The sea clears all

Noss · 06-29-2011, 09:20 PM

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Noss needs many many posts @_@ He should start courting Strel a.s.a.p. :< Also: I blame Glee for giving me the Tinkerbell bit -w-

Noss chuckled deep in his chest and let the man be, looking back out to the sea and letting the scent of salt mist his nose and pelt. He was a winter wolf--he shouldn't be enjoying the ocean so thoroughly. Back home, if you swam in winter, it was death if you didn't get to a fire quick. Noss had gone swimming plenty in the summer months, even if the water was still chilled, but that had been mostly for practicality.

Noss could not help but laugh uproariously at the expression that Strel displayed. In all honesty, he would've laughed harder had Strel actually spurted the stuff out, but this was good, too. On the other hand, Noss soon felt the full wrath of Strel's glare, as was the consequence. Proud warrior or no, Strel's glare could kill. And to add to the reprimand, Strel gave him a good ol' smack. Standing up and brushing some stray sand from his legs, Noss walked a few paces to the ocean and let the waves wash over his feet. Looking back at Strel, he gave a broad smile, both for the man he loved and for the feel of how the tide pulled at his toes--such a simple pleasure he had never indulged in fully. It was so rare that Noss let himself be so loose and carefree, but Strel seemed to have that effect on him. Which was why, he supposed, Ralla was so approving. "You didn't say I couldn't either, but that's splitting hairs." Oh yes; he could be snarky for as long as he wanted. Noss was like Tinkerbell; instead of applause, he needed banter to live. As another wave coaxed sand to cover his paws, forcing him to pull his feet from the sand-pits they had been entrapped in, Noss decided that since it seemed as if the water was decent enough, he would go a bit further in. "You swim?" he called back, the water now immersing half of his calves. He asked to try to be considerate--how rare--and because he knew that not every canine was a water-loving one. Should it turn out Strel didn't, Noss would shrug it off easy and go back. He only asked because...well...call it the man's idiocy, but he just liked doing things with Strel. ...He really needed to stop berating himself; he had already admitted to himself and Strel and probably anyone who asked that he loved the red-headed man, so he had to stop thinking it was wrong to have mushy thoughts. He'd already had that inner conflict.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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