Clash with Leo

Noss · 12-23-2010, 10:25 PM

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Order from here on out is: Ralla, Kemo, Noss, Strel. Let's see who gets confused with all the mixed in scenes first @_@ (Woohoo; 4 people post > Big Grin )

Against all odds, Noss had finally convinced Strel to bring him to AniWaya. He had been reluctant to ask after the reaction he had received from his insistance on it at first, but it had to be done. Their relationship had stabalized, but Noss could regrettably not call it 'better'... Their trek around another territory took them a few days in the deepening snow, but they eventually arrived at the borders. Noss could see a fence made of metal spanning a large distance, and as they neared the boundary more and more, a scent caught his attention. Even in the snow, scents lingered for a time, and the one he had was fresh.

Ralla.

He then deviated from the course of following Strel, tracking his sister's scent until he was deep into the woods, but had not crossed that metal fence where the AniWayan markers were strongest. Luckily, the trail led from over the fence into the no-man's-land where he could follow. He saw his sister, then, emerging from a tree hollow in her lupus form. He had barely recognized her, some red paint that marked her now unfamiliar to his memory of a snow-white pelt. But there had been no mistaking those necklaces, green eyes, and tell-tale brand.

Anger bubbled up from inside him, unbidden, as fear registered in her eyes. He assumed she had exited the hollow after scenting him as well, but now she looked terrified as she realized just how real the event that was occuring was. He was so mad at her, the emotion an accumulative of restrained feelings from the past, most of them irrelevant now that his own course had changed. Regardless, he stalked up to her--a towering beheamoth to her as he stood in optime form--and stared her down with a sharp edge in his eyes. At first, he said nothing, just looking at his runaway sibling with all the scolding daggers he could muster drived at her through his eyes. He wanted to yell at her for her beheavior--for making them worry--but instead all he did was revert to that low rumble of a voice that he knew she knew meant the end of all tomfoolery. "Ralla... What are you doing here? As if he already didn't know. It wasn't so much why she had left as how. The fact was she had commited abandonment--no prior warning, no permission, no contact for months--and from family, Noss couldn't bear that shame. His nose twitched imperceptibly, and he stared out of the corner of his eye at the hollow where she had just emerged, scenting another wolf there within. Automatically, his mind assumed the worst, and his hackles raised to full peak.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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