Clash with Leo

Ralla · 12-19-2010, 03:25 PM

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Backdated to the 17th, a little outside AniWaya territory.

The night before had been fun. She and Kemo had celebrated his second year, and Ralla could only remember feeling so relieved to find the white wolf safe. After, she had been so tired from their long talks and antics that she had fallen right asleep near Kemo's tree hollow.

Deeper still, as her consciousness returned, she remembered a dream. And not just any dream; a vision. She noticed, as she deviated from the skies and spent more and more time with others, that the visions came in dreams rather than her waking hours. Another supposed reason why they kept Shamans apart; they became too distracted... she thought bitterly. But that dream... She had seen two colors--gray and red--running together. Their target had been two other shapes--both white. She shook her head, and the dream blurred a little more as it slipped farther into her subconsciousness. The last thing she could recall was a loud noise like thunder, and then the dream disappeared.

She looked around and found herself now inside the tree hollow in lupus form, unaware as to how she had gotten there. Did she crawl in there in a half-daze?

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.[

Kemo Nishant · 12-20-2010, 02:43 AM

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OOC: Ask and ye shall receive, a post for you

Kemo was currently in dreamland, laughing and smiling away with Ralla, though all that could be told of his dream was the subtle twitching of his paws, along with a sudden and unexpected reaching of his paws and pulling Ralla close to him, nuzzling her happily, though he was asleep through all of this. In his dream, they were running together, laughing and smiling, and he could see her, or at least what he imagined she looked like. Happy as can be, convinced that this wasn't a dream, he ran as fast as he could with her, smiling. Suddenly they ran into the trees and dodged between them. It was at that moment that she had gone out of his sight, on the other side of a tree, but didn't come out the other side. He slowed down, his laugh dying a little. "Ralla?" He spoke even outside of his dream, but he didn't know this at the time.

Within seconds he was on the other side of the tree, calling her name wildly as he ran off in the only direction she could have gone, his paws scrambling wildly. As he burst into a clearing, still looking around wildly, he caught sight of a white fluffy tail, a deer's tail, the very same one he had seen on the day his father had taken him to hunt. This glued him to the spot, watching as the deer left and a familiar howl was heard. He whined outside of his dream as he heard a vicious growl behind him, turning slowly to see the same creature that had blinded him, but the monster looked different. Especially its eyes...they were filled with pain...

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He yelped suddenly as he was struck by the creature, sending him reeling to the ground and he went into a frantic panic attack in the waking world, screaming "No! Why are you doing this? Why can't I fight you back?" It was then that he realized he was a pup, not strong enough to fight against the nightmare. He howled, determined to not go down without a fight, whimpering and fighting off an imaginary attacker in Ralla's view.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Noss · 12-23-2010, 10:25 PM

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Order from here on out is: Ralla, Kemo, Noss, Strel. Let's see who gets confused with all the mixed in scenes first @_@ (Woohoo; 4 people post > Big Grin )

Against all odds, Noss had finally convinced Strel to bring him to AniWaya. He had been reluctant to ask after the reaction he had received from his insistance on it at first, but it had to be done. Their relationship had stabalized, but Noss could regrettably not call it 'better'... Their trek around another territory took them a few days in the deepening snow, but they eventually arrived at the borders. Noss could see a fence made of metal spanning a large distance, and as they neared the boundary more and more, a scent caught his attention. Even in the snow, scents lingered for a time, and the one he had was fresh.

Ralla.

He then deviated from the course of following Strel, tracking his sister's scent until he was deep into the woods, but had not crossed that metal fence where the AniWayan markers were strongest. Luckily, the trail led from over the fence into the no-man's-land where he could follow. He saw his sister, then, emerging from a tree hollow in her lupus form. He had barely recognized her, some red paint that marked her now unfamiliar to his memory of a snow-white pelt. But there had been no mistaking those necklaces, green eyes, and tell-tale brand.

Anger bubbled up from inside him, unbidden, as fear registered in her eyes. He assumed she had exited the hollow after scenting him as well, but now she looked terrified as she realized just how real the event that was occuring was. He was so mad at her, the emotion an accumulative of restrained feelings from the past, most of them irrelevant now that his own course had changed. Regardless, he stalked up to her--a towering beheamoth to her as he stood in optime form--and stared her down with a sharp edge in his eyes. At first, he said nothing, just looking at his runaway sibling with all the scolding daggers he could muster drived at her through his eyes. He wanted to yell at her for her beheavior--for making them worry--but instead all he did was revert to that low rumble of a voice that he knew she knew meant the end of all tomfoolery. "Ralla... What are you doing here? As if he already didn't know. It wasn't so much why she had left as how. The fact was she had commited abandonment--no prior warning, no permission, no contact for months--and from family, Noss couldn't bear that shame. His nose twitched imperceptibly, and he stared out of the corner of his eye at the hollow where she had just emerged, scenting another wolf there within. Automatically, his mind assumed the worst, and his hackles raised to full peak.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 12-28-2010, 07:11 PM

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Strel had never been to Aniwaya, but he remembered from what Hemming had told him a year ago where it was exactly. It seemed to have been accurate, since they arrived there in the end, after having gone through deep snow and wind blowing in their faces as they went at it. The redhead was slightly more quiet on the journey, having been a bit odd around Noss since his confession. He tried to ignore it and the words, but what person in their right mind could have voided their memory of it? So, naturally, he was weird about it, very weird. Try as he may, he tried ignoring it and acting normally, but for Strel, normal was only a word he could not spell.

He had lead Noss to Aniwaya's fence, and he paused by it, letting the other man explore it as he will. It was rather wide, though broken in some places, he figured. They could always trespass, but that might not sit well with the leadership of the tribe. And his only friend in the tribe was no longer even there. Hemming was gone, for whatever reason. So many friends.. so many gone in the time he had been here. But new people showed up, all the time. Sometimes, the redhead wished they wouldn't and could leave the old ones there. He hated the drama that came with strangers, the threats, and the worry of invasion, fighting. Well, no, he did not. But still.

Turning, about to call to Noss, the tailor stopped, seeing the other man's figure was gone, or at least further from him. Furrowing his brows in frustration, the redhead went after him, in a leisurely pace. "Couldn't say a word.. no, of course not..," he mumbled under his breath, hands in pockets. Coming up behind Noss, Strel merely stood by, watching. He had done his duty, his promise. Now he just watched what happened, and to make sure that the other man behaved himself properly. It was still on his head how Noss acted, so he meant to stick by and make sure that Strel was still respectable when he headed home.

Ralla · 01-02-2011, 08:48 PM

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Through her waking daze, Ralla had begun to notice the stirrings that Kemo made, all getting gradually louder. She turned her head, her ears twitching as she heard Kemo mumbling her name. She leaned her head closer, but was jerked awake and away when Kemo began to thrash and yell. "Kemo? Kemo!" She got worried, then, and placed both her paws on his shoulder, trying to wake him. After last night, she was aware just how fragile his mind was, and that only served to worry her more. A nightmare...!? Amongst his cries, she heard the heavy and hurried footfalls of another outside. Concerned for Kemo--whether the intruder was a bear or other large prey creature, by the loud thumps of the steps--she stalked carefully out of the hollow when she was sure that Kemo's bouts were down to a minute minimum. At first her sense of smell was muddled from the earthy scent that had invaded it in the hollow, but once she hit the crisp, open air, her eyes went wide, prompting her to veer her head in the direction of a scent she never thought she'd smell anywhere near Nova Scotia.

"Noss," she whispered as he stalked up to her. She felt outmatched and bullied with him standing above her in optime form. Her ears were flat against her head, her tail between her legs. Dully, she noted another standing a ways behind Noss, although it was a male she had never met before. But her attention did not wander for long. He asked her what she was doing there, but he knew. She had confided in him her fears, and he had shot her down; lectured her on duty and fate. As if she didn't know about fate. She grew even more terrified when his eyes peered from their corners into the hollow, and she noticed the musk of his anger growing. "What are you doing here?" she instead challenged, her eyes narrowing their forest green color to counteract his pale yellow ones. It was his technique of intimidation--she knew it didn't suit her much--but it was her first line of emotional defense. "You know why I ran, Noss. Why did you follow me...?"

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Kemo Nishant · 01-03-2011, 04:27 PM

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OOC: SoSuWriMo: 353 (took out blue) short post >.<

Kemo could hear her as if from far away trying to wake him, could feel her shaking him and calling to him, but the dream was strong. Whether by the will of the Moon or by his own mind he didn't know, but even through Ralla's persistent wakings he still remained locked inside himself, all the way up until she had placed her paws on his shoulders. At that point he had started to return to consciousness, reaching full peak by the time she had said "What are you doing here?" His eyes shot open suddenly and the nightmare was forgotten for the moment, his mind now focused on far more pressing matters. "Ralla?"

He raised his head and sniffed the air, catching Ralla's scent everywhere but even among her very powerful scent there were yet 2 more he had never scented before, though there was one that he hated to smell more than any other. Fear...but not just any fear...Ralla's fear... This caused his defense mode to skyrocket as he stood up and practically jumped out of the hollow he had made his home, taking his place directly in front of Ralla once he found her and clearing his throat, looking directly at the stranger who was treating Ralla with such disrespect just after giving Ralla a comforting nuzzle. "Who are you, strange wolf, and what are you doing in my home?" The stranger seemed extremely angry, almost to the point of attacking with his adrenaline pumping heart giving away his true motives. Who could he be, and who was the other that just seemed to stand by as if he didn't belong here?

In the pause that it took to answer, he noticed he could practically almost feel the tension in the air. He flashed one confused look back at Ralla as if asking her just who this wolf thought he was acting the way he was. He couldn't tell how large he was, but judging from the position of his beating heart and his rapid intake of breaths he was currently standing in Optime form. Why was Ralla so afraid of this wolf?

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Noss · 01-04-2011, 10:29 PM

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Short post :X

He had scented the stranger before he even came out, but had been too distracted by Ralla's sudden defiance that it wasn't until a similarily white wolf popped out from the hollow that his anger really grew. He jumped to conclusions immediatly; all of the wrong ones. If she had left just to mess around... There would be hell to go through and back. The familiar way in which the other wolf interacted with Ralla instantly wiped all civilities he may have been willing to give, and he stepped forward threatingly. "I am Noss of the Crescent Moon Pack, Ralla's older brother." He had not gone without noticing the mark on the white wolf's chest, but at the moment, he didn't care if a meteor crash-landed right where he stood; heads were gonna roll.

"If you know what's good for you, stranger, you'll leave family matters to family, and come back later." That cold stare turned back to Ralla, who was still trying to put on a brave front, despite how her down-curling tail betrayed her. Noss noted the scent of Strel behind him, and was grateful that the other male had come and was still there. But if Strel tried to stop Noss from whatever he might do? Things were so uncertain from there except for the fact that Noss was angry and he just wanted to do something about it.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-05-2011, 05:41 PM

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derp derp

Strel looked warily at the three of them, noting the tension in Noss and the anger in his voice. Oh, this was lovely, a lovely, lovely day. But if these were family matters, Noss would have told the redhead to head back home once he had led them both to the AniWaya border. Instead, he had not said a word and found his sister's scent and left Strel to just follow. That meant he was here to supervise and make sure that the other male did not lose his mind to the madness he probably was feeling seeing that guy come out of the hole after his sister. It was, most definitely, a questionable situation. Strel really should not have been hanging about. Now was about the time when he should have turned tail and headed for home. From here, there was only one thing that would happen. Ralla and Noss would leave. Simple.

"Noss," said the redhead firmly, closing the distance between and putting a hard hand on the other man's shoulder. Chances were Noss would shove him away and force his hand off. "Calm down," he ordered gently, letting go off the other man's shoulder after a moment. "You don't know what happened, so calm the hell down." This was not how to deal with meeting his sister for the first time, and what seemed to be her lover. He could not argue that it was really suspicious, but he did not know anything here. "Ask questions first, bite his head off later..," he advised, though he was joking a little bit.

Ralla · 01-08-2011, 12:55 AM

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Ta-derp? :3

She heard Kemo call her name, and at once was scared for him. She knew that he could look after himself too, but she also knew Noss's strength, and just how frustrated he was. Her companion jumped from the hollow to stand in front of her, nuzzling her in affirmation that she was okay before standing his ground against Noss. She constantly flicked her eyes between the two, watching for any signs that things might go south faster than she anticipated. Knowing that it was not his fault of ignorance of Noss's battle prowess, Kemo challenged him with his words. She saw Noss lean forward as he responded, and just as she was about to call Noss's name to stop, the red-maned wolf stepped forward. To her surprise, he put a hand on Noss's shoulder, and wasn't shrugged away. Instead, he actually listened. Even with their father, Noss had always put up some sort of a fight if the decision was against his desires. The redhead's remark was macabre, but it sounded like the sort of humor that Noss was used to; that they were both used to hearing from other warriors. She slipped around to stand beside Kemo and face the two.

"Knock it off, Noss. I know what you're thinking, and I want you to get it out of your mind now." Like a lot of sliblings who had been close, obscure references could be conveyed without saying them out in the open. What she just said could've been taken for a myriad of ways, but she knew he knew the meaning. His glare remained, but she stood firmly by Kemo. "Now I'll repeat myself; you know why I left. What made you follow me? Did Father order you to? Did the elders? Another Shaman? Cause you know I can't, Noss. You know I can't." The fear still pumped strongly in her veins, but even as her long legs shook--so much so that she was even more afraid that she would crumble--she stood. "My home is here, Noss," she challenged. "I am an AniWayan. I...I can't go back to the Moon Tribe..." She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before opting to sit instead of risking the embarassment of falling.

To try and lighten the mood, she turned to the redheaded male. "My name is Ralla, as I suppose you've heard from my brother. This is Kemo. Noss, Kemo's from the Blood Moon Pack." Introductions seemed so very out of place in the tension that filled the air, but it was just sort of working like auto-pilot for Ralla at the moment. If she had done differently, it might've been possible that she would've had a panic attack from the scare of seeing her brother again alone. "And what is your name, stranger?" Smiling was impossible for the moment; it would've come out as a twitching grimace. Moon, I must look a mess... Compared to the stature of the unknown guest--pristine fur, lively eyes--she felt inadequate. There was faded red paint in her fur, she was slightly sleep-deprived, and the terror must have contorted her face into some horror. Regardless, she was hoping that with her explanation, Noss's animosity towards Kemo would disintegrate--if even just a little--so that they could be civil about it all. She could tell, though, that one wrong step could lead to disasterous proportions. Imperceptibly she twitched her tail to the end of Kemo's; a silent sign for him to calm down a little. She was grateful for his intervention, but at the same time, she worried if it had not made it worse? No; she felt a little stronger, if not only because he was there to help her weather her brother's anger.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Kemo Nishant · 01-08-2011, 10:22 PM

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OOC: Weird responding to 3 different posts, and 2 of them are from the same person XD

It was instant dislike, the moment the words had left the the wolf's mouth, now introduced as Noss. He didn't show any change in his face to indicate shock at the information he had so subtly given. So this was Ralla's brother, and the Crescent Moon Pack's next Chieftain. That was all fine and good, but just what exactly was he doing here, and what was the other male's motive for being here as well? The scent of Cour des Miracles faintly traveled through the air and reached his nose at that point and it wasn't hard to draw conclusions. Obviously this male had led Noss to AniWaya's lands, but for what purpose?

"You're not going to bully me out of my home, Noss, you can forget that. You say Older brother as if it's supposed to scare me. Tell me Chieftain, what conclusions have you drawn all ready, despite knowing little to nothing about the situation? I really don't care who you are, I'm not going to let you disrespect Ralla or me like that, on my own den area no less." Before he could say more, however, the other male spoke to Noss, trying to calm him down judging from the words he used. Though he didn't like the male's last comment, he let it slide for now. How close were these two males..and even if they were friends how long had Noss been in Nova Scotia for that to happen? Strange things were afoot here, but Kemo didn't have the luxury to try and figure them out for the moment. Older brother or not, Ralla was currently in danger and he wouldn't have that, whether she was attacked by words or teeth, family or not.

He didn't see so much as hear Noss lean forward, ready as he could be for this wolf to jump on him, but Ralla managed to step in and keep him from moving for the moment. He let her speak, keeping his attention focused almost entirely on the wolf he now hated prolly as much if not more than the other seemed to. As she spoke, he could hear her and feel her shaking, so he closed the distance between them, pressing his side against hers to show her he was there for her and she didn't need to be afraid. Even as she sat he still stood as close as he could to her, her supporting wall for her to lean on.

He hadn't expected her to introduce him like she did. It seemed she was determined to keep this meeting as civil as possible, but all he wanted to do was run this son of a chieftain out of these lands and away from his home. He nodded and growled slightly when he was introduced, throwing away all thoughts that might be in the other's head of him backing down. When provoked, his anger was a force to be reckoned with, even to himself. Right now Noss was breaking one of his innate rules..invading his home without respect. He usually only attacked in self defense or to hunt, but will protect anything he deems necessary to protect, such as food, his den, his territory, and those close to him, which meant Ralla. "Ralla's not going anywhere."

It was then that he received the bump on his tail against hers. He knew what it meant. Bring it down a notch... It wasn't like Noss was making it easy, but he stopped growling at least, though he didn't drop his aggressive stance. Ever the cautious one, he wasn't about to let his guard down so easily. He had no interest in meeting the other male, so he kept quiet and let Ralla speak to him, keeping his attention focused on Noss.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Noss · 01-09-2011, 06:21 PM

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Throws you for a loop, don't it? :3 Makes you question your sanity when you have to switch personalities at the snap of the fingers @.@

Noss could tell from the spunky--or stupid--wolf before him that things were not going to go smoothly. His words made him want to put the other male in his place; hold his throat to the ground until he begged for mercy. They were terrible, blood-thirsty thoughts, and it was only the dominating part of Noss that made them come out. But for the moment, that part was the most prominant... "You will hold your to--" Strel's hand on his shoulder jerked him from the brink of attack, and he set his lips back over his teeth, reluctantly listening to Strel. The last comment held the most promise; ask questions first, bite heads off later. Oh yes; that was a most tempting promise indeed, the longer he looked at the white wolf in front of him. He nodded to Strel, a small thank you for keeping him from tearing the wolf apart right then and there.

The second-to-last straw that would break the camel's back was hearing of Kemo's origins. If he's from our tribe, he should know how to respect his betters, he growled inside, feeling disgraced at the other's lack of subordination. Ex-tribe member or no, the sheer difference in size should have sent him a sign of submission. But then his gaze was drawn to his opposer's eyes, and he realized why he was acting so foolishly; he was blind. Would that mean that Noss would go any easier on him? Chivalry said yes, but his blood said no. And then the stranger continued to speak; stating that Ralla wasn't going anywhere. Noss himself had told Ralla that when they had been back in the Crescent Moon Pack, but had she listened? No. So he took some comfort that it was unlikely that she would adhere to this wolf's words either. Maybe... A small part of him realized that 'no, she wasn't going to leave', just because it was her decision, and Noss didn't have the heart anymore to just drag her back, especially since it would be hypocritical, considering that he had no intention of staying in the Moon Tribe permanantly anymore. With the way he was currently behaving, he could almost imagine how surprised Ralla would be once he told her.

With fur still on end, Noss continued his interrogation--or reverse interrogation, as it was turning out to be--as his sister attempted to keep the fragile peace. "I came because we were worried about you. I got instructions from a Shaman in one of the other packs. But Ralla... How could you...?" The question sounded so weak that Noss wanted to punch himself, but it held. He trusted Strel to introduce himself, and he would not embaress the redheaded male by just declaring his love again in front of the group. He would, however, tell Ralla of his circumstances later. His eyes turned momentarilly back to the stranger--Kemo, as Ralla had introduced him--and couldn't help but think that the name was familiar. He wanted to have a few...choice words, with the other male, about his relation with his sister, since he still only wanted the discussion he truly desired to be between him and Ralla. I swear, if he's so much as touched her, or made her upset... With grim anger flooding his thoughts, everything was beginning to blur in reason; including the obvious event that the two were already touching...

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-10-2011, 12:14 AM

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tralalalalalala I would like Strel to bow out soon, just to speed up your guys' thread xD

Strel could tell that there was anger aplenty in the air right now. He was halfway to bristling up because of it and it was not something he liked to feel. He glanced over Noss's shoulder at Ralla, noting the way she was shaking in fear, not of the other strange white wolf, but of her brother. So the big brother was a scary guy, had he been intimidating as a big brother back in their tribe or was he the overly protective big brother? Whichever, it almost made the redhead smile thinking about it. Small puppy Noss.. that was such a strange thought. The guy was nothing but big, warrior built, not roly-poly puppy. But he was scaring his sister now, that much was certain. Strel wanted to put a hand on the other man's arm to pull him from this, but he had already done what he could, really. He had lowered Noss's anger at the start and he seemed more logical for it now. Regardless, he knew he would either have to calm him down further, or leave before seeing the man assault someone else.

His sister called to him, weak voiced because of the fear for her brother's sudden appearance, and he threw her an apologetic look. "I'm, uh, Strel.. I may have led your brother here..," he said with a hint of regret as he shot a glance at the back of Noss's head, almost biting his lip. He had not wanted to fulfill his end of the deal but he had to. It was his honor at stake and that had been that. Noss could not stay in Cours forever and Strel was in absolutely no position to ever force him to do whatever he did not want to do. He was about to continue, but the other two males interrupted his train of thought before he could so much as grumble out a word. Rolling his eyes, the redhead put up a hand on the warrior's arm in silence, silent support, even if it was unnecessary. Strel was not a fighter and he would not help in a battle. But he was here as a presence and that was that.

Ralla · 01-12-2011, 05:10 PM

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Awws; k <3 Sorry and thanks for playing :3/ Big Grin Also: gag me with my own dramatic posts -.-''

Ralla saw the look cross the new wolf's--Strel's--face as he introduced himself. She shook her head and tried to keep that smile strong, one-hundred percent not blaming the other wolf at all. Noss is just Noss that way... Once his mind is set on something, after all, he won't let go... "That's alright," she said, even though her mind screamed No! No it's not...!... But it wasn't as if Strel knew the real magnitude of the situation...did he...?

Regardless, Kemo and Noss had been a hair's bredth from just attacking each other. She didn't know whether to back away from what might soon be flying fur and claws or stand between them. As it was, she was acting as Kemo's handler as Strel acted as Noss's. In that, she was already thankful to the redheaded wolf; for supposedly looking out for her brother while he might've well enough been a major trouble and for keeping his temper under wraps where she could not. "Noss, I'm tired of answering this; you know why. Nothing more I can say can justify what you want to hear..." She turned to Kemo to make sure he was still alright before returning to the hulking from that was her elder brother. "And I... I..." Oh no... Oh no, no, no, I can not break down now...! Despite that, terrible thoughts were surfacing along with restrained emotion, causing the trembling to return tenfold. She had tried her best not to think too often about her brother or father, but now, with Noss right in front of her and danger an ever-present tension, it was impossible not to. How had she left them? How had she tried to forget? Because I'm a coward.... No matter how much she squinted and bit her tongue, scrambling to recover her mask of calm attitude, she felt the tears well up at the corners of her eyes; frustration, sadness...but most of all it was that feeling of being cornered. 'Why' he asks. 'How' he asks. What am I supposed to answer with!? It was like an impending boulder hanging above her head, pressing further and further down, threatening to fall at any moment and crush her into the ground. What was she supposed to do? A coward she may be, but there was nowhere else to run or hide now.

And above all, Noss would see his opening if she gave in to her tears. She knew he meant no malice, but he was a warrior, and it was a warrior's duty to attack any and all weaknesses displayed by a target. He would relentlessly attack her moment of weakness until she gave into him; and she would. It had only been in the dead of night with a small moment of courage that Ralla had been able to run away. But with Noss here--the voice of command and power--no small moment could face his will. Possibilities and worst-case-scenarios exploded to life in her imagination, creating a commotion and ruckus of terrible things that might or might not happen, overloading her reason and usual clarity.

With a face that held a vestige of a smile and eyes filled with fear--both logical and illogical--tears broke their dam and overflowed her snowy cheeks.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Kemo Nishant · 01-13-2011, 10:39 PM

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OOC:Nice RPing with you Gen And Ralla, you keep this downing post talk up and I'm going to HAVE to gag you and not in a dirty way, dirty minded peoples...I should talk right? XD

Kemo paid no attention to the stranger that was nevertheless introduced as Strel. He had a weird feeling about the male and his connection to Noss, based on the way he was acting and Ralla's surprise at her brother's actions. He assumed Noss was the type to rip someone to shreds because someone told him that wolf made fun of his mother, without finding out if the wolf was lying or not. So what kind of power did this wolf have over Noss to make him change his very instincts and actions?

That wasn't a priority in Kemo's mind at the moment, focusing his entire attention on the source of Ralla's fear and discomfort. It seemed that Noss was only focused on making sure his rank was assured, along with his ego, but Kemo wouldn't have cared if the King if the world himself showed up on his territory, he wouldn't have this disrespect given to Ralla or himself. Noss's rank didn't mean anything here. If anything they were equals since he was the son of the Blood Moon Pack's alpha, so the respect issues would have been meaningless anyways.

He released a low growl in anger as he heard Ralla's words begin to falter, could hear her heart beating like crazy with a combination of adrenaline and he could guess fear. What was Noss's motive? Did he plan on making her so afraid that she had no choice but to return with him? Did he not see the effect he was having on her? Then Kemo heard the tiny distinctive drip of something wet hitting the ground, turning to face Ralla and try to figure out what that was. He sniffed gently around her before his nose picked up the scent of something salty and full of fear.

She was crying...Tears were falling down from her eyes as he sat there. That was it...that was the final straw that marked it. He couldn't just sit back and try to avoid a fight, if only for Ralla's sake, when the wolf who he was trying to keep from pouncing on was causing her to be so afraid, to cry. He snarled at Noss, licked Ralla's tears, then stared at the wolf with anger burning in his eyes. "Do you not see what you're doing to her? Do you not see what's happening to her? You call yourself her brother, but yet all I've seen so far is you're treating her like one of your second class citizens. Like you're her alpha and she's your subject, rather than the caring older brother you should be. You should be looking out for what she wants, not what you want." He nuzzled Ralla in an effort to calm her down.

"Ralla, it's ok. Don't cry." He then whispered so quietly that only Ralla could hear him. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm here to support you and I'm with you no matter what happens." He looked at Noss, raising his voice purposely for him to hear. "I'm not going to let him take you away."

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-16-2011, 07:56 PM

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well he'll leave when they start duking it out, I'm not gone yet bro's xD ALSO SORRY I JUST REALIZED I SKIPPED YOUR TURN FML

Strel narrowed his eyes as the woman started to explain to Noss her reasons, which he knew and she would not share out loud. He was curious, wondering what had taken her from her tribe and then to send her brother after her to bring her home as though she were a delinquent child caught vandalizing. She was still afraid of her brother, that much was certain, but if the redhead's own family and blood were this big and they came after him in a huff, demanding why he had left home, he would not have been afraid of them. He was never afraid of his siblings or his parents, or even really the leadership of his home pack. He had defied them time and time again, but of course, he had left to keep his own skin intact as well as find the freedom. They would have surely killed him if they knew how strange he really was, deep down inside and on the shallow surface.

Ralla started crying, tears fell down her face and Strel took a step closer to Noss, keeping a hand gently on his arm. He squeezed it as the man in his quadrupedal form started speaking to the woman, trying to calm her. He seemed angry, but so did Noss beneath his finger tips. "Calm..," he muttered, knowing he was a big hypocrite of his own advice; he rarely took it himself but here he was, preaching. But here, there could be a fight if the tension snapped. And it would hurt just as badly as if steel cable broke under pressure. "Calm..," he added again, trying to be soothing, his voice low so that only Noss could hear him. Yet Kemo's words made the redhead frown, and then glare. And then he did not obey his own advice. "How do you know?" exclaimed the tailor, pose not at all threatening since he was not about to start a fight. "Do you know what he wants? Do you know fully well what she wants? This isn't for you to decide or be a part of. It isn't for me to be, either! Just let them face each other alone rather than sticking your nose where you know nothing!" He heard where the man was from, but that was detrimental. Strel didn't know as much, but he was just trying to get the two siblings away from this other guy, who was influencing Noss in the wrong way.

Noss · 01-18-2011, 09:20 PM

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It's alright -w- Next post is Strel, to keep in the cycle, and then Ralla, Kemo, etc.

Oh no, was the similar thought that entered his mind as Ralla began to cry. But Noss--being Noss--totally misdirected the cause to the stranger that was pushing his boundaries further and further. Every time Strel held him back his anger dissipated a little, but suddenly the redhead's own anger broke through, spurring Noss's bravado on. "Like it or not, pup, I am both her brother and alpha. As I've said, you have no place here." But he was ignored by that ignorant white wolf, and he felt as if he wanted to pounce on the instigator right then and there. But he wasn't quite there yet. How dare he treat Noss like the annoyance? As Strel had said, this was a family matter. Sure, Noss had dragged Strel along (one part for support, the other to even find the place) but Noss also trusted Strel not to interfere (in a bad way) with their issues. This pup, Kemo...he obviously didn't know his place. When Kemo openly nuzzled and began to whisper in Ralla's ear...

Now he was there.

With irises narrowed to slits, Noss let out a growling snarl--lips upturned from his teeth, muzzle wrinkled in a fearsome mask--and jumped to tackle Kemo full-on. He would teach Kemo his place and not to mess with him or Ralla. But the rage was becoming so great that the only real thoughts going on in his mind were 'rip, tear, bite, bleed'. He wanted to hurt this wolf who acted so familiar with Ralla dn had dared defy him. The laws and consequences of disobediance was so deeply engraved in his blood that when he was angry it was all he could see. And for now, the white wolf would be dyed crimson.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-22-2011, 07:05 PM

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sorry for delay! Finals! D:

Strel should not have lost his temper, but he did. This was not his place to be nor his fight to get into. As he felt the man under his hand tense and anger spew from his lips, the redhead tightened his grip on him, hoping to discourage him from getting violent. Strel hated violence, since he was just so awful at combat beyond the basic lupine combat, which was more or less instinctual. Other than that, he was a wimp and a pushover. The best he could ever do was make gloves with hidden knives or needles, if he even could figure out how to either a) launch them from hidden compartments, or b) get them to slide out and become hand held weapons. But in the end, the redhead was no warrior and he did not need something so silly. Besides, gloves were leather and that was more Niro's thing than his.

"Noss don' lo-" he started, as the man broke free from his grip to assault the white wolf. He had tried to tell the man not to lose it, to stay focused, to let words decide rather than his claws and fangs. Clearly that got nowhere, and now it was more or less a war zone. Strel stepped back, knowing he could do very little to stop the two from fighting. Noss had a blood rage, or so it seemed, from the way he was in a frenzy. Like hell was the redhead going to fight that, not when the other man could just as easily turn to him. Strel would have been a much easier target to eliminate than the white wolf.

Raising his lavender eyes from the fight to the wolfess who was kind of responsible for this fight - thought granted, it was mostly the two thick-headed idiots' faults. He waved her over, hoping she would not do something as silly as try to interfere or stop them. She would just get herself hurt; they would probably fling her to the side and he knew that out of all them, she was the one who would suffer the most. Emotionally at least. Physically.. it was up in the air. Strel knew that Noss was a warrior born and bred, but that did not mean that Kemo was a push over.

Ralla · 01-27-2011, 10:15 PM

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*sucks in a dramatic breath and pauses* Super-late >.>

The moment she had started to cry she knew it would end badly. The moment Kemo bared his fangs and tried to show her affection she knew what Noss would do. But it was fruitless to stop him. Even as she saw her brother's eyes turn deadly and his posture shift to jump at Kemo, she could only let out a choked "No--!", maybe a 'no' and maybe a cut-off of 'Noss', before Kemo was swept from her side in a tackle of muscle and grey. She was momentarilly rooted to the spot from the shock of the attack, but her base instincts urged her to move from the scene--away from the fangs and possibility of injury--even though she wasn't worried for her own safety. In fear for what might happen, she attempted to interfere, skirting around the edge of the horror. "Stop it, you two! Stop--!" She was cut off again as the mass of anger and fur came her way, making her bound to the side. She saw Strel's hand wave her over, and in two quick, shaky jumps she was there, turning in fierce worry to watch the brawl unfold. This is my fault... All mine... Noss wouldn't be there if she wasn't. Kemo wouldn't be getting hurt if she had been more clear, maybe stepped away to consol Noss from the suspicion of what they had not done. And all the worry and pain and anger; it all originated from her selfishness to leave the Crescent Moon Pack. Never in her life had Ralla truly been selfish; she had always been agreeable, always had gone along with what the Elders and Noss and her father said, always obediant. And look where one act of selfishness had gotten her and others.

She wanted so badly to jump in and try again; to end this pointless feud. But what good was she? She knew Noss's true strength and Kemo's uncanny but unquestionable cunning and power; she would be powerless against the both of them--much less one--alone. Now, had she been truly angry and pumping full of adrenaline, then perhaps she would prove a fair fight. But as it was, she was just angry with herself and Noss, but not so angry as to ignore the fact that Noss could snap someone with her build like a twig. She looked up to the lavender-eyed wolf with the breath coming shallowly through her open mouth, her chest heaving with labored breath. In such a short time, her breath and heart has escalated to such heights. With shame and hatred, she still cried. "I-I'm sorry," she said, her attention swiftly going back to the fight. She felt even more terrible for dragging Strel into this; he didn't deserve all this drama. But she didn't know what else to say to him. She was grateful that he had attempted and succeeded in keeping Noss in control for the time he did, but she didn't know how to say it without sounding ignorant of the current situation or stupid. But then again...she had to kinda blame her brother, too. He was always 'too much' of something, although that something never seemed to be the 'right' something. And now, here they were, with too much of Noss's pride, arrogance, protectiveness, etc., etc., etc.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Kemo Nishant · 01-31-2011, 04:07 AM

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OOC: Ha, you think you're late with your posts? XD I hope I did this right >.>

Kemo snarled at the other male, angry at the words he had spoken. Up until this point he had chosen to just act as if he wasn't there, but now he had made a mistake. "I believe this is something for me to be a part of, since this is my friend we are talking about. Why are you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, are you a member of the family? Is this your home? Are you my Alpha? I was under the impression you just led Noss here, so what gives you the right?" His focus then returned to Ralla, though it was only for a short time.

Everything slowed down almost to a crawl as his overly sensitive ears picked up the savage growl and the beast's form as he cut through the air, his ears so sensitive he was able to hear the air currents spreading around him. From the sound of it, he was quite larger than an average sized wolf, but Kemo was not afraid. With a gentle push against Ralla to get her out of harm's way before he was launched backward by the massive wolf. Instantly his mind and body went into survival mode, adrenaline pumped into his veins, and everything around him was blocked out as he focused his attention on the attacker.

All that could be heard were snarls and growls, but even then those were blocked out by Kemo's selective adrenaline fueled hearing. He used this to his advantage, using the position of Noss's snarls and his rapidly beating heart to locate his hind leg, trying to fake going for the arm but instead lunging straight for Noss's hind leg to take a bite. He wasn't going to try and kill the wolf, knowing it would break Ralla's heart if he did so, so he would do whatever he could to injure him. Noss had attacked him out of nowhere, so he hadn't had a change to shift into his Optime form, which might have given him more of an even playing field, but he wasn't complaining. He was in his element, having never really fought anybody in his Optime form before, though he wasn't exactly an overly trained warrior.

Nevertheless, at the moment, he was not about to back down to any foe, let alone the pissed off older brother of Ralla. His size was intimidating, yes, but even the biggest baddest giants could be defeated with the right means.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

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