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She wanted to bury the child. Mars cocked his head and then nodded, finding it useless to try and argue with the woman, for Krystalle had always been very strong willed, and for some reason, right now, the male feared her, instinctively. He had put his rump on the ground, and his ears were held back on his head as he looked at the children that were theirs now. He wondered what they would look like when they were older, if they would still keep this coloring that they had now. He wondered if his pelt ever did change when he was little. He looked up at Krystalle when she had spoken to him, telling him that Paz was a name she wanted. The little girl would be Paz, since it had been a female name. Mars nodded his head. Paz is a darling name for our little girl.. the man spoke softly, his finger reaching out to touch the little Paz, and her whining like little puppies did when they were touched. The sound made him jump slightly and want to move away, but he realized that he had not hurt her and he then looked to that massive little boy of his. He looked so similar to Mars, it would be impossible to deny that he was a Russo.

Amon.. the man let the word fall from his tongue, it seemingly coming from nowhere since he had no relatives of the name, and he couldn't think of if he had read it in a book or where it had come from. He had read a book though, about a snake-footed wolf demon that the humans had called "Marquis Amon". Mars didn't remember it, but he did like the name. He looked into Krystalle's pink eyes. Can that be his name? Amon Russo? and then Paz Russo...Or they can have your name too... the man spoke, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at her. Whichever you please.. he spoke, nodding his head lightly to her.





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