Itzal stopped running and took a deep breath, trying to get as much air as his lungs could take in. The black male had been running at a steady pace for the past hour and had finally decided to give himself a break. He leaned against a tree and let out the deep breath he had just taken in. He was pushing himself today because for the last few weeks he had been unable to freely run because of his damn leg. Now that his leg was feeling good as new he had no excuse not to come out and push himself. He hadn't even started using his weapons yet either. He had his katana with him, though he barely knew how to use it, and his knives. His knives were his specialty though he was always open for learning to use new weapons, his knives and his dagger were the first weapons he reached for when it came down to it.
Itzal took a breath and pushed off the tree. He started to jog, his hand already pulling three throwing knives out of his pouch. He scanned the trees in front of him, his eyes locking on one about 15 feet from him. He threw the first two knives and watched them hit the tree with a smack. He switched his gaze to a tree that was a another five feet to the left of the first and threw the last knife. Itzal stopped his jogging and went to get the first two knives. He pulled them out, having to use a bit of strength because they were so far embedded in the wood. When he finally got the two out he moved on to the third. When he got to the knife he pulled on the knife. He managed to wiggle it out of the wood with a smirk. He looked around and then blew out a exasperated breath, "Stupid trees" He growled, feeling restless. It didn't matter how much he threw his knives, he still wanted something more. He wanted to actually fight with someone. Even if it wasn't a serious fight.
Itzal started walking again, all threw knives back in their place. He pulled the two sultan knives off his belt and twirled them in his hands. He wanted some use for his weapons. He wanted someone to come to him and give him a job. A job that suited his special skills. A job that suited the profession he had chosen to follow. But no one had in a while and that just caused the male to want a job more. He knew that soon he would start to move up the warrior ranks in the pack but in the mean time he wanted something to do.
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