[m] This hurricane's chasing us all under ground

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 09-09-2012, 02:57 PM

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Mars Bartholomew Russo

OOC: Rawr. Transitions between Hurricane and Mars are hard sometimes. Also, so you aren't too bored you can play the pups, I left it a little opnen for that, and I hope you don't mind the pp of Orin. +5(682)

Mars was not a man of weapons, for he grew up using his claws and teeth to kill his prey rather than a weapon. Truth was, Mars didn't know much about weaponry. He'd never drawn a bow, or swung a sword. He was not a violent being to actually train in that field. Amon, however was. He was the one to hit the boar on the side with an arrow when they were previously out and about. The reason they came back was because they were getting too far from the Court lands and Mars really didn't want to have to drag it that far back. Since they had quit chasing the stupid boar, the beast had returned to the area in which they first found it. Lucky them. Mars looked at his mate as she put the three pups on the log. His pupils dilated on the woman for a moment. It wasn't a normal look that he gave, it was one of instinct, and one that was preditorial. He tore his gaze from the woman and they went to the pups. A smile pulled itself on his maw before he looked back towards where Amon went. He could hear the boar grunting, as if Amon was attacking it, and the rushing of something passing bushes, meaning it was running. Mars' hackles raised and he readied himself to chase down and kill. Orin told the pups to not move, and that they were in for a treat since they were allowed to come on this trip. If only she knew what treat they really were in for.

Amon barked and nipped at the boar's heels, and it threw it's head a few times, trying to get Amon, but the wolf-dog was too fast to move away from it. The freckled feet of the youth trampled over debris on the forest floor as he continued to herd the damned boar towards his father and Orin. Soon, the boar would finally veer to the direction of them, and he got it to charge towards them. The charging beast run straight towards Orin first, but as soon as it caught sight of the woman, it veered towards Mars, and again, once it veiwed the wolf, it switched direction. It ran between all three of the wolves, nobody being able to get close enough to it to bring it down. Mars snarled as he stopped just shy of running into his mate and he almost took off after the boar before Amon jumped up and ran after it. "Don't worry dad, I'll bring it back!" called the boy as he ran back off into the bushes with the boar.

Mars didn't understand what was happening, but he could feel his blood start to boil. He stopped, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, one of his pupils was large, while the other was pinpoint. The look was no more of Mars. Hurricane was here, and a smile was spread across his maw, one that was not natural for him. No. This all was wrong. Hurricane cackled as his eyes pinned on the pink haired woman. He let out a primal growl before he launched himself at her.

In a flash of white, coal, and brown, the man came down upon the woman. A fist headed towards the woman, before he grabbed her by her chest fur and he yanked her towards him. He underestimated how small Orin was, so she came in faster than he expected, and this surprised him enough to push her away as hard has he could. It sent her tumbling to the ground, towards a tree. He didn't see that her head hit the tree, for he had already turned his sights onto the three pups who still, obediently sat on the log. They looked at their father with googled eyes, not believing that they were seeing their father harm their mother. They didn't know that they were next.

“Mars speaks.” “Bart bitches.” “Hurricane snarls.”

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