*plays a movie of Noss frolicking across a field of flowers, running to Strel while calling his name* Be scarred for life -w-
Before they saw each other, Noss could smell Strel. It was the scent of pine trees and the scent of cloth and red hair dye. Despite himself, Noss's tail began to wag--him cursing the involuntary reaction to his bones--when Strel emerged from behind the trunks of the trees. Going home had not been so never-wracking or as exciting as it was now--or, correction, the Moon Tribe was no longer his home. He was trying to make his home here. The corners of Noss's moon yellow eyes turned upwards as he grinned, no teeth, and walked up to Strel in confidant strides. Even if Strel rebuffed him, he would not lose his pride, his confidence. But...in all truth, he was scared, because he couldn't assure himself what he would really be like if that happened.
"Strel," he said, coming closer to the lavender-eyed male, looking down into them. How he had missed this man who kept his days entertaining, who made him feel like more than a warrior. And it was such a sentiment because, really, Strel didn't show fear for his--previous--status nor did he bow to him. It was the best. It had always been. But then he also noticed how out of breath Strel seemed, and instantly Noss jumped into their fray. "Did you run out here?" he asked, satisfaction in his voice. Well, at least he still wanted to see me. Oh, he wanted to do so much more than talk to Strel or look at him. He needed to feel that the other man was there, and he was so filled with this longing, too. It was as if it was their first meeting all over again, but Noss held himself in check. That would never do, especially since he had chided himself that this was supposed to be a 'formal' request. With a softer voice, he asked, "How were you?" Oh yes, he was always worried. Not that he'd expect Strel to fall apart for him--not at all, which was one of the qualities that Noss liked about Strel's personality--but he secretly wished that Strel worried for him, which was why he had been somewhat self-satisfied when Strel had expressed his concerns before the journey. Noss tried to do the same, sometimes, although perhaps maybe he didn't always express his concern in the right ways...
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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