It was hard for Mars not to care about the woman, and he had come as fast as he would have come for any of his friends whom he heard over the course of a distance, screaming out, and then howling for him. If it had been Amon or Paz, then it definitely would have been faster. Orin was quick to close the gap between her and him and his steed, it made his eyes watch her the whole way that she made over. It was a quick movement that also blew her hood off of her head, reveiling her bright pink and yellow dyed hair. He cocked an ear at her, wondering when she decided to become "Orin Takekuro: The girl with the bright pink dreads" again. This time it was still different though. Now it was "Orin Takekuro: the woman with the pink and yellow hair". Either way it was exotic and different though. He liked it, but her urgency had caused him to not comment on it just yet. Vox nickered lightly and shifted his weight on his legs as he stood there. Mars gave the beast a pet on the neck, Mars understood the steed's concern, he was getting colder and Vox didn't want to be out here.
That brought up his next concern. He could not bring Orin back to his home in Piccolo, because then...He was not confident that Krystalle would be all kind to the woman. He actually had no doubt in his mind that the woman, a once happy girl- turned into angry spanish wife, would be welcoming to the distressed girl at all. Mars pulled his ears toward her when she had spoken though, her mind seeming only half there as she had spoken to him, but she got enough words out to tell him what had happened to where he could understand her frantic-state. Nothing showed on his face, for the male was not surprised that there was another murder, she didn't even need to tell him the word, it was obvious that it was murder that happened. It always was that in the Artists pack. Mars could not understand why the pack was cursed to harbor murderers along the masses. He actually scoffed and shook his head. So there was a reason that I left there. Again. I was right. he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. I'm surprised you ran to me before you ran to your.... he started to speak, trying to find the right word for her relationship with that retard, Shawchert. Uh...your....fiance. spoke the male, his shoulder hairs standing up at the thought of her marrying Shawchert. He said no more about that though, for he was tired of going up to the same hole and trying to help the woman out of it. She had already rejected his help before, now she was actively seeking it, in a different way now, and Mars was unsure on if he wanted to help her anymore.
The tri-colored male snorted again and looked away from those bright golden eyes of the woman. He sighed then, and he glanced around to see if there were any other curious Dreamers lingering around, and when he saw none, he looked back at the woman. "Get on your horse. We'll converse about this where it is more appropriate." he spoke, thinking of the Village of Piccolo and of a specific place where he had been housing his steed and his sheep where they could keep the horse and the cart and then speak privately. Krystalle would only go there when she was getting Senorita and it was a good walk from the house so it was not really all that great of a hiding place, but Mars did not suspect that Krystalle would be coming to get Senorita at any point in time today so he figured that would work. He guessed. If it had been a time where Krystalle was out on an adventure with one of the children, or both, then Mars would not have worried about it, but since it wasn't then he wasn't going to even chance having the two women get in a fight.
He turned his steed to face south, and he sucked in a deep breath. He didn't change though, he couldn't. He needed to be around, not Bartholomew, and definitely not Hurricane. Hurricane would fuck everything up now.
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