She followed him like always. Krystalle Horzana, the mohawked woman whom he had put into a bout of depression because of his words of how he was incapable of things that she wanted from him. This being affection. It was hard for Mars to show affection, but he was not incapable of it. He could show affection, he just put a lot of trust behind his affection, and not even Krystalle had gotten his full trust to where he could do whatever with her. Eventually he'd realize that she was the only one that was consistently there for him, and that she loved him with all of her heart. Even though she had told him this, he did not believe her wholly, because he always doubted words of love in the beginning. Truth was, Mars, would this woman sacrifice her life in California for you if she didn't love you? More than likely not. Bartholomew knew that the love was true, but Mars denied it. One of these days, hopefully he'd become less emotionally stupid, or emotionally selfish. The woman had wrapped her arm around his, and then whispered words into his ear, telling him that maybe they shouldn't have shown up. He had a feeling that they should have stayed home, but they were already here so they were shit out of luck. It'll be okay. he whispered back, reassuring her that all would be fine.
They waited for awhile, more and more people pouring in, and two faces that Mars knew fairly well had shown themselves. Last time he remembered seeing Addison though, she was in Phoenix Valley, and she had given him a sheep that he still owned to this day. He was pretty surprised to see the pretty little lady there, much less did he expect the woman to be on Ouija's arm like she was. It looked like Mars and Krystalle were a couple, and it also looked like Addi and Ouija were too. Mars wondered if their relationship was the same as Krystalle's and Mars', but then again, there was no relationship that could mimic the relationship between Krys and Mars. Ouija asked what was going on. Mars turned his head to his painted friend, a sharp steel eye looking at the other man from behind those dark sunglasses. Some bastard has been killing puppies recently. Mars whispered to the man before his attention moved to Addison. It's been awhile Addison, nice to see that you are doing well.. Axel is doing great too. the man commented before his attention had switched again as Shawchert began to speak. Mars was silent for the duration, his expression not changing, nor did his body shift or show any dis-concern. Not up until where Shaw has said that he knew the scent of the murderer.
Mars thought about how much of an idiot he thought Shaw was at that moment in time. If he had the scent of the bastard, what the hell was stopping him from going up to the murderer and exiling him from the pack, or better yet, taking the murderer's life? Mars pulled his lips back to show his sharp fangs, and his eyes looked at his leader through his sunglasses. If his eyes weren't hidden, there would have been a fierce look that overcame the steel eyes of the Russo man. Then what the FUCK are you waiting for? A fucking invitation? If you know the scent, then you know who it is, and YOU are letting them RUN LOOSE IN D'ARTE STILL? Mars' voice raised at the end of his sentence, showing that he was getting angry. It was enough to make his hackles raise. Mars had never gotten like this in front of anyone besides Krystalle and that was once before now. Mars stayed within the grip of the woman, only because if he didn't then he might have the audacity to actually strike out at his Alpha if she hadn't been holding his arm.
You are letting lives be lost by not doing anything, by letting this bastard remain here.. If YOU are too weak to do it yourself, then YOU should get someone ELSE to do it! He noted that his leader was injured from whatever battle he had been fighting, but Mars did have a feeling that these wounds were not from this murderer. If you cared about us Shawchert, you wouldn't let this murderer stay this long. The moment he killed your son was the moment that YOU should have done something! You waste every moment with the words that you speak to keep us calm. Instead you should be DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT. the man let the snarl rip through his throat and towards the incapable leaders of D'Arte. They wouldn't let something like this happen more than once if they were good leaders. That was the way that Mars saw it. For Shaw to come to them and say that they should check on each other once in awhile was not enough of a solution for Mars, and Mars was going to let this be known. If you cared about us, you would not lie with your eyes. You would have sent someone to look for Orin. You would have done something by now, instead of running your mouth on how you're going to do something. Maybe he spoke out of line, but Mars was not going to be a quiet man when it came to the protection of his well being and his friends. He wanted Krystalle, Orin, Addison, and Ouija to all live where they were not in fear of living because of the possibility of death by murder. They were his only friends, and for them to live in fear was something that Mars did not want. Why should they have to deal with Mars and his issues and then also have to live in fear to go outside and play freely without the worry that there is a predator in the bushes, waiting for their guard to be let down, and then to attack when they can. It was blasphemy and Mars was not going to allow it. Not when he finally had friends to have to protect.
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