Change on the Wind

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 08-23-2012, 04:19 PM

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ooc: Oh Mars. Why must we do this every time? I'm so sorry that Mars is a dick. Don't kick him out of CdM please. He'll calm down eventually about it.

So let's take a ride, this place is getting too much for me...You're good, sit tight, and let me handle every- The music stopped. He was playing music for his daughter, Svetlana, the only child to survive that attack....The attack that only he knew about. Svetlana herself probably knew who it was too. The little girl had seen the whole thing. He'd been spending a lot more time with her once Vladmir, and Misha were killed. He wanted to protect her, and the need and want to protect her had kept him up for days and nights. He didn't remember the last time that he slept peacefully next to his mate and child. He mourned the lives of his two other children as well, so this did not help him sleep either. Seeing their screaming faces when he dreamt was the worst thing ever. He was sad, a lot of the times, and for once, he had picked up his guitar and sung to his beautiful little girl. One could probably say that he was smothering her with it. You asked what stopped this time of music? A single, authoritative howl. Not from Strel, not from Vigilante. Triangular, mismatched ears were held high on his head and the wolfdog turned his head curiously. Svet, stay with mom. She'll bring you. spoke the male before he got up and he put his guitar on it's stand and then he put on his sunglasses and he left the house. He was met by Krystalle at the front gate, who already had Amon and Paz sent off ahead and Vox already with his reigns on. Thanks Krystalle. muttered the Russo before he mounted his horse and he looked towards the Amptheater. They turned towards there and they rode. They rode hard too, since they had some land to cover.

Krystalle wondered what Mars' rush was, but she did not speak about it because she kinda knew why. He did not speak the whole ride, nor did he speak when he dismounted his steed when they got there. Amon and Paz were already there, and a lot of the others were there. Mars did not take a seat like Amon, Krystalle, and Paz had, instead he stood tall. His arms too crossed his chest and he looked through his sunglasses with an acid glare at the male who was on stage. The man barked for attention and silence, and once there was, he spoke of his absurd reasoning for calling them from their homes. His words made the Comte angry. He bit his lips, and his throat fought to keep back roars of displeasure at the asshole from Crimson Dreams. Who did he think he was? Last time Mars saw the asshole was in that meeting, when he just fucking stared at him with that nasty look on his face. Mars was right to leave Crimson Dreams, for only months later the pack was no more. His curled tail began to lash back and forth angerily.

When he went to talking about Strel the way he did Mars couldn't handle it. He really couldn't. Mars respected Strelein, because Strel was there. They all had their times of dispair, and maybe something happened to Strel that made him the way he was, this did not mean that they needed to condemn him for them. Sure, Mars could agree with maybe a sall demotion to see if that would wake the Dauphin up, but not down to serf, and then to talk about him the way that he did. How about you shut the fuck up? snarled the Russo man. He let his teeth show to the male. YOU know nothing of this pack! Sure, brag about how you were in the war, and you saw what it did, that doesn't make you any better than us. You are a Crimson Dreamer, by blood. You fought for Crimson Dreams, not us. And you think you can just waltz in here and fucking usurp our Dauphin AND talk shit? Go fuck yourself! Mars didn't care about the youngsters that would hear him cursing at the now Constable. Paz looked up at her father with questioning eyes. She did not understand the hostility between Silvano and Mars. Krystalle knew, and Amon was listening to his father, pretty much agreeing, even though Amon was very young back then.

Honestly, who the fuck do you think you are? You have no right to be on that stage right now, saying the things you are saying. I want Vigilante to come and tell us that he approves of this, because this is some horse shit. the Russo man spoke more. He refused to believe that Vigi would let a man that barely anyone in the Court knew to be their Constable. Much less a Crimson Dreamer. Sure, their customs were fine, care for each other, but they were no better than here, better yet they were worse because they ended up disbanding. None of this made sense to Mars, and Mars wanted answers from someone with authority, because this man in front of them did not belong here.

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