OOC:
Mars was normally dressed, being naked was not a sin, no, but he was rather comfortable with himself when he was in clothes simply because he had scars that he never liked to really have to explain. The heart and the carving of his own name in his skin were the two he was most worried about, so he kept clothes on to hide them. When he was in secui form, or in lupus form, he couldn't move efficiently in clothes so he simply did not wear them, at the cost of having to be exposed to whoever came along and looked at his back and wondered in their head why there would be a heart of all things carved into his skin. After all, Sky had been curious enough to even ask about that heart there. There was no love in carving that into his flesh, his mother only wanted him to think that pain was love. Pain was not love. Love was kind. Mars knew this.
The voice was enough to tell Mars that this was a male, and the stench of male came off of him. Mismatched ears sat high on the wolfdogs' head, as did his tail stand high on his back. He came off as proud, but he was raised like this, and he more than likely would become submissive quickly. He had been trained to be proud, but submissive, simply because his mother never wanted him to look as pathetic as he was. She was obsessed with appearances, and Mars was the object of what she obsessed over, this is what she had made of a man. Then she let him walk the world without a purpose other than to exist. We'll see how well that works out in the end of it all. Mars had stopped walking towards the man when he was about ten feet away from the other, Mars being a cautious man, especially when the other man had weight and height on his side in his Optime form. Mars would also have a hard time getting away if he tried to run simply because of the sled. Mars gave himself room so that he wouldn't have to worry as hard.
You smell different...Where are you from? the man asked, cocking his head lightly to the solid male that was close enough to the wolfdog. Mars flicked his tail over his back lightly and looked at the other with his icy steel eyes. My name is Mars. Who are you? Mars asked, tossing his large cranium at the man, curiosity getting the better of the wolfdog. He found it interesting that he met wolves out in Halifax at night like this. Just standing here in the darkness, or riding their horses at night like he. Who were they all, and why did he keep on meeting them here? Were these dark wolves a sign or was Mars just crazy? Mars was definitely just crazy, just to let you know. He just forgot that he was insane sometimes. After all, he never really knew about being normal.
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| mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality: Mars Russo |