Distant

Noss · 12-23-2010, 08:43 PM

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*rubs eyes* I literally just took an 18 hour nap o.0 Believe it >.>

Strel's motions were not as fluid as normal, but Noss let it be. He figured that drinking was not the best answer, but he was a man of impulse, although his very recent actions had done nothing to convince him to change that part of his personality. Nodding, he took a nonthreatening posture as he moved towards Strel again for the bottle. He could've done with a little liquid fire himself.

Noss was a terrible drunk, as he was told from the wolves who had been watching him down the stuff the first time. He got loud, clumsy, and irritable. So it was only that he took a few swigs for taste and slight muddling before he gave the bottle back. He didn't know how Strel reacted to alcohol, but if it was anything like--or worse--than how Noss did, he didn't want to be too inebriated in case something happened. At least Strel was still talking to him; that was a good sign. He would work with that; he'd dealt with much worse.

Reality trickled back in when he realized that he still couldn't just give up on his sister, even when he felt the way he did about Strel. He would ask Strel on a later date to at least take him to AniWaya; just to see. But not now. That'd would've been suicide in action. But his pack? Yes, what about the Crescent Moon Pack of the Moon Tribe that he was so proud of? They don't need me, he told himself. There's always Uncle's line to take over after Father goes. Or maybe Father's found a mate while I've been gone? It wasn't entirely impossible. Devoted as Calum had been to Lenarshe, he was still only mortal. Noss wondered, then, if Ralla had even cared enough about them when she left. Did she feel as he felt now? He realized that she had had nothing but duty left for her in the tribe, but did she care so little about them? He refused to believe it as he stewed in thought with Strel. But if one thing was for certain, he could no longer pull Ralla or himself from the land that now bound them by imaginary chains. He was still angry at her, and he would find her. But they both had to do something together if ever they were to find peace; they would have to return to the Crescent Moon Pack and announce their exile.

Looking up, he covertly watched as Strel drank from the bottle, deciding that the time for that was still a far away dream. Once more, even as Noss tried his hardest not to appear over-attentive and trouble Strel again, he couldn't help but solidify everything that had happened in his mind, all seeming to focus on the redheaded tailor. It was all so seemingly impossible that Noss was now certain that the moon had everything to do with bringing him and Ralla to the strange land where the snow was harsh and the land was filled with wolves.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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