[m]Tonight we drink to youth

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 11-21-2011, 06:09 PM

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OOC: you know who you are. WC: 1038

Not only had it taken him some time to complete the order from the woman, since it was a bunch of leather-work and he was not particularly too fast at doing the leather-work, but it also took him some time to forgive Orin enough to even think about going to visit CDA to give her the things she desired. His face held a frown as he rode on top of his mount. Vox nicked, feeling the tenseness of his master as he trotted along the pathway from CD to CDA. Things were not going all well in CD either, for he had been demoted for no reason whatsoever, other than the fact that he kept to himself during the war. The male was not suited for battle, nor had the attacks ever gone through the village that he lived in so there was no point for him to get all involved. If he had been effected directly by the battles then yes, he would have defended to the best of his abilities, but every battle he was not told about, and every attack was to the manor, and not to the surrounding lands that he would have possibly been in. It would have also taken him much too long to run into battle when he was called. What of his family as well? Krystalle was no fighter, and they surely would have been taken prisoner if he had left them unprotected since they were the only ones in Piccolo. He had to protect his family over his pack, because his pack was less important, to say the least. The pack could be gone the next day, but his family would not, for they loved him, unlike his pack. His pack merely tolerated him, that was it. That was why he was at the omega rank.

He rode like he was much more though, his tail curled behind him, like his ancestry would call for, and his shoulders straight and proud. He was a handsome male afterall, and he was starting to really realize this as the days went on. He did get a lot of attention from Krystalle, and there had been some random loners that had tried to have their way with him, for him to only deny and retreat from their grasp. Bartholomew decided to show his ugly mug at the male, jogging alongside the trotting buckskin. Ya' know, Marsy, ya' aren't that pretty. I'mma much better lookin' than ya'. An' I bet dat I coulda wooed 'er better than ya' coulda eva do. Bartholomew gloated. Mars snarled at the male and looked at him from behind his shades. I don't want Orin. She's already proven herself to be unfaithful, impulsive, and unintelligent. It was my fault for thinking that she was different. She's nothing but a child. growled the Russo male. Bartholomew giggled lightly. 'er being a child stops ya'? Children arr so much more easier ta' pleases, why woulj'ya ever want someone who wasa hard ta'please? asked the male, and Mars then found the male to be disgusting. What the fuck was wrong with him? You're disgusting Bartholomew. You are a disgusting freak. Always going to an easy lay. he spoke in disgust to the male. Eef she was so easy ta' lay, dont'cha ya' 'hink ya' coulda have lain 'er 'ready? asked Bartholomew. Mars snorted. I didn't want to lay her. Mars spat a lie. It was a downright lie and Bartholomew knew it. Dontcha think Aye know when ya' are lyin'? Ya' arr da most horrible liar on da face of da planet, Mars. accused Bartholomew with a mocking look on his face. Mars kicked out at Bart's head, and the male dodged it like a boss and continued to jog. Dat wassa cheap shot, asshole. spoke Bartholomew before Mars completely ignored anything that his counterpart had to say about anything.

Thank the heavens that they were nearly at the borders of the forsaken Artists' pack that was barely hanging together by the seams. It was not a good feeling that Mars got in his stomach as he approached the borders, for there were memories that he'd rather not remember, not only of him yelling at Shawchert but also the day that Orin left him in CdA, and of the day she had left him in CdM and the day that he had wanted to bash Sky's face in because she thought she was better than he, and she thought that he could be ordered around like a dog. Never again would he be ordered around like a dog. Even if he was an omega, he was more than likely going to disobey a higher ranked rather than do what he was told. The life he left behind in Fresno was the one where he was ordered around like nothing but a slave, but here, he would not put up with that, no, never again.

He lifted his head to the sky and he let a howl for the woman be voiced in the air. It was not a happy tune, more sorrowful, and almost angry really. He was not happy that he had to be here and do this for the woman, and his howl had let her know that he was not in a good mood right off the bat. Vox came to a halt before the borders and Mars pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth as well as a lighter and he lit the end of the cigarette and inhaled the smoke, waiting for the woman to show her beautiful face to him, no matter how hard he tried to tell himself that she was ugly, and a traitor, those were all just lies. The traitor part maybe not so much, but the ugly part was a damn lie and he knew it. He hoped that he would not need to be angry with her, though he knew that deep down, he would always be angry with her. She had hurt him, and she never even said sorry to him. She was not to be forgiven so easily.

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