10-04-2010, 03:43 PM
OOC: Sweet 
Thankies for the interesting thread to come; always wanted to test Noss's battle prowess >:3
Noss's ears twitched warningly as he bit down into the deer meat he had justfully earned. They twisted and turned, trying to alert him to company, but the full meal was much too welcoming for Noss to even perceive a threat. What greeted him when the scent hit his nose above the smell of blood and animal made him lift his bloody jaw to stare at the new wolf. The other was obviously hostile, and Noss licked his jaws with a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth--Oh, quite brave, isn't he?--before they turned down in his regular stoic stare; eyes cold and shining like twin moons on a cloudy night. He brought himself up to his full height and mirrored the other's motions when the stench of 'threat' came, and he felt infuriated that he was being treated so. So angry was he that he had not, indeed, smelled the change of territory, even then.
"I need no permission from the likes of you, underling," Noss replied as he felt his muscles tense and his adrenaline race. The other was on equal height with him, maybe smaller, but Noss was confident in his secui strength heightening his already built form. But other than that, he was insulted now that the other dared to address him like he was a common omega. "Only your Chief. And if you are not him, I have no business with you." To emphasize his point, he took a brave step forward and let loose his own sound, a mix of a snarl and a growl, showing off his own set of canines as the fur alone his neck spiked upwards along the raised shoulders. Noss had learned young to know no fear. He matched stare for cold stare, stance for powerful stance. The other appeared younger than he, but he also knew not to judge by a first glance. The code of the warrior was burned deep in his mind, and he was ready to take down any who impeded his journey. If he was in fact on a territory, he--as the son of and next Chief of his own pack--would humble himself to no other than his equals or betters. And maybe, perhaps, this apparantly hostile tribe could point him where he needed to go, or give him a hint of where he needed to be. So frazzled were his nerves that he didn't care if he had to force the information out by challenge.
But this other grey wolf was already ticking on that last nerve. He was already annoyed that his sister had fled and that he was worried sick about her, but now he had a brawl to get over with. While he relished the thought of a good fight, his haughty thoughts were barely kept in check, lest they make him smirk and give the other a false sense of hope that Noss would ever bow down to those weaker than he.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
Thankies for the interesting thread to come; always wanted to test Noss's battle prowess >:3Noss's ears twitched warningly as he bit down into the deer meat he had justfully earned. They twisted and turned, trying to alert him to company, but the full meal was much too welcoming for Noss to even perceive a threat. What greeted him when the scent hit his nose above the smell of blood and animal made him lift his bloody jaw to stare at the new wolf. The other was obviously hostile, and Noss licked his jaws with a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth--Oh, quite brave, isn't he?--before they turned down in his regular stoic stare; eyes cold and shining like twin moons on a cloudy night. He brought himself up to his full height and mirrored the other's motions when the stench of 'threat' came, and he felt infuriated that he was being treated so. So angry was he that he had not, indeed, smelled the change of territory, even then.
"I need no permission from the likes of you, underling," Noss replied as he felt his muscles tense and his adrenaline race. The other was on equal height with him, maybe smaller, but Noss was confident in his secui strength heightening his already built form. But other than that, he was insulted now that the other dared to address him like he was a common omega. "Only your Chief. And if you are not him, I have no business with you." To emphasize his point, he took a brave step forward and let loose his own sound, a mix of a snarl and a growl, showing off his own set of canines as the fur alone his neck spiked upwards along the raised shoulders. Noss had learned young to know no fear. He matched stare for cold stare, stance for powerful stance. The other appeared younger than he, but he also knew not to judge by a first glance. The code of the warrior was burned deep in his mind, and he was ready to take down any who impeded his journey. If he was in fact on a territory, he--as the son of and next Chief of his own pack--would humble himself to no other than his equals or betters. And maybe, perhaps, this apparantly hostile tribe could point him where he needed to go, or give him a hint of where he needed to be. So frazzled were his nerves that he didn't care if he had to force the information out by challenge.
But this other grey wolf was already ticking on that last nerve. He was already annoyed that his sister had fled and that he was worried sick about her, but now he had a brawl to get over with. While he relished the thought of a good fight, his haughty thoughts were barely kept in check, lest they make him smirk and give the other a false sense of hope that Noss would ever bow down to those weaker than he.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.