I Know Your Kind

Noss · 05-04-2011, 06:08 PM

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I need more hours in a day TT-TT

Despite earlier thoughts, the other male did not turn tale and run when dismissed, although Noss sent him a glare when he snorted at the comment of his sitting on the ground. Petulance was not something Noss tolerated, but standing up for yourself? Definitely. But a snort was not much to praise or notice, so he just turned back to what he was doing. If this kid had been through half the battles and fury-filled howls he had, he would know why Noss was the way he was. He would understand true pain, which was not physical in the least. Then again, Noss did not know Viggo, nor did he care to know him at the moment.

Even as Noss resumed the basic stances, he could sense the other's presence, sitting just a little ways out of immediate reach, just watching. The act itself did not bother Noss because he was so used to have been critiqued when he himself was young, just learning the ways of the warrior. "Not that I know of, kid. Both a blessing and a curse." Noss answered thusly without much emotion continued to go through the motions. "But falling out of practice is more the curse." He did not mind the questions, knowing now that it was a pack mate asking them and not an intruder, and tolerance was something he had slowly built up by being around Strel. Who knew that the sarcastic, silver-tongued, red-headed tailor would have such a positive influence on the stoic man?Thrusting the makeshift spear particularly hard at the tree, Noss cursed as the top shattered from the impact. "No good wood around here," he mumbled as he tossed that stick aside as well, going for another one. "Let this be a lesson to you kid," he continued, waving the new stick straight at the young red wolf's face, "Good weapons are only made from oak, pine, and fir trees. Good luck with finding a cypress for a bow." This was true, since cypress wood was flexible, but not often found in the snowier climates. Hence, other sources were needed for bows. But Noss was a spear-man and combat fighter; he needed strong yet flexible woods--those of which were hard to make anyway, since going even slightly against the grain of a hard wood would render it easily breakable. Over the years of making his own spears, Noss had learned this. But the tree branches that he had been using were poor in quality, since he had not deigned to make a true weapon as of yet.

With a sideways glance again at Viggo, Noss turned and picked up a long stick, flattening out its point easily with a few hacks and shavings of his hunting knife. After doing the same to his own, Noss tossed the first one to Viggo. "Might as well do something so long as you're sitting there," he commented, waiting for the reply.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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