Clash with Leo

Noss · 01-09-2011, 06:21 PM

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Throws you for a loop, don't it? :3 Makes you question your sanity when you have to switch personalities at the snap of the fingers @.@

Noss could tell from the spunky--or stupid--wolf before him that things were not going to go smoothly. His words made him want to put the other male in his place; hold his throat to the ground until he begged for mercy. They were terrible, blood-thirsty thoughts, and it was only the dominating part of Noss that made them come out. But for the moment, that part was the most prominant... "You will hold your to--" Strel's hand on his shoulder jerked him from the brink of attack, and he set his lips back over his teeth, reluctantly listening to Strel. The last comment held the most promise; ask questions first, bite heads off later. Oh yes; that was a most tempting promise indeed, the longer he looked at the white wolf in front of him. He nodded to Strel, a small thank you for keeping him from tearing the wolf apart right then and there.

The second-to-last straw that would break the camel's back was hearing of Kemo's origins. If he's from our tribe, he should know how to respect his betters, he growled inside, feeling disgraced at the other's lack of subordination. Ex-tribe member or no, the sheer difference in size should have sent him a sign of submission. But then his gaze was drawn to his opposer's eyes, and he realized why he was acting so foolishly; he was blind. Would that mean that Noss would go any easier on him? Chivalry said yes, but his blood said no. And then the stranger continued to speak; stating that Ralla wasn't going anywhere. Noss himself had told Ralla that when they had been back in the Crescent Moon Pack, but had she listened? No. So he took some comfort that it was unlikely that she would adhere to this wolf's words either. Maybe... A small part of him realized that 'no, she wasn't going to leave', just because it was her decision, and Noss didn't have the heart anymore to just drag her back, especially since it would be hypocritical, considering that he had no intention of staying in the Moon Tribe permanantly anymore. With the way he was currently behaving, he could almost imagine how surprised Ralla would be once he told her.

With fur still on end, Noss continued his interrogation--or reverse interrogation, as it was turning out to be--as his sister attempted to keep the fragile peace. "I came because we were worried about you. I got instructions from a Shaman in one of the other packs. But Ralla... How could you...?" The question sounded so weak that Noss wanted to punch himself, but it held. He trusted Strel to introduce himself, and he would not embaress the redheaded male by just declaring his love again in front of the group. He would, however, tell Ralla of his circumstances later. His eyes turned momentarilly back to the stranger--Kemo, as Ralla had introduced him--and couldn't help but think that the name was familiar. He wanted to have a few...choice words, with the other male, about his relation with his sister, since he still only wanted the discussion he truly desired to be between him and Ralla. I swear, if he's so much as touched her, or made her upset... With grim anger flooding his thoughts, everything was beginning to blur in reason; including the obvious event that the two were already touching...

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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