Change on the Wind

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 09-06-2012, 08:06 PM

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ooc: Halalalala Mars is an idiot. Just saying.....But I'm the only one who can say that and get away with it :p Also, guys, Mars was never sitting, he's been standing the whole time.

It seemed as if Terra had agreed with Mars' accusations, but this brought on an onslaught of words from a golden wolf boy. He was young, still awkward looking, from Mars' perspective. Mars gave a fierce look at the boy, his husky fur standing on edge, even his tattoos seemed to disappear under the raising of the man's fur. He took short breaths of air, his anger rising as another called out aganist the rebellous fellow. Not many had seen Mars this angry, but the ones who did never forgot it. Silvano probably saw a pattern in the way Mars acted, but what Silvano, as a born Dreamer, as one who was always accepted wherever they went...What he didn't know was where Mars came from. Why Mars did the things that he did. He had a reason. The best way to explain it was that Mars was a fucking psychopath. The woman though, she insulted Mars, saying that he had to leave the pack, only to leave another pack and another. Mars knew he had been in more packs than a lot of spy would have been, but it was not that he was not loyal, because he could be, but the other part about Mars was that he could not control what the leaders did in the pack. He always had a reason to leave. His eyes were like daggers as he looked at the woman with his pale steel eyes behind those dark glasses. He ripped them from his face just then and fought back from running over to the woman and putting her in her place. He was just about to explode on the red woman when his short mate stepped in front of him and she started to speak. She spoke to everyone, the King, and it was then that Mars found that he had sounded like an idiot. He did not know that the King would dare to show his face in his secui form. Yes, Mars had seen the man in the form before, but he was smaller than everyone, so Mars did not see the King over the crowd that was surrounding him. Mars still turned to look at the red woman and he gave her a show of his pearly whites. It was not a happy face, this was for sure.

It was then that he could feel the hair stand up on his back as he heard the voice of the mutt-King. His ears flipped back on his head, and he lowered his stance, his tail immediately stopped lashing and it was pinned against his rump. He heard the words of the King, and at that moment, he realized that he had relinquished his rank as Comte. The King told him that he was now a Serf, and this made the man feel as if he was always going to be insignificant. This was not the first time he was a Serf in the Court, and he had worked hard to get from that rank, and shortly after that he left to go to Cercatori. Mars looked straight at the king in his green eyes, and then he let his gaze fall to the ground. He was ashamed, not only did his mate tell him to shut up, but there was no one that seemed to agree. Amon looked up at his dad, and he gave Mars a tap on the stomach. Amon gave him a knowledgable look, and he nodded his head lightly. Amon believed that this was injustice, but Amon was not much of a speaker. He was a performer. Mars was the one with the tongue. Mars sadly looked at his child, and then he finally took a seat for the first time in the meeting. He sat on the ground, his form hunched over, and his eyes cast to the ground still. Apparently he was nothing better than the dirt he sat upon.

Mars continued to look down. He didn't bother even looking at Orin, nor their child, because he could feel that they both were not happy with him. Amon and Paz at least knew where Mars was coming from, and Krystalle too, knew. Hell, three-fourths of the time he moved, it was for the family. Mars just was looking out for his family. Krystalle appreciated that, and Krystalle knew that Mars was only acting like this because he had a much bigger family that he needed to worry about now. Not only was there Amon, herself and Paz, but now there was also Orin, and Svet. She could only imagine what he would have done if Misha and Vladmir were still around. Fenris rest their young souls.

These were the thoughts that were running through his head now. He thought about Vlad, his little boy, and Misha, oh little Misha. How adorable they were, and now they were gone. It was all because he was nothing better than dirt. That's why they were killed. No, the pack did not know of the death of his pups, but if they did, then maybe they would understand. No...No one could ever understand Mars Bartholomew Russo.

He continued to sit there, even when Orin asked if they could leave and some of the others already took their leave, by dismissing themselves. He was not allowed to leave unless dismissed now, according to his new rank. He knew how to be a serf, he once was one long ago. None of his family had been around when he was a Serf, but he was, and he knew he was worthless now. Not only did the pack lose a Dauphin today, but also a Comte. How sad. Both of them disgraced and to be spat upon by any other member. Even the ones who had yet to prove themselves to anyone.

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