RUN UNTIL WE DROP -- martial arts; open

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar was currently sitting just outside of the town, the various colours in the town and territory never ceasing to surprise him. Despite that his mind was on another matter, in front of the child a large book lie open, several different fighting moves displaying themselves upon the two pages. How the tiger cub came across this book? He had been doing more exploring of the town when he had found a house that was much like a library. Traf, after accidentally knocking a shelf was buried in a pile of books, luckily the cub had survived and the first book he sighted was one on martial arts.


    The male had been reading through the book for about an hour now, his gaze flicking from one thing to another as he absorbed the information much like a sponge would water. The tiger cub had quickly decided this was something he wanted to learn. Finding a tree the male would stand on his hind paws and begin to punch and kick the tree as the book had instructed. Swinging his body into the throws and glancing back at the book here and there for tips. It appeared as if Trafalgar Law had found himself a hobby for the moment. [/fancypost]

    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [justify][size=11px]Martial arts? Knightpup wanted to learn how to fight, of course, but he'd never gotten around to it, as passing adults had refused to take his desires seriously. The religious male wanted to fight for what was right, but if he had no knowledge, then he was useless. He wanted to learn, and was debating self-teaching himself in the time until his apprenticeship, and was pondering this as he came across Trafalgar. Hmm ... The tiger seemed agile enough, and the wolf wanted in, wanted to gain.


    " What are you doing? " he asked, tail flicking behind him.
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #knightlegendstark


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; color: black]For Funkit himself, he wasn't interested in fighting. Or healing. Well, if he had a choice of choosing either of them, he would pick healing. He didn't like violence. Period. He just thought that it was useless arguing over someone trespassing a territory or something like that. Okay, maybe the other clan would deserve it if they do something bad to his clanmate, but what does it prove exactly? What was the point when you're just making blood and deaths occur side to side? And for him, as much as he wouldn't like if people hurt his clanmates and would hope something bad would happen, he wasn't that much of a violent person. Could he? "Heyyy, did the tree did something bad to you?! I wanna beat up the tree too!" Came a call from the child who was literally rolling his way over beside Knightpup and stood up awkwardly to see the tiger cub who was doing what he said to the tree with a frown. Of course, he didn't notice the book he had with him. Funkit was just too busy wondering what would a tree do that would make Trafalgar wanting to beat the cow out of it. Hm.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar jumped as his little training session was disrupted, he hadn't exactly been expecting any visitors. Traf turned his gaze to Knightpup and offered a feverish smile, stopping and letting out a deep breath. [b]"Training of sorts I suppose, I'm doing what's called... martial arts,"     he insisted with a shrug of his shoulders. If Knightpup was interested Traf might of just found himself a training buddy, maybe he'd ask him in a moment if he appeared interested.


    Next the males gaze fixated on Funkit with a laugh "He was standing in my way so I had to do something," he joked though he wouldn't be to surprised if Fun took it seriously. Trafalgar rolled back his tense shoulders so he could smile at the duo. [/fancypost]

    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [justify][size=11px]Knight offered a tentative smile, inclining his head. " It sounds interesting. Can I take a look? " he gestured to the book Trafalgar had evidently copied the moves from with a blonde paw, hazel eyes glancing to the novel with a childish intrigue.


    (Mobile and school)
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #knightlegendstark

    [justify]Neptuneblue would've laughed and joined in if this wasn't his kid. He would've happily ignored the group if this wasn't his kid. If this wasn't his kid. But this was his kid and he sure as hell wasn't happy about all this 'martial arts' crap. His kid was flinging himself around too carelessly and he was going to get himself hurt. "Ey! Kiddo, be more careful!"


    Neptuneblue was not a good father. He tried so hard to not be anything like his own father that he ended up becoming just like him, because he was so... careful. He ruled his kids' lives and was too worried to let them do anything.[/justify]
    #ccnep15