A poor worker blames his tools
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ooc: holy crap on a stick Jess! O_O


Ty had been out in the middle of the night trying to practice his fighting talents, but again, with no sparring partner, he was having issues actually reforming his old skills. Tonight he had resorted to attacking trees, striking at them with his claws in an attempt to refine his clawmarks, making them more precise and accurate, therefore making them more lethal. But he also attempted to break some of the branches with his bare hands, of course, Ty had some issues with that and actually hurt his hands trying to chop off a branch with his hand, but ended up simply clutching his hand and wincing. Luckily, it was dark and nobody was around to see Ty screw up, but maybe soon he would have to find a sparring partner, and he hadn't seen Pendzez for a while, which complicated that matter even more. Hopefully he'd see Jantus and his group soon and have a rematch with Mala, the female wolf he beat in a match. Lord knew she wanted another shot at him


However, Ty was now tired, and thirsty, from running around in the woods practicing his strikes on trees, so he decided to go to the nearest place to get water and grab a drink. His tall, toned optime form slowly slipped along in the shadows of night towards the water, the moonlight striking him now and again, causing his eyes to glisten with each strike of the light. As the orange wolf set a course for the nearby lake he scratched his head in discontent. He was beginning to feel he couldn't get back the skills he had once as a fighter, once being a great warrior overseas, being a feared force to fight against, despite his age, and he had done his best here in the Valley to train and get his mojo back, but he didn't feel he was reaching the level he used to have. Was it the fact there was no longer anything that had him face-to-face with death? Did he just need a sparring partner? Whatever it was, Ty felt he was not on the level he used to have, but that didn't mean he wouldn't stop trying to improve himself, even if that meant finding other people to train him, he would listen and improve himself on that as well.


He eventually made it to the watering hole, he could hear a voice, this was the second time that Ty had heard someone out there at this time of night, but who was it? Who was out here this time? The voice sounded familiar, none other then Andrea, but who was she talking to? Taking a light sniff of the air, he received nothing helpful, the other there was new, but part of the Valley, and that's all he could tell by the smell, so what else could he really do but get closer? He non-chalantly walked out from the trees to see who Andrea was talking to, a tall, white male wolf with bright red eyes, every similar to Pendzez, except thinner, with silver streaks in his eyes, and a very intriguing tattoo on his leg, which was one of the first things that caught Ty's gaze, before the rest of the individual. Being the friendly wolf that he was, he might as well say hello to Andrea and her friend.


"Well hello there." Ty said as he made his way to the water, kneeling down so he could dip his hands in it. "Wonderful night isn't it?"


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