11-23-2008, 03:39 PM
Ooc: No worries. Shorter posts are easier for these kinds of threads anyways.
Ic:
Noah saw what was coming, lowered himself slightly, bent his legs, and braced himself like his sister had taught him all those summers ago. It was not his first fight with a large opponent and he would be damned if he would let the over zelous young male push him around. As a pup, Noah had been a runt and need his tiny older sister for protection. He had a thing against bullies.
The younger male had caught Noah off guard and off balance before but Noah was not about to make the same mistake twice. With jaws open and lips curled, he took the impact well enough and it gave him some idea of the other’s power. It anything, the shove was pushing more buttons than actual wolf. Noah did not take the bait. He was too old and experienced to fall for that. Did the dark wolf know just how childish he sounded? And who did he think he was? Noah’s fur began to rise. What was it with pups these days?
“Ney lad. Yer nothing but a whelp. If yer still keen fer a thrashing, see me when yer teeth come in.”
His smokey grey tail was curled tightly up against his back and he showed no sign of backing down. If the pup did not come to his senses, Noah had no problem showing him just what an “old man” could do. He was sick of these hot headed young males running around thinking they knew everything. His lips curled back further and a low rumbled started from deep in his chest. The cold had long been forgotten and his blood ran hot.
Ic:
Noah saw what was coming, lowered himself slightly, bent his legs, and braced himself like his sister had taught him all those summers ago. It was not his first fight with a large opponent and he would be damned if he would let the over zelous young male push him around. As a pup, Noah had been a runt and need his tiny older sister for protection. He had a thing against bullies.
The younger male had caught Noah off guard and off balance before but Noah was not about to make the same mistake twice. With jaws open and lips curled, he took the impact well enough and it gave him some idea of the other’s power. It anything, the shove was pushing more buttons than actual wolf. Noah did not take the bait. He was too old and experienced to fall for that. Did the dark wolf know just how childish he sounded? And who did he think he was? Noah’s fur began to rise. What was it with pups these days?
“Ney lad. Yer nothing but a whelp. If yer still keen fer a thrashing, see me when yer teeth come in.”
His smokey grey tail was curled tightly up against his back and he showed no sign of backing down. If the pup did not come to his senses, Noah had no problem showing him just what an “old man” could do. He was sick of these hot headed young males running around thinking they knew everything. His lips curled back further and a low rumbled started from deep in his chest. The cold had long been forgotten and his blood ran hot.