Respect

Noss · 10-03-2010, 10:42 PM

OOC: Hiya :3 Don't get too offended ICly from Noss's actions. He's just a concerned older brother with no sense for personal space -w- Or direction. SO....have fun :3 *pushes the large grey wolf to DDM and runs* Also, he arrives at DDM the day that this is posted.

Weeks had passed since Noss had left the Moon Tribe lands to search for his sister. He had not found nor asked for any type of sea-travel to get to where the other pack Shaman had pointed him, but had instead taken the route by land. It was longer than the straight route that the Shaman had given him, but he needed to be as fast as he could without waiting for a ship to port or any type of weather distraction. He had come upon many different places, but none had turned out to be where Ralla was.

The only helpful hints of information he gathered were details of the 'land of harsh snows and many wolves' that the Shaman had told him of. For one thing, it was known as Nova Scotia, and it was inhabited by many wolf packs. But no word of Ralla. Noss could only assume that Nova Scotia was the place she had gone, and he swore that if the Shaman from the other pack was lying, he'd...he'd...I'll make sure that there's no Blue Moon Pack after...

Arriving at Nova Scotia by way of asking countless times for directions, Noss steeled himself for more journeying. His paws were rough, but his strength kept up and his spirits sparked at the feeling that he was getting closer. He knew he still had far to go, so he kept on, going west now along the southern coast. Not even he could lose himself if he followed the coast line.

Or so he thought.

A storm, rampant in winds and lightning, forced Noss to retreat from the shoreline into a dense, almost jungle-like part of the forest where sunshine only occasionaly seeped through in the day and the undergrowth was thick. He was lost more than ever, and no territory lines gave him any inkling as to where he was. His frustration grew when this and the lack of a substantial meal gnawed at him, but still he pressed westward.

I might just go blind from staring at the setting sun every day, he grumbled to himself. But what luck! He reached another coastline just a week later, although he was almost positive that this shore was on the northern side. Still, west, west, west.

A meal had finally come Noss's way--a large red deer--that made his jaws salivate with the promise of a full stomach. He had been keeping his build strong with rations of rabbit and squirrel, but the rodents barely kept him sustained and were often too quick for his large bulk to chase. But this deer was limping, of all the blessings of the moon! He would've been an idiot not to chase it.

What he was an idiot for was overstepping a territory border as he gave chase.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Saluce Tremblay · 10-04-2010, 03:12 AM

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we can have conor come in soon if you'd like. Couldn't pass this up for Saluce and his border duties. Btw ic'ly saluce isn't going to have any idea of your ooc statement, So rp it out. Saluce is a big baddie but isn't quick to strike, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about

Just like many days, his duties revolved around ridding his pack of threats from other predators and other wolves. Did he ever react violently? Yes but sometimes a simple show of strength or just him alone was enough to scare off anyone that had ill will toward the pack. Most of the time he was pleasant enough until he gauged them worthy or of no threat. Saluce had spent some of the morning in his shop that day before leaving in his secui form to patrol. As most days lately the fall colors where in full swing, and he’d often get lost in the scenery if nothing came across his nose of interest. Today was like all the others, in a pleasant mood, but somehow he continued on his way. Fresh and old tracks examined before dismissed or filed away for future reference. For the most part he was a little bored, not much had been happening lately other than his mate continuing her pregnancy. Everything with her had been going very well so even that wasn’t too exciting at the moment. Knowing on some level she was getting closer to giving birth meant as well that he wasn’t going to wander to far now a days at least.

Again his massive form moved across the wilderness, blue eyes constantly surveying, trying not to get caught up in the scenery around him. It wasn’t long though before his attention was quickly demanded. The pack borders had been breached he was sure of it as his nose hit the ground and started tracking. Already finding the deer, and the wolf in the scent and deducting the reasoning for such a brash move. The thought irritated the grey wolf, already souring his good mood. Manners where much more important and when his form found the kill and the wolf, he bristled.

The growl came low at first then into a full blown warning. Openly hostile as his eyes looked over the male with distaste. Conor may have not approved of such a show but it was all the behemoth knew to do. Maybe if the correct showing of respect where shown he’d drop his aggressive style a bit to deduct the reasoning’s for such a transgression. Tail high in the air, ears perked and alert, lips curled into a snarl, hackles raised, this was certainly no time to play games.

“You better have a damn good reason for trespassing without asking for permission to hunt on these lands” was the remark he was given, clearly stating his transgressions. Saluce circled the male as always judging him, eying him, letting his blue eyes burn a path of destruction between him and the object of his hostility. Saluce hadn’t show such an aggressive stance in a while, the drool dripping from his fangs was enough to propose that he was truly pissed off.

“You better speak quickly” was the only other remark he gave him.

Noss · 10-04-2010, 03:43 PM

OOC: Sweet Tongue

Thankies for the interesting thread to come; always wanted to test Noss's battle prowess >:3

Noss's ears twitched warningly as he bit down into the deer meat he had justfully earned. They twisted and turned, trying to alert him to company, but the full meal was much too welcoming for Noss to even perceive a threat. What greeted him when the scent hit his nose above the smell of blood and animal made him lift his bloody jaw to stare at the new wolf. The other was obviously hostile, and Noss licked his jaws with a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth--Oh, quite brave, isn't he?--before they turned down in his regular stoic stare; eyes cold and shining like twin moons on a cloudy night. He brought himself up to his full height and mirrored the other's motions when the stench of 'threat' came, and he felt infuriated that he was being treated so. So angry was he that he had not, indeed, smelled the change of territory, even then.

"I need no permission from the likes of you, underling," Noss replied as he felt his muscles tense and his adrenaline race. The other was on equal height with him, maybe smaller, but Noss was confident in his secui strength heightening his already built form. But other than that, he was insulted now that the other dared to address him like he was a common omega. "Only your Chief. And if you are not him, I have no business with you." To emphasize his point, he took a brave step forward and let loose his own sound, a mix of a snarl and a growl, showing off his own set of canines as the fur alone his neck spiked upwards along the raised shoulders. Noss had learned young to know no fear. He matched stare for cold stare, stance for powerful stance. The other appeared younger than he, but he also knew not to judge by a first glance. The code of the warrior was burned deep in his mind, and he was ready to take down any who impeded his journey. If he was in fact on a territory, he--as the son of and next Chief of his own pack--would humble himself to no other than his equals or betters. And maybe, perhaps, this apparantly hostile tribe could point him where he needed to go, or give him a hint of where he needed to be. So frazzled were his nerves that he didn't care if he had to force the information out by challenge.

But this other grey wolf was already ticking on that last nerve. He was already annoyed that his sister had fled and that he was worried sick about her, but now he had a brawl to get over with. While he relished the thought of a good fight, his haughty thoughts were barely kept in check, lest they make him smirk and give the other a false sense of hope that Noss would ever bow down to those weaker than he.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Saluce Tremblay · 10-05-2010, 09:30 PM

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Saluce laughed, not a simple huff of nervous laughter, or even a chuckle a full blown laugh. Oh how someone could pretend to be anything of worth to his eyes standing on dahlia ground. Already he was enjoying himself; a pretentious asshole was just the person he loved to kill. Eyes blazed with enjoyment even as the words the other spoke brought up a tinge of hate or even the nerve to strike in a flash but none of those happened as his form soon stood back up with an ever increasing smile creeping across his lips. Layla had told him to take better care of himself but now he was ignoring it once again. Eyes looked at the stranger, then back toward the border he had blazingly crossed.

“So you cross wolf pack borders then demand an Audience with the Alpha, oh no, no indeed, you usurper, you’ll deal with the Wahrer of Dahlia, and you’ll meet my alpha on a gurney strap before such behavior is brought at his feet.” And with that his studied his opponent, bigger but not taller, maybe stronger but defiantly not as skilled on his feet. Again he went about circling, obviously the aggressor, and mad as hell with this person. Those eyes looked alive; the devil was reflected in them, the harbinger of death, the reaper. All names that could be looked up to describe the deeds this wolf had done to his fellow kind.

“The brave, the foolhardy, the dimwitted false sense of leadership pigs are all the same. They all die with a cry of anguish trespasser, you will be no different!” his form was quick, the attack itself was designed to do two things. First as his back legs propelled him towards the bigger wolf, he aimed for an area that would make him move, his head and other vitals around his throat. That was the first objective, but Saluce’s form would move with ease and quickness a few feet before to the side, his jaws aiming for a back leg. He’d fight a war of attrition with the brute, knowing he could tire him if he was cunning enough to make him fight on his terms.

Noss · 10-06-2010, 02:59 PM

Note: Noss refers to the moon as 'it' because the Crescent Moon Pack believes it a unisex figure without prejudice to gender or age. Also, I know Noss can be a b-tard, so I apologize for my puppy Tongue

ALSO: I apologize for the PP that was edited out of this post. I forget myself sometimes, and I don't mean it as an offense >.>

Noss's eyes became narrowed when the other spoke so to him, and all joking thoughts in his mind were lost. His muscles became tensed before he spat out his reply with the snarling growl underlying his words. "Your Alpha must be quite busy indeed if I needed to be sent elsewhere before meeting him. And whatever your Wahrer is, the moon can curse it and leave it to rot with the Long Gones!" Those words were barely out of his mouth before the other moved again--quickly--in a sprint for his throat. A better opponent, then. Noss was no longer even close to a smirk--no, instead, a scowl crossed his face--when the other sidestepped to cut around Noss's frame and aim for a back leg. He'd met many who had challenged him; all had tried to exploit his weakness. Especially his younger sister during her early days of play-fighting. She was never very strong... But always, always, she would land a blow with that speed of hers. Noss could've tried sidestepping himself in a counter had the other's speed been oh so slightly less, but it wasn't, and so those past instances led for Noss to turn his head as quickly as he could to attempt taking a firm hold of the other's trailing tail as he passed his side. The plan was to tug hard and use all the momentum he could muster to move the opposer's bulk in an endeavor to fling the eager warrior away.

"You yourself are full of that foolhardiness, pup," he emphasized in that split second his jaws reached to clamp down on their purchase. For all the muscle weight that his opponent was carrying, he was nothing but an oversized pup. Noss no longer even cared if he was the alpha; he wanted satisfaction. "You think me easy enough to attack, but you'll learn that a Moon Tribe wolf never backs down to an enemy, even in death." Those last words he growled low with as much an ominous tone that would frighten a grown grizzly back to its den. Their battle was one more of will and words than strength, since Noss barely deemed them begrudgingly matched. And it was by will and logic alone that Noss held himself in check from wishing to bite the other's tail off completely. That restraint that pierced his slowly clouding mind then allowed that smirk to break through, if not only to tick the other off.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Saluce Tremblay · 10-09-2010, 03:49 PM

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Tried to word this so it wasn't a pp, but the jest of it is this. If he goes for the tail saluce is going for the meat of his hind leg. It's up to you to decide if you'd like to continue the act or get him out of the way.

A tail was a tail and the warrior wasn’t to worried about such a thing, if the ends justified the means. The wolf was rambling again about some self serving bullshit that he could care less about. Oh it would be fun to kill this freak and hang his hide across a tree, piss on it and move on. So as his form slipped closer, and he sensed the changes in the opponents stance, almost exactly how he wanted it. Such a proud mind, such a blind individual, this wasn’t his first rodeo fighting in this form, true he was much better sticking a sword deep in someone’s belly, watching them squirm, watching their eyes drain of life but this would be so much more exciting to bring down such a wolf. He was doing it again, Layla would be pissed, throwing himself into a situation that would undoubtedly leave him hurt and has to be taken care of again. He’d feel these wounds well on into his life, but for now the end justified the means. Those fangs held a grin as the other moved, going after his exposed tail, relying on his brute strength to be able to throw him. Again it was all a rouse, Saluce knew damn well he was much stronger then this brute thought he was, so a simple sign was all he needed.

His taunt sinew flexed as powerful trained muscles went to work, those claws extending to dig into the dirt, letting the other get his tail but it didn’t stop his jaws from lashing out toward his exposed hind quarters. If he was going to bite his tail and try to throw him, he would rip out the muscle that provided him a means of travel, and power. Saluce didn’t yelp, or groan, or growl, his silence was all that greeted the stranger, a simple lack of caring to reply to his chest thumping. Actions spoke much louder than words and in this instance, he’d trade a tail for a leg any day.

Noss · 10-10-2010, 04:35 PM

OOC: Meh, Noss is slow; it'd be impossible for him to avoid the attack at this point -w-

Noss was, worded simply, impressed.

As his jaws clamped down around his opponent's tail--the very extension of his spine--no sound of pain rang in Noss's ears, even as his hindquarter was slashed at with lethal fangs. Noss let no sound reach his opponent either, if not only because the attack had caused minimal damage. With the changing seasons came his even thicker coat, but his toughened hide was the primary defense. Years of battle training had honed his reflexes to defend what he lacked, but he could not deny the firm grip that the other had. The fangs had pierced a few centimeters; combined with the layer of fur, it was enough to keep Noss rooted where he stood. It also had his opponent at a disadvantage, locked as they were. Despite Noss's previous thought, flinging the pup away would be impossible. Dragging him back a few inches, sacrificing some fur and maybe some blood-droplets... Doable

Taking one last clench around the tail, Noss let go and craned his head around to take his own bite into the spine along the other male's back. His canines were only a hair's breadth away from the bristling curve of the pup the second he released the tail, and he anticipated the pup's own blood to spill to match Noss's own. A brave pup I have met. But a warrior? That remains to be seen. Noss may have been impressed, but he was a far cry from admitting any sort of honor upon his insulter. For the matter, as much as the bite wound itched his leg, the words from earlier had cut deeper.

In the Crescent Moon Pack, if Noss had even been slighted by anyone outside of family, a challenge was initiated. More often than not, the others gave in by his crushing weight. On the field of battle, Noss had been their front-line and barrier; unmovable as he barreled through the ranks. His enemies he had thrown to the ground, crushed their windpipes, or snapped their spines. Never had he let Ralla see the brutal side of him where even he became disgusted with the means that he was degraded to using to win a battle.

And this pup was proving to be as much of a blockade as Noss was to his previous opponents. As much sense as it would've been to end the fight quickly, a part of Noss then wanted to see just how far the foolish, disrespectful pup would go:

How much he was like Noss.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks" Warrior thinks.

Conor Soul · 10-14-2010, 04:38 PM

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       The day had been pleasant, but sometimes things happened and the usual tranquillity in Dahlia de Mai was corrupted and invaded by an unwanted guest. The golden male could not say if it was the noise or the blood that came to him first, but suddenly his face swung harshly to peer directly forward as ears stood attention on top of his Autumn hued skull. He was deaf to Gideon’s sentence that had yet to fade from the scene. The boy was growing up and so Conor had found himself getting closer to the maturing youth. He was no longer playing the sole role of a fatherly figure, and it seemed to the Soul male that the two were slowly moving towards a close, stable friendship between equals.


Now everything seemed to be forgotten, and the optime kicked off and raced in the direction of his pack member and that unknown loner’s scent. The moment he saw the chaotic scene, he tossed his slim, cream painted muzzle up towards the sky to call out for Dahlia de Mai’s members. It demanded attention, for a Dahlian's blood had been spilled inside the pack’s borders, and that was something unforgivable. While he normally was a peaceful soul with a soft core, there was nothing soft or friendly in the golden Alpha now. Two secuis danced with red muzzles and snapping jaws, but an optime’s form was not useless, especially not if it knew martial arts. While Conor had a relatively even mix of agility and strength, you did not need much of either in order to defend and attack well if you knew combat. It was not the first time he had fought a battle, and the loner had already a death sentence hanging over him.


Moving up and towards the opposite side of the unknown male so that his attention would be forced to be torn between himself and Saluce, Conor delivered a swift knee kick in the direction of the secui’s bulky form, muscular arms lifted and ready to block off dangerous jaws and sharp claws should they abandon their current target and set on him. Gideon was probably somewhere as well, but the Alpha's full attention was on his opponent, the intruder that dared to defy pack borders and attack one of Dahlia's own members. Unforgivable, and his father's rage burned within his chest. It felt good.

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Gideon Stormbringer · 10-14-2010, 04:52 PM

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The teenaged wolf had been having a pretty good morning, all things considered. His adopted children had been playing in their downstairs bedroom with the door mostly closed, ensuring that their play would not be disturbed. They normally took a nap around this same time each day, and he had waited to be sure that they were asleep before leaving the large house for a jog. He'd not been surprised to come across Conor on his way out, and the older male had taken his invitation to go out for a nice run.

However, what had begun as a nice carefree run had gone bad in an instant. He had been in the middle of asking Conor about when he ought to start introducing more meat into the pups' diets when he noticed a change in the alpha's posture. Gideon had slowed to a halt as soon as his leader had, and when Conor took off the younger male had followed him with haste.

Such a scene he had only seen once before in his life, when his mother had been killed by his grandmother in the mountains. He recognized one of the wolves before him, Saluce, but the other was foreign. An outsider. What wolf would come within a hundred yards of a pack's territory without permission, he wondered to himself. Even he knew better than that, at six months of age.

His hackles raised as Conor leaped forward toward the outsider, and a deep growl escaped his throat. He went to the other side of Saluce, fur standing on end, fangs bared at the outsider. Perhaps this show of force would be enough to drive the intruder off. If not, there were plenty of other members who he felt certain would lend a helping hand in this situation.

Noss · 10-14-2010, 09:43 PM

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Woo-hoo~ Nossy's in trouble XD

A howl was sounded, and Noss then wondered just how loud his and the other's exchange had been. Blood throbbed in his ears as he promptly veered his head to face the newcomer who rushed him as fast as he could. Before Noss could even react to the optime form, the kick in his ribs connected and made him sway in his posture. Using the momentum, Noss snapped at the leg that kicked him as it made its mark. A warrior through and through, Noss made no noise to hint at the bruise that now marked his skin underneath the layers of fur. His mind faster than his body, he planned to use almost the same move that the other had planned on him earlier. He would take firm hold of the leg that was nearest him, clench it until itwas sure to pain the wolf, and then use the opportunity of imblanace to throw his new opponent to the ground. And then...he would pin him down and demand answers... If he didn't go for the kill first.

"So you call for others to fight your battles?" he directed to the original black wolf. This new wolf was the color of the autumn leaves that surrounded him, and another wolf soon joined him. "Why not be true wolves and take me on one on one? Is this entire land founded on cowardice!?" Noss was now disappointed in the black wolf who he had almost deemed a worthy opponent. He knew not if he had called his packmates with his loud growls, but that the others would interfere so openly told him of their degree of honor. Back home, once a fight was instigated, the opponents finished it themselves, only interrupted if of dire importance. While he understood the transgression of pack territory, he would only prostrate himself to their chief. In his rage, not even Noss was diffrientiating then between the scent of dominance that emanated from the one whose leg he was aiming for.

Only a fight between him and the chief--to settle honor, dominance, and who was right--would quench his thirst for the blood that drenched his vision.

Let them come. To the death.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Bris Stormbringer · 10-15-2010, 04:04 PM

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=O This post sucks but I wanted in on the action. XD

Bris froze as the call rang through Dahlia de Mai. She'd spent the preceeding hours doing her usual border patrol duty, a task which as usual found the young woman in her more energy efficient lupine form. Her mood had been generally good-natured throughout her rounds, as her sleep hadn't been haunted by the visage of Hybrid for several nights now. She'd been awaking from her slumber feeling rested lately, rather than ragged and exhausted. The border duty for the day had become more of a pleasant outing, and Bris had headed back toward Wolfville with a song in her heart.

Yet the moment Conor's voice had rung out across the packlands, Bris had made a beeline in his direction. Something or someone had threatened Dahlia, and that was all the information the white Stormbringer needed. A rumble instantly rose in her throat as the ground disappeared in lengths beneath her feet.

The Dahlian heard the commotion before she saw it. Her hackles stiffened, her growl rising in volume as she stopped beside her half-grown nephew. The stranger smelled foreign, and Bris wrinkled her nose as she stood her ground. As the second-smallest wolf amongst the Dahlians, Bris knew there wasn't much she could do other than guard Gideon and act as backup. At least, that was her intention. Yet when she saw the stranger make a move to snap for Conor's leg, Bris sprang for him. Fangs bared and eyes blazing with indignation and anger, the shewolf's attack was aimed at the offender's neck and shoulder. She wanted to distract him from his current target.

Table by Kiri/Jenny!

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Saluce Tremblay · 10-16-2010, 07:13 PM

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THIS IS SPARTA!

His tail was at best okay, although it would take several weeks to heal, and most likely it would never feel quite right but otherwise it was still behind him. The shift in his noss’s attack to his back only left the other with a mouth full of fur, because obviously he wasn’t the only one with a thick coat built to ward off the winters chill. Almost ironically most wolves shared the same trait, if they were of a grey wolf lineage, being a species built for colder climates. If he had been of a warmer region the coat and his form would have been smaller but there are books wrote on it.

Before his eyes dahlias where showing up. Rather his ears and nose told him differently. A pack fought its battles together, they where nothing when they were alone and now he was filled with pride to see his fellow pack mates with him. Those blue orbs that where surrounded by GREY FUR, the behemoth continued with his grip on the others leg. His mind went into action taking a quick assessment of the situation. Saluce noticed the kick more than see it, felt his opponents weight shift all the while he rambled on and on about honor. This idiot deserved to die, and he had picked the fight with the right wolf and pack, well at least wolf anyways.

Another wolfs weight flew in and it gave Saluce a moment to release his grip on the others leg. Now that he was fighting two others his attention was drawn to them. Which also meant the behemoth could take a moment to shift. Shift into a much better form to rip this wolf from limb to limb. Already his form was growing length, powerful arms pushed forward with the eruption of the change; all the while the devilish growl that had started grew in a ferocity that shook the earth. His form was always impressive in optime form, now that he was pissed off it was even more so. What would the Harbinger of Death do with his Alpha and Bris in danger now as well? Oh if he had his swords a simple strike would have been all he would have needed. That crimson could have spilled out of the other wolfs belly and he’d laugh in his dying face, maybe even skin him but no, all he had where his opposable thumbs, claws, fangs, but a physique more in line with his talents.

Still awkwardly on all fours after the change his head reared around at the trespasser. Standing both fists came together taking the opportunity with his attention drawn elsewhere to prepare a better more fitting attack. Raising them above his head, muscles flexing, before the full weight of his body came crushing down bringing those clasps fist’s down at the back of Noss. The power behind it was drawn from the entire movement of his body moving as one; surely such an attack wouldn’t merely create a light bruise?

Conor Soul · 10-17-2010, 11:23 AM

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The rounded, compact kick found its target and dealt the blow to the secui’s ribs. The beast turned, sharp fangs in pursuit of his leg instantly, but he had to partially turn and the knee was withdrawn the moment it had connected with the hulky form. That was what granted such strength behind the move without jeopardizing the balance, to be able to harbour full control over the muscles that delivered damage. His stance shifted as the foot found ground behind the rooted one and he allowed his knees to crouch ever so slightly to ensure his posture. Perhaps damage could have been dealt if the creature had not decided to speak.

Hard lilac glared at the form and little attention lingered on the words spoken. Another step backwards brought him on temporary distance from the tawny silver form as long as his front was facing his golden form. As long as the attention was on him, Conor knew that both Gideon, Saluce and Bris could deliver quite some damage before the large beast could turn around again. It was a lost cause for the loner, and so an uncharacteristic grin settled on the Alpha’s lips. This man was old, but he seemed to hold the knowledge of an infant’s when it came to the nature of wolves. If he fought one member of a wolf pack, he had to battle them all.

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Gideon Stormbringer · 10-17-2010, 07:46 PM

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Gideon stood in his place as the others went to attack the outsider, unsure of what he ought to do. He wanted the wolf to run off, as he was obviously outnumbered, but the intruder didn't seem as if he wanted to leave. Gideon didn't understand this at all. He would feel really bad for going in another pack's lands to begin with, and would do whatever the wolf that greeted him told him to do to avoid conflict. But this wolf was challenging them, for some reason.

He thought to himself for a few moments before actually acting and doing anything, coming forward to snap at the foreign male. No one would threaten his home, the place where he and his puppies lived. What if this male had gotten farther inside? That would have threatened the lives of the pups that he had saved. "You get the Hell out of here before we tear you to pieces, you fool" He growled at Noss, turquoise eyes narrowed.

Noss · 10-19-2010, 10:02 PM

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First I would like to thank you all for making Noss's debut in Souls so epic Tongue I would like this particular thread to end sooner than later, and I apologize for his backwards thinking and how it may confuse people; he's just a confused wolf as it is :3 So thank you, and sorry about Saluce's tail :S Also, despite his later offer, please don't kill him -w-

Let them come. To the death, was what Noss had thought... Before that streak of snow on too-long legs glanced at the corner of his vision. Unwillingly, unconsciously, with every muscle in his body urging him to keep fighting and stay focused, his mind stopped as the white wolfess sprinted towards him. His jaws and body stopped mid-grab for the autumn-wolf's leg, effectively forcing his legs to react and land with a loud thud off to the side, as the original opponent brought down new, strong fists directly to Noss's spine. By sheer instinct and conditioned muscles, Noss sidestepped as if he were play-fighting in the old days...

Because for that moment, that was all his mind could process.

The white wolf coming after him while fighting forced Noss's muscles to relax; a response he had trained himself to do with Ralla when she was little and he had been afraid of hurting her. It was enough.

The blow from the original opponent grazed him hard on the side--a few inches from his upraised spine--where the autumn-one had kneed him, and Noss felt that blow stun his bones into submission. Knees locking from the unlucky blunder of memory, Noss was slow to realize his predicament where he was now held at the shoulder by the white wolf and surrounded by the others. Very easily he could've reached and bit down hard enough on the white one's own throat before she could get away, but his muscles were still spasming from the near-fatal miss that had nonetheless rendered him paralyzed for the time.

Pride was high on Noss's list. But with that also came the logic of it. To continue would be humiliating, and even he could admit when he was bested. Smirking with the few muscles he currently had control of, Noss craned his chin upward to expose his throat in the universal sign of submission and defeat. "You wolves battle your own kind like you hunt your prey," he said jovially from the post-battle adrennaline. He was not impressed with the singular strength of his opponents, and he felt humbled to have been taken down by a bunch of pups, for that was all they were to Noss; young wolves playing a hunting game with no honor. Despite that, he kept his submissive position to let the winners of the fight do as they wished with him, as was their right now.

But he was already prepared should they fail his next self-formulated test of honor. If they killed him, whichever wolf came near to do the deed would die with Noss. He was fast regaining control of his muscles--that of which, layered, had taken the brunt of the earlier blow--and he would be able to grapple and kill an opponent at such a close range given the chance. It was not dishonorable; simply, in Noss's mind, a fair exchange. If they were to take the Crescent Moon Pack's next Chief, he would likewise take someone precious from them. It was vindictive, but Noss was the one ultimately slighted, and he knew not of the wrong-ness of revenge.

I do not fear death... But I am prepared for it.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Saluce Tremblay · 10-20-2010, 09:35 PM

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Saluce lost track of most of everything that happened after his fists fell to the side but still however doing a sizeable amount of damage. At least enough to shake the trespasser from his stupidity. However his voice rose up again as it seemed to always do, even in defeat the wolf was ignorant. Maybe he was right, about them all being young, Dahlia under Conor’s leadership was a young pack that was a correct assumption. Having derived enough information from speaking with Conor, he knew enough about its history to know this. However his comments about honor left such distaste in his mouth that he felt like vomiting. There was no honor in battle, no fair fights, the wolf must have misjudged the predicament he was in, such a transgression meant death and the fight itself, the response and all the actions leading up to this point where of one singular mindset, to maim, dismember and kill someone so foolish as to disgrace their lands with his presence. That was the true heart of “Dishonor”, this wolf shifted the blame from himself to the others who reacted to his infiltration as if he had the god given right to do so.

Standing his cold blue eyes looking across at the others who had joined him he spat on the ground in disgust. Missing his weapons so he could just end this matter instead of have to try and work out a way where he can protect the others especially Conor and Bris. Those two where the future of the pack, his own offspring would serve theirs in the future, so it was with this thought alone he forced his posture to relax as he walked around to Conor. Eyes where still burning coldly reflecting his very irritated mood, stifling a low growl as it was to not escalate the situation further for the moment. He would wait until Bris was out of harms way, before letting his anger boil back up to the surface. So his frame stood next to his Alpha’s, arms crossed, teeth slightly bared.

“You speak of Honor as if you had every reason to cross pack Territory, hunt and then challenge a pack member. Nothing of your actions speak of honor, this one on one battle you had obsessed in your mind about, this mono e mono braver then thou attitude means nothing. About as much as the moon means to us. Pray my Alpha has mercy on you, otherwise I’ll hunt you, and when you feel the cold embrace of my dagger swimming in your belly, you’ll see me grinning, whispering La mort vous Attend (Death Awaits you)”

A brief pause as he turned his head to Conor, head inclining towards the offending wolf. It was his Decision and he would allow the young leader to make it. It was Saluce’s first act of establishing his loyalty to him. So the words he wanted to say, what he really wanted to do to this wolf

Conor Soul · 11-02-2010, 03:09 PM

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       The odds were against the muscular terror now, but humility seemed to be an absent ability within him. There was a significant difference between battling their own kind and hunting the pretty, but there was really no reason for Conor to insert dialogue into this situation as it was. Instead, Conor focused on what mattered; how to take down the beast before them. It should be a relatively simple task if they could stay scattered and use the wolf’s strength and limited speed to their advantage. All they had to do was to coax him about—the man could not turn at everyone at once. He was incredibly dangerous, but the Dahlians’ numbers turned this situation into a certain loss for the lone wolf.


Lavender turned to gaze upon Saluce’s silver and maroon form as his pack member spat on the ground before the disrespectful lone wolf. His pack member’s words gave him clarity, and so the young Alpha would no longer have to step in-between if one of his members sought to go for the stray’s throat. Regardless of the other’s disrespectful act, Conor would never have allowed his members to murder him on the spot before he knew what had happened. Time was running out for this one now. The dark hued Dahlian revealed a promising side of himself just then, remembering his rank and turning his face to gaze upon his leader.


Unfortunately, Conor Soul was his father’s son no matter how immerse his denial was. Taking a step towards the surrounded wolf, the Alpha’s eyes held the colours of an approaching thunderstorm. Saluce had chosen his words well. Conor’s nature did not allow cruelty to live and breathe, but this was beyond what he had experienced so far as the leader of a pack. And the rage had never pulsed within him so strongly before. ”Surrender and beg for mercy, and you may live,” he spoke boldly, adrenaline bringing a hazy red layer to the edges of his vision. The secui before him was a proud beast, but if he wished to leave with his life intact then he would have to taint his pride.

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Gideon Stormbringer · 11-03-2010, 07:23 PM

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Adrenaline rushed through Gideon as well. It made the seconds seem to last minutes, the minutes hours. He was observing every detail that he could about the situation, feeling a bit detached from his own body. As if he were watching it from the outside looking in. Here were the pack wolves surrounding a loner who had trespassed. It would be in their right to kill the wolf, if he continued to threaten them.

He listened to what Saluce said and stood his ground next to the older male. He looked up to Saluce and would do what he could to protect him, just as Giddy felt the other would do for him. Conor spoke next and Gideon nodded in agreement with him, baring his teeth at the outsider.

Noss · 11-08-2010, 04:46 PM

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Yikes, I've been gone for awhile o.0 Thanks everyone for continuing this thread Tongue

"Surrender and beg for mercy, and you may live," were the words from the autumn wolf's mouth. The obviousness of his rank--the alpha that Noss had said he would only submit to--wounded his pride further by making him realise that the alpha of this pack was yet more...a pup. He wondered, then, what the better choice was; teach the pups a lesson, or live to fight another day? Well, the first idea hasn't gone so well. The threat of death still loomed near, but Noss blindly trusted the words of any alpha; it was within his own code. Even if he knew any wolf to be a liar, if they were a chief--or whatever they may call their leader--he took them on their word. If he disregards his own word, the moon will see to his punishment; here or in its keep. He thought it laughable that he was still clinging to that rule of trust even though the pups had done nothing to prove it steady. He relaxed completely, then. Never would be beg, but he would give his words of assurance.

I can't die here, he reasoned. Although he had been prepared, what wolf truly wanted to die? He had a mission and a duty to fulfill, and needlessly getting mixed up where he didn't belong would not help the issue. ...Why can't those epiphanies come sooner? he laughed in his mind.

"Understand, Chief of this land," Noss began, "that my trespassing was never intentional, nor did I fight without provocation. I mean your tribe no harm, and you may be rid of me if you can point me where I need to go. I've been searching for a white, female wolf with a tribal mark on her forehead. If you have seen her and can tell me where, I'll be gone. Otherwise... I give my word of no return, and I'll just be a forgotten memory." He said those words while staring straight into those focused pupils of the autumn wolf, seeing his own face reflected in their blood-clouded gaze.

A chief-to-be facing off against a chief; could the other sense the promise and truth in Noss's words?

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Conor Soul · 12-04-2010, 09:25 AM

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He was still much too young in the eyes of those experienced and elderly to wear the crown of a pack of this size, but one of the skills that kept his position safe on top of the throne was his ability to believe; to believe in himself and believe in Dahlia de Mai. With caramel and cocoa fur standing on edge, he looked fiercer and taller than he was, but his confidence could with ease match that of the intruder in front of them. The pack could rip this trespasser apart without a touch of remorse. On a pack’s soil, every foreign wolf was degraded lower than even the pack’s omega, and the large loner had failed every chance he had gotten; and he had been granted far too many chances to amend his behaviour.

He spoke, foolish words that all in all did very little. It seemed he was dedicated to hold up his rude behaviour, and Conor thought that the man really did intend to test out his guts when, against every law and tradition of common politeness, he stared straight into those lavender eyes of the wolf that was the head for ‘Souls largest wolf pack. It was unforgivable. Caramel coated ears had at first flickered forward to take in the words of the stranger, but they were flat against his cinnamon skull again, as the intruder failed to realize the immerse mistake he had made and continued to make.

The lone wolf’s voice had yet to finish before the autumn hued wolf snarled at him, no longer finding the patience to listen to a fool’s words. ”Shut up!” It was pathetic that a wolf of the loner’s age believed he had the right to speak. ”And get the hell out of here now while you can. If I ever see you near our borders again, we will show you exactly what wolves do to their prey.” In truth, he guessed this was a sign that he was too soft. The man did not deserve to live for such actions, and the young Soul male did not think that the loner would even realize that he had been given a last chance to slink away with his life intact.

Another snarl escaped the handsome Alpha, and jaws snapped shut inches from the large loner’s form. Screwing around with a pack had its consequences, and hopefully he would learn. Driven back with glaring, snapping fangs and growls hungry for bloodshed, the lone wolf departed the lands of Dahlia de Mai.

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