ooc: lalalalala
The male rushed through the water after her, practically jumping through it rather than really plowing through the warm water now. He was trying to get as close to her as he possibly could. It did however, wash all the grit and dirt, and ash from his pelt, the only temporary solution that Hurricane had for the problem of dying his fur (that was not his) black to appear as he thought he appeared. The rolling in ash and dirt thing was also a very natural thing for him to do, he didn't think about how dirty he got and therefore, making his fur turn black. It was a weird way of how he marked things, or something like that, it obviously wasn't perfect, nor did it really have much of an affect other than to wash Mars' fur of the scent of Crimson Dreams, and to make the male smell like ash and burnt wood and dirt. He just smelt dirty really, not much like any pack.
Water splashed up and got to where it was washing the dirt from his scars, one of the biggest ones being the one on his stomach that had the name "MARS" etched into it. His tattoos were uncovered as well, the white of the symbol for Mars and it's two moons Phobos and Deimos on his cheek, and a black symbol on his chest of the planet of love, and beauty, Venus, this being a simple circle with two stems off of opposite sides of it, and then a smaller line that points to the left for the top stem and on the bottom it points to the right. There were others uncovered as well, such as the one over his right eye, the symbol for the Earth itself and the one on his right wrist, the symbol for Mercury, this being two m's intertwined, the simple planet of communication. Even his dark hair was turning light because of the water. Every scar and scratch from his last battle were uncovered, and some still red, and just scabbed over. Most were old though, the ones on his shoulders and his wrists were very old. Even his blue eyebrow ring had been washed of the grime that once covered it. He was completely revealed, though he still smelt of a loner now, since the mud had been there for some time before washed out.
He rushed to her though, and when she hit the side of the hot spring, she snarled at him, and he continued to struggle through the water, determined to get to her before she was able to get to the pile of clothing which he assumed that she must have had weapons in because she seemed to be trying to go for the clothing. Struggling will only make it worse! warned the male, a nasty warning that normally got people to stop in their tracks, but who knew if that was the case, either way, the male did not stop moving. He still moved through the water after her, and he still was determined to get to her before she got to her weapons.
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