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- Noss - 04-25-2011 [html] Noss needs to get to know the pack because of right now he's a lump -w- Hunting/sparring would be fun :3 Or anything really XP Fair warning: Noss is a cranky bastard. Your character must have persistence~ Noss had basically done exactly what he had done when he had been a guest; hang around with Strel and make spears out of sticks, the first of which he didn't mind if he didn't feel like he was being a burden. Now officially a part of the pack, the grey warrior felt like he needed to make himself useful. Hunting? Perhaps. But he hadn't recently heard the call for a hunt, and the man going off by himself was just asking for trouble; more specifically, the need for his search and rescue. Instead of hunting large prey, he had contented himself with the rabbits and smaller prey that he could find; at the very least until he fully learned his new pack lands and could navigate those without a guide to just reach Point A to Point B. Yawning as he descended the steps from Strel's room, Noss exited the hotel to find it a fine spring morning. Pale yellow eyes scanned the yard before he continued on, heading towards...where, nowhere in particular. The man was not particularly hungry, but he needed something to do. Patrol the borders? It would be easier, since he couldn't get lost with a straight scent trail. What he really needed to do was find Vigilante and asked how the whole rank system worked in the pack; try to figure out where he could nestle himself into use. Sitting on rock, Noss brought out his hunter's knife--a blade he had brought back from his trip to his homeland, strapped firmly around his waist with a leather belt--and found a stick, and began to sharpen one end. If Noss ate an elk for every stick he had sharpened and turned into some sort of weapon, he'd be the fattest wolf alive. Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. .Fuego b {font-weight:normal; color:#51aa8a; letter-spacing:1px;text-shadow: #a0dfb8 1px 1px 1px;} .Fuego-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#a0dfb8; text-align:center;} .Fuego p {text-indent:15px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Fuego{margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#001926; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... Noss-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #205047; padding: 5px 0px 320px 0px; font-family: Tahoma, serif; font-size:12px; color:#205047; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .Fuego-border1 {width:402px; border:1px solid #001926; margin:0 auto;} .Fuego-line1 {width:200px; border-bottom:5px dotted #51aa8a; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 04-25-2011 OOC: Hi, I hopes you don't mind! Sparring would be good, if not now some other time? [html]
- Noss - 04-26-2011 [html] Probably some other time. Caspa's much smaller than Noss, and he has an awkward time with females he doesn't know. Probably once he gets to know that she's no pushover
Noss's ears flicked to the sound of the voice, eyes following immediately after. The woman who it had come from was a willowy thing--barely any meat on her. A dog? Noss wondered, looking at her. He had never seen a breed with such fur or features and...no ears? Noss wondered why she had found him--followed? happened upon?--but snorted as his first response to her question. By nature he did not do well with females; he was convinced that the creatures were fragile and easy to break, although he had met a few exceptional ones that defied this belief, such as his childhood friend, Naka. But the main reason he couldn't deal with them was because of their temperament; most who he had met cried easily or changed moods faster than the winds changed directions, and Noss had a horrible time with tears. He just didn't know how to handle it at all. But this female tried to exude confidence, even if her scent said otherwise. On the other hand, he had to try and make friends with his new pack, not create enemies. With a sigh he turned his head to her and waved the stick up and down. "Sharpening it," he said bluntly, as if it could've been anything else. Regardless of what Noss wanted to do, his personality was not going to change overnight, either. The less he knew someone, the less words he felt comfortable using. He held true to his ideal of the circle of individuals who were under his protection and who he allowed to know his thoughts and emotions; this, too, would not change. Curiosity got the better of him for his next question, never mind that it was rude. Noss could probably described as an overall cocky, stoic warrior anyway, although it was apparent that others thought his brand of honor and respect old-fashioned and egotistic to begin with. "Don't have any ears?" he asked with a gesture to her head. Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. .Noss-01 b {font-weight:normal; color:#8b6e9f; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #6d6175; } .Noss-01 .ooc {text-align:center; padding: 5px; font-family:ariel, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#8b6e9f; padding: 1px 1px 7px 1px;} .Noss-01 p {text-indent:15px; padding:1px 12px 1px 12px; margin:0px; } .Noss-01 .divide {width: 200px; border-bottom:2px dashed #2e174c; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} .Noss-01 {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ebe8ed; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... oss2-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2e174c; padding: 0px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#708495; line-height:13px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 04-27-2011 [html]
- Noss - 04-28-2011 [html] I know he's walking away, but you kinda have to be persistent with Noss; he doesn't do well with women >.> She plaited her ears into her hair? Didn't this impair her hearing? Apparently not, because her tongue was quick to respond, which would be a hard thing to do if one didn't know what they were speaking of. He raised an eyebrow at her inquiry of his strength, although he supposed it was fair since he had asked a personal question. Noss was finally beginning to learn some commonplace manners; it was a miracle if there ever was one. Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, Noss thought for a moment, actually a bit put off by the question because it was actually quite extensive. "Practice, work...genes?" he added in as an afterthought. While it was true that the male half of his family were made to be large, the female half was always willowy. He summed it up as the bloodline alone and left it that way; it was easier to explain things away with simple words than contemplate and complicate. "If you're planning on doing the same, I suggest you eat more," he said as he noticed how bony she seemed. Like Ralla, this woman seemed more built for speed rather than strength, and he thought how hard her road would be if she wanted to pursue strength. There were some things that one could just not win against with nature. Standing up with the stick still in hand, Noss sheathed his knife into its hold and made to walk deeper into the forest--which, in retrospect, was not the smartest move, considering his trouble with directions to begin with. But females, as he said, made him uncomfortable, and he could already feel that itching feeling that this female would be like the rest; weak, fragile, annoying, and persistent. Oh, what would Noss do if she followed? Certainly break down civility if she tried his patience. Frankly, it was more often than not his ability to cope with a female's sensitivities that made him snap, not their actual being or talking. It was more of an intangible difference between the genders that was hard to explain other than gut feeling. Very few females had ever passed by his inspection for being okay on his list; much less in his inner circle. But they existed, and yet they were either dead or severely spread out. Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. .Fuego b {font-weight:normal; color:#51aa8a; letter-spacing:1px;text-shadow: #a0dfb8 1px 1px 1px;} .Fuego-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#a0dfb8; text-align:center;} .Fuego p {text-indent:15px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Fuego{margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#001926; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... Noss-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #205047; padding: 5px 0px 320px 0px; font-family: Tahoma, serif; font-size:12px; color:#205047; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .Fuego-border1 {width:402px; border:1px solid #001926; margin:0 auto;} .Fuego-line1 {width:200px; border-bottom:5px dotted #51aa8a; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 04-29-2011 Don't worry. She's patient. and thick-skinned! [html]
- Noss - 05-01-2011 [html] Noss's conscious stayed clear even though she made the comment about starving. What he had said was not antagonistic, but rather commentary. Despite that, his feet did stop and falter for a moment before he continued on. He was not a soft man by nature, although this woman seemed to know how to hold her own, and he was so used to just leaving those he didn't want to deal with behind. It was usually so easy. But that was when he was a chief-to-be, and such flippancy was tolerated. Here...here he was a Seigneur; new and unimportant to the pack ranking. Turning and leaning against a tree, Noss skewered the pole into the ground and crossed his arms, looking calculatingly to the woman, measuring her up "Why do you want to know this anyway?" he ground out, genuinely curious, even if he tried to hide it. It was obvious that the woman was underweight, but why would she choose him to talk to? He was not an easy man to come up to, nor was he the most obvious choice for a conversational partner. But for whatever reason, the woman had decided to brave his sharp tongue and intimidating stature, and Noss would still fault her for it, because she was the one who had chosen to do so. But then, why was he choosing to stay? That fault was his own. She had asked about strength, but as he had already noticed, she was built more for speed. The best kind of strength that she could be taught was the hit hard and often; even if the hits wouldn't deal as much damage by themselves as his would with a single shot, if repeated, they would match up to a single berserker punch given enough time. And even then, why did she want to know about it? Did she wish to go out for the warrior ranks as well? At the thought, Noss palmed his face, imagining having to patrol and work beside a female. If he didn't act amazingly awkward around her, then she's probably never hear a word out of him on most occasions. What kind of working relationship would that be? Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. .Noss-01 b {font-weight:normal; color:#8b6e9f; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #6d6175; } .Noss-01 .ooc {text-align:center; padding: 5px; font-family:ariel, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#8b6e9f; padding: 1px 1px 7px 1px;} .Noss-01 p {text-indent:15px; padding:1px 12px 1px 12px; margin:0px; } .Noss-01 .divide {width: 200px; border-bottom:2px dashed #2e174c; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} .Noss-01 {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ebe8ed; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... oss2-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2e174c; padding: 0px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#708495; line-height:13px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 05-01-2011 [html]
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- Caspa Al-Fateh - 05-18-2011 Maybe having more than one life is the answer =D One can be sleeping while the other is awake! Sorry for the slowness. [html]
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