What I wanted stays the same
Character Name: Mars Bartholomew Russo/Cubbins
Character Birthdate (including year): December 26, 2007
Luperci?: Yes
Species: 52% canis familiaris, 48% canis lupus communis
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact: Ya'll already have this.
Currently played characters: Cotl Ulrich, Daisuke Ghanjai
How you found 'Souls: idk, refer to daisuke's joining.
Initial Post:
He had been going for days is seemed. Bart hadn't been taking over, and Mars had been sitting there, on the back of the stolen horse by the name of Vox. He sort of wondered what his mother thought right now. He wondered if she cursed him for being an asshole and stealing her only stallion away from her to travel to find his father who had nothing to do with the way he was raised, or anything to do with him anyways. Mars didn't even know if his father knew that he even existed or not. Did he care? Slightly. I mean, he didn't care to where it would effect the way he acted if his father didn't know who the hell he was or not, but he did care because if he did know, then there would be the whole part of "Why wouldn't you stay around and be with me when I was born?" issue. He almost hoped that it was the first option because the whole having to ask that question situation was not something he wanted to deal with, nor did he want to seem like he was needy or something (even though he was, considering he had come this far to find his father whom he only knew was named Rurik, and he had blue eyes like Mars himself had)
The white guitar had been on his own back, while the steed carried the two bags of items that was tied around to make a sort of saddle bag type contraption around the horse's belly. Mars was smart when dealing with problems such as the ones he had when he was moving on and on, and he seemed to take care of said problems rather quickly as they came up. Somehow, he had lost that one fool that had been following him that told him where Rurik Russo was supposed to be. What was that stupid kids' name? Kiev? That's right. Kiev Russo. He wasn't a brother, but he was a cousin he thought that he remembered the kid saying something like that. Mars had sent the child (he called him a child because the male acted and thought like one. Mars figured that there might have been some inbreeding in the family and he was the result, giving him an interesting look- a beautiful pelt; but the brains of an idiot.) ahead, saying that he'd follow the kid's scent to the right place when he got there, but it had been some while since he had smelt the beast, and wondered where the kid had headed off to. It was obvious that Mars was heading in the right direction because of the fact that Mars had been following a map to Nova Scotia. He had found the map on the way and kept it to himself for the majority of the trip (only glancing at it when he was alone) because he didn't want the idiot child to fuck up his map. To both himself and Bart, it was the only way to go.
Just then, the stupid bastard showed up. Bart materialized beside the stallion, hand on the neck of the beast that Mars was mounted upon. Mars looked down at the bastard and narrowed his eyes. What the fuck do you want? the beast asked himself. You're the one who wanted some company, and I'm the only one around, you know. Bart quickly replied, not bothering with getting angry with Mars for speaking to him the way that he did. Bart knew that Mars was just always more than likely cranky about something, so when Mars was rude, Bart seemed to not give a rat's ass. The materialized male had still, walked alongside the buckskinned horse. Steel blue eyes stared hard into the eyes of the other male who really, in all reality was not there. Just because I want company doesn't mean I want your company, Bartholomew Cubbins. the male spoke, using the two names of his own that he didn't use to address the male. It was true, Bartholomew didn't use the Russo last name. Mars did. Bart used the Cubbins last name because the Cubbins woman had liked Bart in the end of it all. The only reason Bart and Mars were in the situation they were in now was because Mars decided to flip the fucking lid, steal his mom's steed and then run as far as he could before Bartholomew was able to take back over and return to their old home just outside of LA. You can't be picky with company. You get what you get man. Bart spoke, shrugging his shoulders as he pet the side of the horse's neck.
The two came upon some borders. There was a huge building off in a distance. He wondered if this was the right place. What was it called? Cour Des Miracles. That's right. That's where his father was supposed to be. The wolven had pulled the reigns and halted the beast to a stop before he looked down at Bart again. Soon, I won't have to deal with your company. These are borders here. Hopefully this is the right place. the male spoke to the other as he rose his head to the air, and let his voice ring out across the lands. Hopefully someone would come soon so Mars didn't have to deal with Bart anymore.
Mars speaks Bart Speaks