<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/p0XHlTW.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Surprised<br/><br/>Troy practiced the kata over and over. After a few rounds, and learning the way the stones felt beneath his paws, he was able to close his eyes. Everything slowed as he shifted from one deliberate movement to another. Some were slow arm and leg combinations - others punctuated with sharp kicks and swift turns. He locked and braced his arms at times, and others they floated over his head or down by his sides. He was almost in a trance-like state.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, umm could ...could you show me this thing your doing?" </strong>Almost. A soft breeze of a voice broke his attention and he finished a round-house like kick to stand in front of her. Troy looked up (with eyes that still held their normally striking sharp blue color) and for a moment Troy thought he was being played again. He cocked a toothy grin and was about to make some smart-ass comment but the look on her face - she might not actually recognize him, yet. He knew her though. In this form her intoxicating smell (and even the pheromones which telegraphed her strong emotions) were clear as a bell to his animal senses. And, pleasantly, a bit of her normally icy and dicey front that she showed to the world seemed to be down. Not sure if he would have the chance again, Troy played along.<br/><br/>"It's called a kata.." He stood back to let her into his make-shift practice area if he wanted to join him. "It is a way to practice martial arts moves." He got into a basic stance with his left foot in front and his right foot pressed out by his side. He took a few slow steps, moving his arms over and under each other as he turned. "But it is more than just steps. It's a focus on breathing and a way to sharpen the mind."