06-29-2009, 01:29 AM
Ty had not been shy to admit he was a trained and talented fighter in optime form, as a sailor his ship had come across shaolin monks in Asia who had taught him ad his crew mates how to fight in exchange for some trading goods. However, unlike the other sailors, who had simply took learning how to fight for granted, Ty took a bit of fondness to their fighting styles as arts, as that is what they were to him. What those wolves knew about fighting, and what the humans who made the martial arts before them, had made quite a beautiful thing. Ty had been slightly entranced by their foreign teachings and culture, their morals and ethics so much different from his own. He had learned what he could for as log as he was there, and now that he was in Pheonix Valley, he would keep some of those teachings to heart, especially his fighting talent. Despite his shorter and lighter stature than most, he was slightly larger than a coyote, he was still an incredibly formidable fighter, and he had the scars to prove it. On the seas he was praised for his talents as a warrior at sea, felling many a pirate or bandit that attacked his ship, being one of the best fighters out on the ocean.
However, those days had passed where he needed to be actively ready to fight at a moment's notice, Ty now lived in peaceful Pheonix Valley, where the only really violence he had to practice was hunting, although he would admit he wasn't a fantastic hunter. However, Ty still liked keeping his skills as a fighter in optime form intact. Ty was still a talented and lethal fighter in hand-to-hand combat with other wolves, being able to take out wolves bigger than himself, and he still enjoyed practicing what he was taught. He didn't see the Tai Chi he was taught by the monks as simply a way to defend himself, he saw it also as very calming, peaceful way to relax, although he hardly considered himself a master of it, after all, he was only a year and a half old, he could only learn so much.
However, he found himself practicing it in Firefly Fields, slowly swaying and moving, flowing in body motion. He almost danced with the wind, in appearance, it was beautiful. The way he swayed with the wind as he practiced was entrancing to any who watched, his attempt to unify his mind, body, and spirit was impressive, to say the least. He continued swaying and weaving with the flow of the wind, simply passing time, after all, he had plenty to spare.
However, those days had passed where he needed to be actively ready to fight at a moment's notice, Ty now lived in peaceful Pheonix Valley, where the only really violence he had to practice was hunting, although he would admit he wasn't a fantastic hunter. However, Ty still liked keeping his skills as a fighter in optime form intact. Ty was still a talented and lethal fighter in hand-to-hand combat with other wolves, being able to take out wolves bigger than himself, and he still enjoyed practicing what he was taught. He didn't see the Tai Chi he was taught by the monks as simply a way to defend himself, he saw it also as very calming, peaceful way to relax, although he hardly considered himself a master of it, after all, he was only a year and a half old, he could only learn so much.
However, he found himself practicing it in Firefly Fields, slowly swaying and moving, flowing in body motion. He almost danced with the wind, in appearance, it was beautiful. The way he swayed with the wind as he practiced was entrancing to any who watched, his attempt to unify his mind, body, and spirit was impressive, to say the least. He continued swaying and weaving with the flow of the wind, simply passing time, after all, he had plenty to spare.