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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]William Connors[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] Makeshift Gym(In Iron Fang Territory) • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color]Dusk[/center]
[center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] N/A • [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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Again, the thought echoed in his head as he kept hitting the punching bag. You need to be stronger. The sounds of William focusing on the punching bag intensify as his punches strike harder and harder. It is filling his ears as he continues to listen to his stray thoughts. You failed them, and a memory would surface, and it was her face. That memory struck a nerve, and with great strength, he punched the punching bag so hard that it almost came off its ceiling mount.  

William, breathing heavily, backed off from the punching bag and tried to calm down. This is what he does when he needs to focus on something else for a time. Work out and practice his martial skills in this place that could be called a gym. For the anniversary of him joining the Lost Claws is coming, and it is all he has been thinking about. But even as he relaxed and went to get some water to drink. A nice refreshing taste of cold water straight from his water bottle. Even now, practicing does not help to ease his thoughts.

It has been a tradition of his to honor the Lost Claws that he joined every year by visiting their old hideout and paying his respects to his old Alpha. Not the one that ruined everything, and the thought of her made his blood boil. Still, he tried to calm down a bit and not destroy another punching bag. Which based on how some people in the pack have been using his gym equipment when he is not around. It can get expensive to replace the broken equipment.

"Breath in, breath out," William said to himself softly as he breathed purposely. The main thing about this tradition of his is that so far, no one has claimed the Lost Claws' old hideout. Since that place is hard to find if you do not know where to find it. So it can act as a place where he can relax and reflect on things if he wishes. Or his own personal safehouse. But the memories of that place are mixed with both good and bad, so he tends not to stay long there.

So after claiming down, William inspected the punching bag, and to his surprise. It is still intact and can take more punches. Good, he thought as he was relieved as he felt the worn material of the punching bag. 

Though a part of him would feel uneasy, as William has not told anyone about his tradition. Even though he is apart of a new pack, the IronFangs, which he is glad to have joined. William still has his secrets, and honestly, he was not sure how the others would feel about his tradition. Honoring the old while serving the new. He is not sure when he will feel comfortable about talking about it, since the Lost Claws he remembers is not the same one that people know about. At least the ones that bothered to care and remember about a pack that tore itself apart. 

Still, he is with the Iron Fang now, and William is expecting to stay, as long as things stay the course, and so far. He has not seen anyone stray from the pack's mission. A thought that he is grateful for, but for long remains to be seen. 

After making sure he does not have to buy another punching bag and checking his watch to see what time it was. William figured that he had done enough practicing for today and felt a bit hungry. So after cleaning himself off with a towel and putting his shirt back on. William called the Golden Wok, "Hey, hello, I would like to place an order to be picked up." 

William has no plans tonight and was expecting to take it easy. Though a shower would not be so bad right now, he thought after placing the order. But the night has not yet begun, and the city can be an interesting place at night. That he knows from experience, and it is time to see what the night has in store for him.