You Certainly (J)est

Noss · 04-02-2011, 09:41 AM

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Oh yeah, it's happening >:3 For more of a story concerning the trip, see Ralla's thread.

The trek from the drop off point had been quite a different view from the last time he had been in Nova Scotia. Now becoming very green, Noss was reminded of the brief springs and summers back in the Moon Tribe, although it had been engulfed with snow until their departure. Strangely, his and Ralla's father, the Chief of the Crescent Moon Pack, had been very understanding, and had let his children go in exile. The shame might have been greater if there had been charges to face, but as it was, they were leaving that tribe of their own volition. No longer could they every hope to see their father again, or their tribe mates, on the lands that they had been raised on. They had been sent off with sadness, although Noss had refused to show any remorse, rather leaving with a brave face that they might all remember him by. To him, Ralla, and Kemo--as he was begrudgingly beginning to call him, resigning himself to the fact that he was going to be around with his younger sister quite often--there was no more Moon Tribe; only the packs of Souls. To them, their pasts were far behind them in a sea of snows far, far away.

Different than before, with more formality and ceremony, Noss howled a deep tenor to the skies at the border of the Cours pack, intent that he might actually be able to join. With no home to return to in the far south, he had hoped that he could make his home in the pack that had shown him kindness, and where he could find a certain tailor that had twisted his life all around. Yes; for the entirety of the journey, whenever Noss was questioned to his own reasons for leaving the pack, lavender eyes and a sharp tongue sprung to mind. He had promised Strelein that he would return--and lo and behold, he was there in one piece--and he wondered what had happened in a month's time. Had Strelein given up on him? For many reasons he could understand that sentiment, because in all honesty Noss had not been very considerate to moderate stability (in most senses of the word). And then he would fight to regain that stability, if need be, because even when he had faced Naka back in the Crescent Moon Pack--the female wolfess who he thought would be his future mate, who had at first reminded him of Strel--he had not felt any of his previous attractions to her. Strel had spoiled him for that, but he didn't find that particular fact displeasing in the least. Rather, the promise of at least seeing Strel again had urged him home all the faster.

Noss had grown a little in the past month. Not necessarily physically, but more maturely. Leaving his pack and realizing what his new fate would be had taught him humility unlike he had ever been taught, even when he had been beaten by the pups from Dahlia de Mai. But he had chosen his path and accepted all its bonuses, good or bad along the way, and found that he could laugh a little more now that he was less stressed for so many issues. Well...laugh a little more with those close to him. That--'that' being his policy on his inner circle of wolves close to him--had yet to change in any aspect. Although, he supposed, since he was vying to join a pack, it would not be completely wrong to say that he was joining another family.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 04-02-2011, 06:03 PM

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It had not been a total nightmare for the redhead, as he had thought it would be. Initially, he had missed Noss terribly, and though he would never admit it out loud, he had missed the company enough to fall into a short melancholy. But he brought himself out of it, knowing that to sit around and mope was far from appropriate. Strel got out and about, occupying himself with sewing work and with hunting for himself and some of the other folks at the hotel. He met others, and was working hard on that other man's wedding suit. It was trickier than he thought. But mostly, all of it was to make sure his mind was elsewhere instead of wondering when that man would return, and if he would honor his promise and actually come back for him.

Strel was staring at the start of the suit, and often eyed the measurements he had taken of Shawchert for the creation. None of it was done yet but most of it had been cut out or marked out. It had been a month and it was going as he had expected it. So he was not nervous or pushing it yet. In fact, he felt as though he was doing well on time. He sat on the floor, against the wall beneath the sunny window, threading a needle with black thread with two parts of the pants in his lap, held together with plenty of pins. A few were poking through his jeans but he ignored it as he knotted the thread and carefully aligned it with the sewing hem. He started slow, making sure it fit through and look alright, but he picked up speed pretty quickly.

This part of the pant leg was almost half sewn up when he heard that familiar voice and his heart skipped a beat instantly. Strel almost tossed aside his sewing, but realized it was unwise with it half finished and pins still sticking out of it. Laying it on the chair on the other wall, the man slowly smoothed it, hands almost shaking. It's Noss.. he's back.. Clearing his throat, the lavender eyed male closed his studio doors as calmly as he could before walking out the hotel door. So this meant that Noss was back, that he had indeed kept his promise and returned for him, because of him? In the next few minutes, his head got the better of him and his feet took off in a run.

He saw Noss, close by enough to smell him entirely. It was him, that was certain. "Noss..," he said softly, a bit out of breath as he cleared a few trees to see the man standing fully before him.

Noss · 04-03-2011, 10:39 AM

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*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.

Strelein von Rosnete · 04-03-2011, 09:25 PM

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berherher I laughed x3

Noss saw him and called out his name. Strel checked himself, almost about to run at the other man with the intent of wrapping his arms around him. But no, that would not do at all. He stood firm, rather rigidly as Noss came up to him. It felt as though they were both holding themselves back, but why were the both of them doing it? The moment the question was asked of him, he scowled rather fiercely, looking away flustered. Now he seemed like he was desperate and had missed Noss that much. What would he think of him then? That he was so easily affected by the dunderhead? No of course not! "N-no," he began, stuttering without meaning to do so. He huffed, crossed his arms, then uncrossed them again in his indecisiveness. "I just wanted to get here to beat you before Vigilante came through."

"Don't get a bloated head," he retorted back, softly at the man as he looked up at him, towering over him. Strel gave a look of displeasure. "Look at you, towering over me.. Are you trying to look intimidating?" he asked, snickering slightly at the other man. Anything to lighten the mood. Why was it so formal anyway? Cocking his head, the redhead rolled his eyes. "I've been doing what I'm always doing; working and living. So I'm fine. Why, worried?" Strel snickered again, jabbing a finger into the other man's chest. "Were you worried you'd come back and I'd have someone else attached to my.. uhm arm."

But then the redhead got serious, looking down as he flattened his hand on the other man's chest. "You didn't need to worry..," he muttered, keeping his eyes away from the other man. Strel put his other hand on the man's chest as well, tail tucked between his clothed legs in his embarrassment. This was so flustering, considering that Strel did not care that much. No, really. Really.

"Wait..," he said suddenly, pushing away from Noss. "What was that howl about? Joining? You're going to join Cours?" Strel was surprised, but only mildly. He had thought it was a joke. "Don't you want to stay with Ralla in the tribe?"

Noss · 04-03-2011, 10:45 PM

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Wow, you just had your own post-attack didn't ya? o.0 It's also occurred to me that our men need another M thread -w- *gets all shifty-eyed* >.> Although not this one cuz...well, it's a joining thread. Poor Meghann should she have to read it and didn't like the smexiness! D:

Noss 'hurumphed' in his amusement, the much quieter version of a chuckle. Just as he supposed it amused Strel to torment him, that particular road went both ways. That, and watching the redhead squirm was so uncommon that he savored it when he could. And then the scolding started, making Noss feel immediately like a masochist when his first emotion was 'home sweet home'. Yeah, he was totally messed up in the head. To contradict the lavender-eyed man Noss puffed out his chest with air, comically trying to prove Strel's point. Yes, he missed this. Not even Naka could be this easy-going with him, or even Ralla since she did not have the care to be so bitingly witty. Just Strel.

Noss let the air escape from his chest when he was poked, letting himself chuckle without restraint now. Alright, so he had tried to be serious, but without the leader there he saw no more point in restraining their normal behavior. Well, save for the things that would certainly raise some eyebrows, but he could always jump Strel's bones later. "Not really. Cause I'd likely break their arms to get them off." Noss wondered if he went too far with that one--if there really was someone else--because all of a sudden Strel got serious, too. But that also turned out to be a false fear as Strel resumed, making Noss cross off 'breaking arms' on his to-do list. Noss momentarily wondered if the hand on his chest, fingers splayed out, could hear his heart, which had sped up a few beats since seeing Strel. Curse the honest organ... Noss let his arms raise from their positions at his sides, previously hanging there uselessly, to hold Strel by the shoulders. Strel was so close to him, and Noss was not ignorant to some of his body language. He sighed with content and hugged Strel close, happy to be there. I blame the moon, he said in response to his have going soft.

The moment was short-lived when Strel pushed him away, earning him a slightly quizzical look. "Well, I could stay in AniWaya, where everything's familiar and...homey," he said for lack of better words. "Or I could stay here and be with you." This one had a genuine smile, which was the rarest thing to find on the man. "If I wanted a place like AniWaya I would've stayed in the Moon Tribe. I didn't return for Ralla's tribe or for Cours." Realizing what he'd said prompted a blush to his cheeks, although he'd said much worse before. Perhaps the more he'd say it the less embarrassing it'd get. I doubt it... "Although," he said with a resigning sigh, "it'd be a hell lot harder to stay in Cours and not join. I don't think your king would like someone like me staying as a guest forever."

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 04-05-2011, 10:53 PM

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Short because I'm exhauuusted
shhh don't mention it.. maybe it won't happen again..

Strel cold almost feel his face flush at the words the other man gave him. But he put them away for a later discussion. This was not the time nor the place to be dealing with these things. Well, these things that had nothing to do with joining the kingdom. Strel figured that he would wait until the two of them were alone again in the hotel and they could talk in privacy instead of out in the middle of the woods where anything could hear them if it hid well enough. The redhead hid very little about himself from the world but there were some things that had to stay private, if not only for his sake but for anyone else involved with him in the business. So, this sort of thing was most definitely that something he wanted to discuss behind closed doors. Since it seemed imminent anyway.

Nodding, the redhead smirked at Noss. "Sure you could, but you would miss out on all the lovely perks of being in Cours. Like people will give you more respect and you wouldn't need to be subservient to everyone." He laughed, thinking this would be the best improvement for Noss. Or would something else? "Well. Since you're set on it, maybe we should just wait for Vigilante to come or for maybe Niro or Haven. Since I'm still rather useless, you see." Strel had not been promoted in the time Noss had been away, but that did not really matter to him at all. He was here doing what he liked and that was enough for him for now.

Noss · 04-06-2011, 06:23 PM

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I just noticed the lyrics to your table *fail on my observation skills*: Double loves to you! Big Grin Let's see, you've used Sanctuary, Eyes on Me, Two Princes, End of the Beginning, and Until Kingdom Come... I think I've fallen for your tables o.0 AND GAH! THE SHORTNESS RUBBED OFF ON MEH! D: IT'S A DISEASE! (Jk Tongue )

Noss nodded with satisfaction at Strel's explanation of the 'perks'. True, he wouldn't be able to stomach himself being on the omega level forever. He would probably snap and go into a reclusive state just from shock. Well, something close to it, at least. And he would be useful and not just some...lump... Alright, so he was a lump in the pack for a full month...or two...before, but he didn't think he could deal with it. But now he had to learn the land better or suffer the consequences of eternal solitude by getting lost. How pathetic would that be? No, he'd much rather work his way through the ranks anyway. He doubted there'd be any sort of fighting from the get-go--or at all, since he had seen most of Nova Scotia and seen it quiet--but he would prefer to work in that department since he was useless at anything else that didn't require direct survival.

Noss didn't know a Niro or a Haven, but he nodded along, just assuming their place in rank higher than Strel's. Not that he cared, really, where Strel was in the ranks. He'd certainly come a long way from that tirade of 'power equals rights'. He just had to learn that things were not run the same way, and that if he wanted to live there he had to abide by them. "I'd prefer your king, if it's all the same to you," Noss said. He was familiar with the king--at least more than the other two--and he would feel better hearing it from him as well. It was just his way, and still something that he couldn't shake from his perception of pack hierarchy.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Vigilante Haskel · 04-08-2011, 01:50 AM

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The call had been heard when it was made, but the caramel-hued King was not close to the source of the call and he knew that it would take him a bit to reach the origin. It was possible that Haven or Niro would reach the borders first, but as he had heard it clearly, Vigilante could not ignore it. He would not have dreamed of it, anyway. It was his duty to be available to his pack members and it was something he enjoyed, though lately he had been kept busy by his children and preparing for the birth of Amaranth's children with Niro. It was coming soon, certainly.

The lupus male trotted quickly, making his way to the borders fairly quickly considering how far away he had been. The King was surprised to see Noss there, though not entirely, for he had not been sure if the male would be returning. He had been a welcome guest and had not caused any trouble in the Court. The dog mutt offered both a short nod. "Hello Strelein, Noss. Something I can help you with today?" His tone was more distant than it usually was, but his thoughts were very scattered as of late. There was much going on.

Strelein von Rosnete · 04-14-2011, 09:49 AM

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300+ OKAYDONEnow

Strel sighed at Noss, wondering if he had some kind of aversion to those in high privalege ranks that were still not the ruling tier. While it didn't matter to the redheaded man, Strel knew he'd have to get over it fast of he wanted to stay here. Strel himself cared minimally about the ranks, but just enough to give respect where it was due. But mostly, he mocked the system a tad, for he did think the ranks were slightly comical, but they fit him in his nature. And where else was he going to be a tailor in this weird world?

"I'm sure he'll be here soon; I hear that Niro has kidlings on the way. And I think Haven has his to watch. So don't worry not, Noss, you'll get your wish." Strel was grinning softly as he looked up at Noss, lavender eyed shining with some sort of sly intent. Vigilante was just and he knew that the former tribesman had done no wrong in his stay in the kingdom. Surely he'd approve of him wanting to join the pack permanently. Noss had even been a useful guest in that time too. Hadn't he gone out hunting for resources in the middle of the blizzard that caused so much devestation? Noss behaved and that would go well for him.

Sure enough it was Vigilante that had showed up to the summons made by the other male. Strel returned the nod with one of his own and a slight grin. It was not his place to really explain the situation. But he figured his seniority on the pack meant he could be a but more liberal with the king. That and because he was Strel and he didn't care a wit. "He's here to stay, Vigilante." Strel would have added a m'lord or something, but Vigilante was not that kind of king.

Noss · 04-23-2011, 09:57 PM

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FAIL ON MY LIFE! D:< I had a complete blackout and forgot to finish his joining thread! AND GEN REMINDED ME! Someone! Hit me with a giant bucket! >:S ... This can be the last post or if Meghann wants to post again, go ahead >_> I'm gonna ask for this to be archived on the 26th >.< Forgive the short post: Tired, been writing for 3 straight hours--long story--and I wanna go to bed TT-TT

Noss quirked an eyebrow at Strel's comment on the children. "Was there a baby-boom while I was gone...?" he asked, although he wondered, briefly, if Strel had ever yearned for children. Well, he's certainly not getting any out of me, he mused as a private joke to himself, only snorting aloud to hint as to what his mind was thinking. Personally, if he ever found a quiet, mess-free, worry-free pup, he wouldn't mind watching it. The problem was finding one such miracle child.

From beyond the borders came the Cour des Miracles King, looking nonetheless lacking of power in his natural form. It was a scent thing; most wolves knew their places of rank by smell alone. This was no different. "It's true," Noss continued. "That is, if you'll have me." There was always that chance that Vigilante would not take him; that Noss would be rejected on principal or odd reason alone. He didn't know, and did not make the rules. But if that did happen? What would he do? He had been sent into mandatory exile from his old pack and had left everything for Strel and Cour des Miracles. He had no fear that AniWaya would be welcoming with Ralla there, but...it just wouldn't be the same; not a lick close. Noss puffed out his gray chest, a normal thing for him to do as reassurance if he was ever unsure of anything; it was a natural inclination for a male wolf to do when trying to prove a point. Would it help him here? Actually, it would probably tell the king he was still arrogant. But hey; why lie to your future alpha?

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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