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ooc: I had permission o pp Orin for this post. I give orin permission to pp mars and vox in her next post if need be, and i would like orin to post before skye does. Thanks <3 wc: 565
Character Birthdate: 12/26/2007Species: Russian wolf and alaskan husky mix
Gender: Male
Preferred Ark Rank: Musician
A Secondary Form of Contact: PM, AIM - jacobymayownyou
Currently Played Characters: Daisuke, Cotl
Mars had never thought that he would abandon the Court for an Art pack and a girl. Orin had successfully gotten the Serf of the Court to switch to somewhere where he was welcome. Well....He was supposedly welcome there, as an artist, but as far as being in the pack, the two would have to figure this one out by going to the packlands and to ask for the wolfdog's acceptance into the pack. Before he and she had left the Court packlands, they were sure to pick up Mars' guitar and to pack a few bags of Mars' fabrics and other clothing that he had been either working on, or had finished. Mars figured that he had a dress for a reason, so he would offer it to the alpha, if he could (he'd heard that one of the alpha's was a female, so he knew that he'd be able to get rid of it.) meaning if it was her size or not. Mars had used an old manikin to model it as he worked on it, and he had made sure to leave extra fabric there for whoever would be fitting into such a dress. The woman held his guitar on her back since the two would be riding on Vox's back, and they were off through the night and to where Orin now called home. Mars could only hope that he was as welcome as Orin was. He couldn't help but hold a fear of rejection in his heart, but then he thought about how he could just go back to the Court if he was rejected.
Mars' breathing was rather rugged as the two would spend hours riding to the CDA packlands that happened to be pretty far, but not too far away from the Court, and once they were there, Mars could feel the atmosphere almost change. It seemed more carefree. Mars cleared his throat and Vox would slow to a trot. Mars looked back at the woman, who's arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. This is it, hm? the man asked, tilting an ear back at the woman before he had looked back at the borders. Anxiousness had welled up in his chest as Vox had finally crossed over the borders and Mars gave the surroundings a good look over with his steel eyes. He thought briefly of what Anatoliy would say, if anything at all. Mars couldn't think of anything. He then thought about his stupid cousin, Kiev Russo. He'd been gone a long time, and Mars almost felt like he should proclaim the child as dead, but then again, he might have found someone else to take care of his stupid ass. Mars figured that the boy would find Mars if he needed him. He hoped at least...
Mars was sucked back into the current world when Vox had abruptly stopped for some reason. The steel-eyed man had looked in front of the steed, but saw nothing that had stopped the stallion. Vox then bent his head over and nibbled on some grass that pathetically poked through the snow. Mars rolled his eyes and looked down at the buckskin steed and then nudged the beast with his heel. Vox nickered lightly and continued to move on. Where do you live? Mars asked the woman, looking back at her as much as he could without turning around completely.