10-07-2010, 11:03 PM
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Today was not a fine day for Noss.
Despite the 'directions' he was given, he was still completely, horribly, irrevocably... Don't think it, don't think it...
Lost.
It was long since past afternoon as the sun seemingly careened into the horizon and twilight began. It was, admittedly, Noss's favorite time of day. But he was also grouchy from his experience in the Dahlia de Mai territory. Even back home we treat our betters with respect once we learn of their rank. That was all plain savagery. The huge grey wolf ran in loud, thumping leaps through steadily-changing scenery. It was all strange. The ground was begining to turn harder and harder and harder until it became smooth, solid stone. Steadily, concrete buildings and structures became visible, as if Noss were cresting a wave and coming to the peak. A Long Gone city, he mused to himself. He had only seen the few that were lying in decrepit bunches on the outskirts of the Moon Tribe lands, but otherwise, it was all very new to him. The twilight, already dark as the earth turned and winter drew closer, was further cast in shadow by the mass of the buildings that Noss skulked into, still believing himself completely on track where he was supposed to go. But with every step into the city, he became more and more convinced to face the truth of his position.
Moon curse this place... I come here to get Ralla home and I meet up with the most round-about place known to wolf-kind. Noss's hunger had been slaked earlier when he had caught a few more rabbits, and so he was fully aware to every sound and movement within a six mile radius; some miles having been shaved off because of the echo effect from the tall buildings. Begrudgingly, he decided to sniff around for a deserted building to take shelter in for the night. He shifted within a few short minutes--his shoulders and joints popping loud as he shook himself to get accustomed to his hulking optime form--before he confidently strided around, sniffing the air for any...unwelcome guests he may find. Rats are the most disgusting creatures... He curled his upper lip in distate at the thought. For all his bravado, Noss would never admit that his one true adverdance were rats. He would sooner chew his own tail off than let them near him. They carried diseases and had annoying chewing habits and the like.
Oh yes, when Ralla had found out, she had thought him the manliest older brother ever.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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This is written after Noss's time in DDM and is dated to Oct. 7 It is written presuming he a) makes it out alive and b) is still lost -w- Thank you and have a nice day 
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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 1th post. Reader discretion is advised. |
Today was not a fine day for Noss.
Despite the 'directions' he was given, he was still completely, horribly, irrevocably... Don't think it, don't think it...
Lost.
It was long since past afternoon as the sun seemingly careened into the horizon and twilight began. It was, admittedly, Noss's favorite time of day. But he was also grouchy from his experience in the Dahlia de Mai territory. Even back home we treat our betters with respect once we learn of their rank. That was all plain savagery. The huge grey wolf ran in loud, thumping leaps through steadily-changing scenery. It was all strange. The ground was begining to turn harder and harder and harder until it became smooth, solid stone. Steadily, concrete buildings and structures became visible, as if Noss were cresting a wave and coming to the peak. A Long Gone city, he mused to himself. He had only seen the few that were lying in decrepit bunches on the outskirts of the Moon Tribe lands, but otherwise, it was all very new to him. The twilight, already dark as the earth turned and winter drew closer, was further cast in shadow by the mass of the buildings that Noss skulked into, still believing himself completely on track where he was supposed to go. But with every step into the city, he became more and more convinced to face the truth of his position.
Moon curse this place... I come here to get Ralla home and I meet up with the most round-about place known to wolf-kind. Noss's hunger had been slaked earlier when he had caught a few more rabbits, and so he was fully aware to every sound and movement within a six mile radius; some miles having been shaved off because of the echo effect from the tall buildings. Begrudgingly, he decided to sniff around for a deserted building to take shelter in for the night. He shifted within a few short minutes--his shoulders and joints popping loud as he shook himself to get accustomed to his hulking optime form--before he confidently strided around, sniffing the air for any...unwelcome guests he may find. Rats are the most disgusting creatures... He curled his upper lip in distate at the thought. For all his bravado, Noss would never admit that his one true adverdance were rats. He would sooner chew his own tail off than let them near him. They carried diseases and had annoying chewing habits and the like.
Oh yes, when Ralla had found out, she had thought him the manliest older brother ever.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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