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It'd been some time since Mars had settled in the lands of the Court once more. He found himself actually doing things around the packlands this time though, because he needed to earn his keep. Today he settled for scouting the borders, without the aid of his children or the woman who was trying to worm her way into his heart. She had already done so, making decisions hard for him already, but he still had this resistance in him that would not allow him to even fathom asking her to be his mate. His heart was still yearning for that one woman he was not allowed to have, or at least it seemed as if he could not have her. Last he heard of her, she had broken up with Shawchert, one smart decision among dozens of dumb ones in his opinion, but it was a smart one, and he did give her that at least. Mars dug into his pants pocket and he pulled out the hardened body part he had found in his white jeans after he woke up from being Hurricane. He looked at it, and then he thought of Shaw. He knew it was the man's ear, yet, he did not throw it away, He looked at it still, and he rubbed it between his fingers as he scouted along the borders, mounted upon his steed.
Vox trotted along with a certain grace that was almost militia style compared to his normally relaxed demeanor. Mars had noticed that the stallion was acting funny, but he figured it was because it had been some time that they had ridden in these trails, and not only that, but Vox seemed to want to go the route for the old borders several times. It made the beast weary because he did not know the trail, and that was understandable to the Russo male. It had been more than a year since he had been to this place, and he knew that things changed, including himself. He still needed to talk to Vigilante, personally, and tell him things. Mars figured that Vigilante had the right to know about his condition, if the male did not already realize the issue from when he came here the first time. Mars pushed the ear back into his pants pocket and he adjusted himself on the beast's back as the buckskin continued to move along the new trail of the borders of their home.
It was interesting to point out the way that Mars held himself upon Vox though, his back straight and shoulders broad and level. He looked almost proud upon his steed, his tail curled at the tip and his He also did not wear his leather jacket this day, rather his studded leather vest that had taken some time to complete. Still, the vest did not have all of the studs that he wanted to put on it, for he had run out of studs, and then had to pack up and leave. The family did not really go by Halifax, though Mars seemed to have been sneaky as Bartholomew and went to the festival, because there were new tattoos that were inked into his flesh. One Large "Air" symbol on each of his arms, and then a quote in latin on his chest. He could cover the latin quote with his clothing, but the two air symbols were impossible. He also had a bunch of fresh scars from Hurricane's reckless battles. A few of them were from Shawchert's sword, and others were from that loner bitch that Hurricane attacked. They were noticeable as well, a long slash on his shoulder, almost right on the joint, and the others across his stomach, and even a nick on his left knee. His pants covered this one though, and the ones across his stomach also were covered by the vest. He also wore red leather gloves with the fingers cut out of them. It was for the protection of his hands from the rope that he used as reigns for the steed. Let's just say that Bartholomew was sometimes clumsy when it came to riding and gloves were something that would help break having cuts on the palms, but it being fingerless helped with Bartholomew's nasty habit of smoking nicotine.
Mars speaks