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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 12-06-2011, 09:48 AM

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Mars Bartholomew Russo

ooc text: sorry for the wait on this. Hey look, you get to have the first dialogue between Hurricane and Mars. I also assume they would have met briefly before when she was NPCed on Rurik's account in CdM :] +5

What had led him to run away for so long? This day, his logical mind had thought about harming his children. He was still him, and he thought about these things, so he had grabbed a blood-soaked bat without even knowing it, and he took Vox, and rode until he could almost ride no more. He said nothing about where he was going, even though Amon had asked him three times before the male left the house. There was no way that he even knew where he was going, but he definitely was not going to tell the boy where he was going to go. The simple truth was that he did not know where he was going. Just away from here. Maybe to straighten his mind out. He didn't know what was going to become of him.

I thought you were going to kill that child. spoke a voice he had never heard before. Mars pulled his steed to a stop, and he looked around. He did not see the other male, not yet. Who the fuck are you? Why are you telling me to kill my son? snarled the dominant personality. Mars was not in the mood to take shit from someone he did not know. The voice was much different than Mars', or Bartholomew's, much deeper and coarser. He already didn't like this voice, or the aura that seemed to come off of it. Mars growled, while Hurricane laughed. Hurricane didn't seem to really understand why he was even in the presence of this male, talking to him, or whatever he was doing. It took Hurricane some time to actually put himself together and materialize in front of the steed and his rider. Contrary, I think you know exactly whom I am. the pitch black male spoke to the calico one. I've never seen you before, nor heard your voice.... spoke Mars, a snarl still on his face. Vox flicked his tail and nickered lightly. He was used to Mars having conversations with himself, but this one, this one was very different. Vox had never heard Mars use the second voice he had been using.

But those children, they are not yours. Nor are they that slick tongued male's. You know who I am. Hurricane spoke, laughing hysterically, and manically at the statement. But they are my children! YOU cannot tell me ANY different! spoke mars before he jabbed his heels into Vox's side, which made the horse rear up and then bolt towards where Hurricane was standing, which had made him disappear. Mars closed his eyes and shook his head. He denied that he just had that argument with a male he did not know. He knew that he did just have that conversation, but he still tried to deny it anyways. He snarled as Vox was galloping towards the north. For two days he ran away from this 'hurricane' of emotions. There were breaks in between the hours of running, but only for short amounts of times, because the more he thought, the more of the threat that Hurricane would return.

On the third day, sometime in the afternoon, he had come upon the borders of a pack he had never even smelt before. His ears fell back on his head, and he cocked it as Vox was led to the river. He sighed lightly as he looked at the river. What was he even doing here? Mars looked up the river and he saw someone he hadn't seen in some time. His sister. Liliya Russo. If she was here...Was their father here? Liliya? What are you doing here? called out Mars, moving his steed towards the woman who was on the other side of the river. He did not cross the river though, for he knew that it would more than likely be too cold for Vox. Not only that but then he would be trespassing on packlands. Where is this place, sister? I've never come upon such a smell before.. he asked her, not bothering to even dismount his horse.

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