I Know Your Kind

Noss · 04-26-2011, 09:37 PM

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Noss had decided that he had much need to begin practicing his fighting skills again. After all, a warrior could not remain one without practice, much as others disagreed and thought themselves naturals through and through. But it would be the warrior with the most determination and drive that would win, and Noss did not want poor practice to be the cause of any failures in battle. He chose a few of the sticks that he had sharpened before--stronger and sturdier ones--and took it outside to a tree that he could use. In his old tribe, Noss had been taught that if a sparring partner was scarce, one used whatever was around as a substitute. And although nothing could measure up to a real battle, practicing the fundamentals never went amiss. It was one of the few things Noss had true patience for, rather than feigned endurance.

Noss proved to cut an impressive form in his grey mass, muscles taught and strong. He practiced strong hits to the tree--grip, form, stance--and went about to continue in the stances, stabbing and swinging. Noss was a natural hand-to-hand combat warrior, but his people had also used spears and bows--although the sharpened sticks were more like javelins and balanced differently. Noss was not much of an aim, but he could use a spear as a first line of defense. Knives? He could use his hunting one quite well. But he found that his claws were just as sharp in the needed cases. With a mighty swing at the tree, the spear he was using shattered, and with a pale yellow glare at it--as if it was the stick's fault for breaking--Noss left it to the side and picked up another one. Moon forbid I go soft just sitting about, he growled in his mind.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Viggo Rhys · 04-27-2011, 09:44 AM

OOc: word of the day +1,

Curious sounds reached rust colored ears as Viggo was exploring the area surrounding the hotel. A jamboree of small growls and the clack of sticks on sticks, or sticks on other wood reached him, and unable to stand not knowing the cause, he had chosen to investigate. Not that this was typical of him, life had taught his that curiosity often punished those with it. As he moved into a small clearing he saw a giant brute of a grey wolf smacking and throwing sharpened sticks against a tree. Today might just be one of those days when life punishes those who want to know what is going on.

The small wolf stood quietly for a moment, studying the man. His body was incredibly strong, and he seemed to not only have the training of a warrior, but also the physique. Not to mention he seemed really, really pissed off at life. Pretty much, he was everything Viggo was running from. Well, provided he was gay and/or enjoyed raping his nephews. A small growl escaped his without thought before he stopped himself. Oh....shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Please no.... He just knew the other wolf had heard it. This wolf was a trained killer, no sound, much less a growl would escape his attentions.

Quickly he took a step back, only managing to exacerbate the situation by the betrayal of twigs cracking beneath his foot paw. A mental image of this wolf walking over and murdering crossed his mind and he shuddered. Tail and ears dropping, his heart thudded, wondering what might happen.

Noss · 04-28-2011, 10:04 PM

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I kinda pp-ed Noss jumping on him, but he wasn't hurt or anything. If you want me to change it I gladly will--just PM me and I can switch the flow of events Tongue

Noss's ears twitched before his head whipped to the sound of a growl. Now, Noss may have thought himself the big bad warrior, but being caught unawares did not help anyone in any situation. So, with the worst possibility in mind--growls, after all, did not often signify friendliness--He twirled the new impromptu spear in his hands so that it has held with a firm grip, his knees bending a little and the other arm held out, ready for any sort of attack. Pack lands or no, trespassers normally didn't mind crossing the borders for obvious reasons. Looking around, another sound alerted him to the stranger who was spying on him--the snap of a twig. White canines bared a little, Noss dropped himself lower before pouncing off into the bushes, muscles tense and taught.

When his hand grasped the shoulder of his onlooker, Noss kept coming, barreling the other down until he was crouched above him, spear tip raised in preparation as he looked down on the other. It was a male--a small red wolf--and young at that, with amber eyes. Nose twitching a little, Noss's eyebrows furrowed as he realized that the scent on him was Cour des Miracles; friend, not foe. Growling to himself at the mistake and waste of worry, Noss struck the spear in the ground a little ways off, looking harder at the pup; for that was what he was, in truth--barely of eligible age. He got up, but remained close so that he could grab the other male if he tried to flee. "Any particular reason you were sneaking about?" he asked, pale yellow eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Viggo Rhys · 04-29-2011, 03:26 PM

ooc: That was perfectly okay... I was hoping for some sort of similar reaction from Noss.

In just an instance, all of his fears were confirmed. The fierce brute had not only heard him but immediately crossed the large space between them and successfully pinned Viggo to the ground. Sharpened stick at his throat and bared glistening teeth inches from his flesh terrified the much smaller wolf. You've done it now... he's going to murder you and no one will be the wiser. He'll probably eat your insides and make you watch. His eyes closed and he gulped fearfully at the thought.

He flinched as the sound of the stick piercing the ground reached his down turned ears. The weight of the male was removed from him and he opened his eyes to see the pale yellow orbs of the large male drilling him. Cautiously, he sat up, unsure if the other male would allow him to stand. Quietly, but surprisingly without fear sounding in his voice, Viggo answered. "I'm Viggo Rhys sir... I'm new to Cour des Miracles, but I promise you I wasn't sneaking about... I just heard a noise and went to investigate. Which is where you come into the story..."

Sensing that it might be okay to do so, Viggo stood, the top of his head hardly reaching the middle of the humongous male's chest. Please don't kill me... The size different was so great between the two that had the grey male been in his halfing form that Viggo felt he still wouldn't even match up.

Noss · 04-30-2011, 03:45 PM

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Viggo? Now that was a name Noss had never heard before. The pup looked positively scared out of his mind, sitting on the ground like that. Narrowing his eyes, Noss looked down at the pup, well aware of what his size could do to intimidate. Grumbling low in his chest, Noss went to retrieve the spear. "Get up," he said, motioning to Viggo with it. "Men don't just sit on the ground." Oh, the grey warrior had known pups like this one back in his home tribe; weak, blaming their problems on other things, bowing immediately at the first sign of danger. This one looked ready to run to whoever his parents were.

Staring down at the boy who had stood, Noss shook his head. "What's with that look, kid?" he asked--because really, he was still one--as he saw the red wolf tremble. "If you're innocent why do you look so afraid?" Even as he said this he turned back to where he had once been, going to continue his forms. A random onlooker was not much to concern himself with, but he found that speaking to the young male was certainly easier than it had been with the female, although Noss was beginning to see that this one was perhaps twice as scared as she was, if she had even been. Really, could a male not get some practicing done? He knew that this boy was young, but was Noss really that terrifying? Hell yeah. ...And he knew it, too. Still, Noss didn't want to intentionally frighten the boy anymore, now that he knew that he wasn't being stalked or ambushed. But more often than not, it wasn't a matter of whether he could 'help it' or not.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Viggo Rhys · 04-30-2011, 10:04 PM

Word count: +300

Kid? So that was the male's opinion of him. He felt anger well up inside of him. Sure, Viggo wasn't nearly as large as the other male, nor did he have as many seasons as the other... and he didn't have the physique or most likely the incredible resume of fights, but he had been through hell. His journey had taken him, by paw, over 2,000 miles. Not to mention he had been forced into exile from an abusive relationship courtesy of his uncle. An uncle who this brute reminded him of upon their first encounter. Jumping immediately to violence. All of that while his father, alpha to the pack, stood by in feigned ignorance doing nothing.

He snorted his derision at the comment of Men don't just sit on the ground. He wouldn't have been on the ground in the first place if it hadn't been for the man before him.

Perhaps he could show him? Exactly how do you plan to manage that? Sparring...oh, that will definitely show him. Letting him kick your scrawny ass for no reason. The male (whom Viggo quickly noticed did not offer his name during this exchange of words, more like insults) turned his back, apparently intent on returning to his noise making through his sparring efforts. Anger now beginning to subside coupled with the fact the red youth knew he was in no immediate danger (provided he wasn't going to provoke the other into it) caused him to want to linger in the clearing. Why exactly, he wasn't sure. Most likely it was simply curiosity again. Heck, it's gotten me this far.

Moving clear of the grey warrior, he squatted to watch. After allowing several moments to pass, he built the courage to voice a simple question. "What are you practicing for? Is the Cour at war?" He felt the question simple enough to deserve and answer yet not so bothersome as to elicit more directed barbs. Rusty ears were perked, wondering if the male would even answer him.

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.

Viggo Rhys · 05-04-2011, 10:46 PM

ooc: I know the feeling.

He felt a smile tug at the edges of his lips when the male answered his question. It pulled even more as Noss began to teach Viggo, whether or not he knew it. However, he did his best to only let it lift the very corners, not wanting Noss to think him too simple. The young wolf watched as his elder began to practice again. His movements were impressive, every move calculated, with no energy wasted as he changed from one stance to another. These were of course, defeated by the poor quality of the makeshift spear. Easily, rust ears soaked up information and stored it. Oak for spears... cypress for bows.

As his ears took in Noss's words, his eyes watched his paws. He made quick work whittling it (with a rather imposing hunting knife to boot) changing it from the simple stick to the spear-like shape he was wanting. Soon after this information was cataloged something else came towards him. The warrior had tossed a stick towards him, which he easily caught. Thank goodness catching was one of the few things that had come easily to him in his luperci form. He spun it easily, enjoying the feeling of being able to manipulate it. God bless thumbs.

The smile he had refused from his face appeared, white canines flashing in the daylight. Grasping the spear in his left paw (as he was a southpaw) he looked towards Noss, awaiting instruction or a signal of what was to come.
"Have you tried maple? For a bow... it's rather flexible."

[Bow wood reference: http://paleoplanet69529.yuku.com/topic/6213]

Noss · 05-16-2011, 10:24 PM

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Sorry for the wait ;-; Btw, Noss made the already-made-spear blunt, not sharp, so that when they practiced they wouldn't stab each other >_>

Noss watched impassively as the younger wolf twirled the long stick, getting a feel for it. While unintentional, Noss was at least happy to have some sort of sparring partner. And on the other hand, drilling the kid might relieve some of his stress from boredom. Yeah; he and Strel needed a day of no work (or, in Noss's case, a day of major activity). Noss let his own smirk quirk on his face as he noticed the kid get a little too comfortable in the situation. Well, Noss would certainly drill him hard. If he was still smiling after that, it would be a miracle. "Not a lot of maple where I come from; wouldn't know. Now, defend yourself." Without much preamble, Noss shifted back into his sparring stance, pole held out at a good distance, and with a rare mercy gave Viggo time to do the same. After all, attacking the kid straight would just be plain unsportsmanlike.

After Viggo was given his moment, Noss swung the stick to Viggo's left side, hard enough to smart, but certainly restrained so that it wouldn't hurt the kid. It wouldn't do to injure his sparring partner, much less his pack mate, now would it? He followed up with a similar attack to the right, very quickly in succession and just as restrained. Noss wanted to test Viggo--see where he was in fighting. Although, in all honesty, the grey warrior wasn't expecting much. Of course, after the run-in at Dahlia, he was far more wary of 'pups' these days.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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Viggo Rhys · 05-18-2011, 09:01 AM

ooc: Ugh... by no means was this close to my best work.

At the indication from Noss, Viggo prepared himself. Well, the best he could. Not really knowing how he should stand or be prepared left him a little unsure. Luckily, he managed to get it mostly right. Foot paws spread to shoulder length apart and knees slightly bent, he held the spear in front of him with both paws.

The speed of the mock attack was astounding; more over, the entire experience was incredible at how well prepared the grey man was. His first swing aimed towards Viggo's dominant side coupled with the "nice"ness of Noss by allowing him to get a stance saved his side. Paws moved the spear using its shaft to block the swing of the other man's. Vibrations rang up his arms from his paws as the sticks collided. The shock and sting was enough that his only reaction towards the second attack on the opposite side was to drop flat on the ground.

As the swing caught the tip of his ear he managed to hold in a small yip. The smell of dirt filled his nares as he hurried to get up, trying to seem braver than his evasive action might have made him seem. From a kneeling position he made a hasty stab towards Noss, remembering that combat wasn't just defense, but also offense.

Noss · 06-01-2011, 06:55 PM

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And this is by no means my fastest :/

Noss could see that the blow had jarred the other's arms, and he frowned even as Viggo dropped straight to the ground to avoid the second hit. While he had to admit that doing so was the smart thing to do--had he not been able to block, of course getting out of the way was the right thing--he could see that the pup's reaction was a little slower than what was considered 'par'. Of course, that level would come with experience, where one moved without thinking and only on reaction. Noss easily caught the jab from the side, stilling Viggo's attack and taking a moment to consider the pup with pale yellow eyes. The attack was well-placed, in any case. Lifting the boy up by the stick, the grey warrior took a step back and began to demonstrate movements with his own arms, using a stern voice. "When you block, space your arms to balance out the shock. You did right by dropping in that case, but in a real fight, you have to learn to twist the staff," he said so while showing the red wolf, easily turned the stick in his hands with fingers that shouldn't have been able to be so agile. Going back into a ready stance, he reassessed to see if the information had sunk in. "Again."

"Your move first, kid," he continued, wanting now to see how brave he could be. Or foolish. Oh how often the warrior had seen false bravado disguised as courage on the battlefield. Or likewise, a fool's courage disguised as valor. It often led to death, if not disgrace. He had already told one wolf that the way of the warrior was hard, and that only those who walked it could fully understand. He was already turning a casual practice lesson into a training session--completely my mistake, he swore--and he wondered if this pup would prove to be even capable of walking the bloody path. Probably not. But, like that female, maybe he could learn some basic defense. Caspa had been persistent, but Noss no longer begrudged it, even if he still held firm to his beliefs on how the path of the warrior was paved. With unlike anticipation, Noss awaited Viggo's strike.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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