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[Mars Bartholomew Russo]

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Mars looked away from the woman, and rather away from the man as well. His eyes were down on his feet for some time. He had sighed lightly before his eyes were turned back up towards the two,eyes still shaded from the world by the glasses that hugged his face. Krystalle would speak to the man and then Paz would start to fidget and squirm in her arms. She shot a look to Mars that made his ear fall flat on his head and he had come close and took the girl from the ground so that she would hush. Shhh, Pazzy. he told the little girl, she fidgeted more, and he sighed lightly at the little girl. Mars wasn't very great with kids, and him taking control of them while she conversed with this other male. When the man had mentioned the pack to the north, their home before Dahlia, Mars lifted his lip. D'Arte could not protect their borders from murderers. he spoke, his voice dark, and low. They could not keep us protected. and Shawchert left. We couldn't stay. the man spoke to the other, even though he was not particularly being talked to.

Mars fought with himself to tell the other man more, and he looked down at his pants for a moment. He reached his hands to the corner of his glasses and he lifted them so that Mars could see the male. He looked at the other with his icy blue eyes and he opened his mouth to speak. My name is Mars Russo, and these are my children, Paz and Amon Russo. Mars introduced the three, finding it unnecessary to introduce Krystalle since he knew whom she was. And we would like to find a home here, in Crimson Dreams.. the man commented, and nodded his head.