calm and cool, the air was peaceful, and the surroundings were pleasing. Syn had never noticed the area around. Well He DID notice his surroundings, but he had never actually pay close attention. Only now as he was alone, did he carefully look around. Though he was drifting aimlessly where the wind was taking him, he didn't seem to mind. He had actually gave a small smile as he looked around him. "Hmph.....I must admit....it isn't so bad here." muttered Syn to himself. He began manipulating the air around him making slight waves for himself. He knew it was childish to waste his energy on such fruiitless endeavors, but he didn't care. Syn, then lay on his back, his hands behind his head, and dazed into the sky for the moment. It had been a long time since Syn smiled even a litle. Even at the orphanage where he had come from, he didn't ever smile. Then again there was no reason to smile. He seemed to be disliked by everyone because of how he looked. It was either that or they made fun of him. He was an utter outcast. Syn, remembering this, laughed bitterly as he lay on the raft. He got up for a second and looked at his claws. He admired the steely hardness of his claws, the fruits of his training, the proof of his existence. Syn looking at this got serious once more and stood up on the moving raft shaking slightly to keep his balance. "Whew! I almost lost focus there for a second. I can't just take a break like this. If I'm ever to become stronger I must harness my abilities and even gain more strengths. I must never grow weak....." Syn began feeling the air around him, moving it to his will. He began swirling the air around his claws. This continuous circular motions of the wind turned into a minature hurricane. Syn marveled at how the wind whipped around his claws. The only thing was how to control it. Wind wasn't like water and ice after all. It had no physical form so it was much harder to handle, but Syn still persisted. Little did Syn know that the waters were getting rougher. He didn't really notice until the raft bumbed up in the air, causing Syn to land on his face. Rubbing his face, he looked around. What was once the calm refreshing river had turned to a treacherous maelstrom. Syn tried to use his abilities to tried a steer, but the waters were to rough. The Hard water had thrown the raft into the air and had it crashed on several rocks that had been laying there. Syn had landed very badly on his wings as the waters whipped him away through the river. Syn had managed to get onto a slab of what was the remainder of the raft. He then fastened himself with the remaining rubble as he was carried off. Syn was then sent hurltling through the air and into a rock, not damgeing the raft, but knocking Syn unconcious. Ironically, the river was beginning to quiet down after this happened. Syn layed on the raft out cold as he began drifting out towards the oceans.
