- Requirements:
- With a mentor:
Have one single thread where you train using your secondary magic
Each post needs to be at least 250 words otherwise your thread might be denied
The thread's title must be in this format '(Your Username)'s Secondary Magic Training [Private]'
Minimum of 30 posts
Trainee's posts must be greater than or equal to the amount of posts done by the mentor.
The difference in posts between the two cannot exceed 10 posts - 20-10 would be fine, 21-9 would be not.
Mentor must be equal or greater rank than you
Mentor does not have to have the magic you wish to train for or anything similar. It just makes more sense if they do.
Without a mentor:
Have one single thread where you train using your secondary magic
Each post needs to be at least 300 words otherwise your thread will be denied
The thread's title must be in this format '(Your Username)'s Secondary Magic Training [Private]'
Minimum of 30 posts
The last few days of Xavier’s life have been… at the best description, somewhat of a blur to him. All he could remember was bits and pieces of the things that occurred, and there was simply a scar across his chest very close to his heart. The pain, regardless of the fact that he couldn’t seem to remember what had happened. I throbbed every few seconds with a sharp pain that felt like a knife was lodged inside of his heart to this moment. Coming to a stop at the serene cliffs, he sat down at the edge of the cliff and crossed his legs. He breathed deeply, and it only served to hurt him more, his lungs aggravating the pain. Despite this he could feel something was different at his very core, as his body seemed to drum to a silent beat with a raw, untapped power. It was disturbing to think what might’ve happened to him, and who might do something like this to make him… stronger, perhaps.
If there was anything within him that he had yet to understand, then he knew there was only one certain way he was going to get anything out of himself. He closed his eyes, and focused trying to find something to focus on to drive this session of meditation. The waves beneath him crashed against the surf and splattered the wall of the cliff face with salt water. From the bottom of the cliff side it sounded deafening, but at the top the sound of it was rather soothing, and he could easily pick apart each sound. The wave built up, it crashed to the shore, and shortly receded. This process repeated every few seconds, and it was easy for him to sync his breathing, drawing in as the waves comes across holding it through the crash, and exhaling as the water recedes.
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