Mars had gone out for a ride tonight, Vox being slightly more antsy than normal and wanting to go out for a ride. Mars simply had no choice in the matter, and he actually didn't mind riding at night. It was as fun as riding in the morning, possibly even better because the night was his friend. The American had been mounted on his steed's back early in the night, the dusk long gone by now and the night was officially on. The moon was low in the night, seeing as how it had just awoke from 12 hour nap to become the light for the night, where the monsters played. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark.. the words of the other would echo through the head of the American, which would make the man sneer and give a small growl at the thought of the other. Bartholomew did not solidify and show up though, even though he had thought something to Mars. Instead, Bartholomew hid in the shadows. Funny thing was that Mars was not afraid of the dark. Bartholomew was probably just making an analogy for the other to figure out. Mars would try not to let it bother him as he rode in the night, the silence being broken by none other than the stallion's hooves clopping against the broken pavement of the dead streets of Lunenberg.
The sound was soothing to the man though, finding comfort in knowing that he was the only one around at the moment, or at least the only one who was not hiding their presence in the shadows. This simple fact made the man on high alert anyways. His mismatched ears would move back and forth as he had stand upon his steed, as well as the fact that his nose would also be sniffing busily at the air to find any scents. Sooner or later he would find one on the air, and he would become extremely confused for a moment. He'd pull on Vox's mane to get the horse to hold up and stop for a moment as he sat there and thought about the smell he was smelling. He knew that he hadn't seen the owner of he smell in a long time, but he never really noticed that she was gone from the packlands, her scent stale and washed away by now. He knew the smell of the pink haired woman though, for her scent was one of great potency, plus, it was one Mars knew, so he obviously knew it. Mars tapped the side of the steed with his heels and Vox would then continue the pace they had been going before, and he had moved in the same direction.
It wouldn't be too long, only about a minute or two before the white and pink form of the woman would show up in front of Vox and Mars. Mars cocked his head to the woman immediately. Your smell is different. Are you not of the Court anymore? the man would ask the woman, curiosity thick in his American accented voice. It's been awhile... that was true, thanks for pointing it out, Captain Obvious.
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