Blood On The Walls

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-02-2011, 01:26 PM

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OOC: lalalala this is forward dated to when Mars is accepted into Cda. SSWM wc:605

It'd been only a few days that he had been in the new pack, and he had found himself quite at home here, with the rest of these artists. Early this morning, he had gone back to the Court packlands and he began to load his stuff up into Vox's back and then to ride it back to the new house that he had taken to in Thornbury. He had gotten all of his fabrics together first, as well as the basic essentials that he would need tonight in the packlands, just in case he didn't make it back to CdM and then back to CdA before Bartholomew decided to be a bitch and come out to play. Mars could only figure that Orin had not met Bart, simply because she still found Mars to be amusing, a friend who was sane. Nobody knew the half of what was up with this kids' head. Mars was a nutcase and that wasn't the end of it at all. So the nutcase had his little packs of stuff and he lead his stallion with his hands on the reigns, and he also lead his little black sheep along with him and Vox. The sheep had gone along with Mars simply because Mars was the one who it was given to, and he wanted the pelt of the sheep when it was full and not winter so he could make some clothes from the wool.

He'd yet to meet anyone else of the pack yet, nor had he had too much time to wander around the packlands before he claimed the store next to Orin's book shop. He felt like he'd be more comfortable in this place because he was next door from someone he felt at least somewhat comfortable with. Plus, the two had plans for their play, so they needed to be easily accessible to each other. Mars had gotten back within the CdA pack lands around noon or so where he would lead Vox back towards where he thought Thornbury was. Mars happened to have entered the packlands a little bit too north and ended up heading towards the hunting lodge. Stupid Mars. Maybe you should have paid more attention. He didn't realize that he was going to the wrong place until he had seen a building off in a distance, old but still standing. Vox nickered softly and his ewe grunted as Mars pulled at the ropes for both of them to lead them through the snow and to that building.

The wolf-dog man had walked on and on with his livestock, still trying to find his way to where he needed to be. The winter breeze made the wolf-dog shiver lightly, him dreading that his coat was still thin in some parts. The leather jacket and his pants did give him some more warmth, but his nose and face was cold. Mars hurried to the lodge and once he had gotten up to the door, he tied his livestock to a pillar to the lodge and he went up to the door and creaked it open. As soon as he did open the door, the stench of death and meat emerged from the lodge. Mars licked his lips hungrily, simply because it smelt so damn delicious. He looked into the door, steel eyes peering around the place until they stopped on a being, ivory pelted but covered in blood, dirt, poorly taken care of pelt. Mars was much cleaner than this man. This was obvious since Mars' white fur was actually white. Mismatched black ear fell back on Mars' head. Uhm...Hello? the American asked.

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