[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Now since they were forced onto the yacht, aimlessly drifting atop the sea, he had been given the task of informing others on the elemental powers. From what he had discovered, there were five types in all: fire, water, earth, air and lightning. He supposed he would be able to tell the most about his own, but even he did not fully understand his ability or the extent of the power. All he knew was that there was a demon within him, fueling him with the pyrokinesis. Santana also knew of the other side of the curse he had been given, but he treated neither the fire elementals, or the fact that he could transform into a demon, as a curse. He saw it as more of a gift. Fire, however, was dangerous, and he was well aware of that fact. Many fires started within the small block the gangs resided in, and often it was able to destroy gangs' homes.
Santana had been focused on the fire he was creating in his paw when he realized he had waited long enough to call others forward to learn more about elementals. He extinguished the flames and set his paw on the wooden floor beneath him, chin tilted up as he gazed around. So far, there were only NPC's gathered on the deck. It wasn't enough to draw interest. There had to be a high position, or at least someone well known within the clan to also bring others to the lesson with them. "I got some things to say about elemental powers! 'Cause we're on this damn boat, we need to be safe, and shit," he paused as he attempted to think of another statement to add on. "So it's kinda like a safety lesson, I guess." The fawn kit shifted in his seat as he called out to anyone nearby, lips pursing. With a yawn, Santana moved to lift himself from the floor, now waiting for others to gather near him. He wanted to get this over with soon rather than later. Teaching wasn't an act he was good at, as being as young as he was posed some problems. His tail lashed to the side as his frustration and impatience grew, even if his features were rather mellow.