OOC: hope you don't mind. +3 I also figure this is forward dated to like july 6th? since it would take some time for Saluce to get over the mountain and back to the wolfville and the other thread where he was leaving was just posted today as well...
Mars had to go back to his once home in Berwick because he had left something rather important to him there. He needed to grab the important object before he could continue living down in Piccolo Village with his family. He was happy there, at least as happy as he could be. He wasn't unhappy there, but he had not been there long enough to judge his happiness without his eyes just being closed to the world that was Crimson Dreams. Once he got to see whom the leaders were and how they acted, then he could decide if he was truly happy there. He'd already mistaken two leaders to be worthy to lead him, and he did not want to make Anu and Savina the third pair that he hated because of their incompetence. He rode his horse hard today, trying to get to the old packlands and back to CD as fast as he could. He already knew he was going to be gone for at least three days, and he didn't want to spend that much time away from his home. He felt guilty if he was gone for too long.
The male had quickly been in and out of Berwick, and he went to Wolfville just for the hell of it. When he had caught a scent of someone whom was still there, he was confused. He and Krystalle had been the last ones to leave DDM lands, Mars was sure of that. To smell someone who'd come back was weird to him. He bent his ears back and he continued to follow the scent that was the only one that was not stale on the land by now. Soon the scent of another, of Anathema would also enter his nose. He cocked his head and wondered what was going on. He hurried Vox along, the sound of galloping echoing through the desolate Wolfville. It'd take some time for him to make it to the house where there was a white wolf and then there was the old DDM member whom had called himself and Krystalle trash before Mars had taken his leave. Icy eyes narrowed at the male from behind his sunglasses. Who's trash now? the tri-colored male growled from atop his golden and coal steed.
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