[p] I'll take your agony away

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 09-15-2012, 09:18 PM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: Hydrostone District, Halifax Date: ~24 August (Backdated) Weather: Cooling down from a hot day. Time: Dusk

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Sorry for the wait. I'm such a horrible person sometimes. I'm sorry. Note to self: This is set before Amy attacks Mars, but AFTER the meeting in CdM, and AFTER the thread with Vigi and Mars. I have to be vague about the thread with Vig because it isn't finished. It makes it hard to say what mood he should be in, but hopefully it's a better one than he was in the other threads.

Mars had taken Vox and left the packlands by himself today. It took some coaxing for his family to not follow along, but he needed them to stay and tell the pack where he had gone, just in case the pack needed him for anything (this was a fat chance, but he used that excuse so he could go out by himself) and even though Amon and Paz both gave him big puppy eyes, he still rejected their plights. Mars needed the time alone, because if he didn't have it, then he might just...go more insane. This wasn't true, in fact, the real reason he went out alone was so he could do some shopping for his family without them knowing what he picked out for them. Mars owed Paz and Amon new clothes, as well as some dresses and stuff for Svetlana when she grew older and was able to shift. He wanted to get back into his sewing, so he could have something to do for the pack, rather than sit around and just play music. He needed more materials to do that.

So he was lazily riding his faithful steed, all morning, and well into the afternoon. Since the pack was not all that far from Halifax, he decided to head that way, and he took his time, because he was in no rush. His family knew where he went and if they worried about him then they could always take Senorita and come and try and find him. Otherwise they would get over themselves. He and Vox moved into Halifax hours later, and their movements were echoed by the lone streets of Halifax. Sure, there was life here and there in the fallen city, but the section of town that Vox and Mars wandered into seemed to be deserted. Mars did not mind the isolation. It gave him time to think about all that had happened over the last few days. It made him think about his loyalty to his pack, and to his King, as well as to his family. It made him wonder what was in store for him really. Would things get better for him, or would they continue to become shit like they always seem to do once it seemed as if it would get better.

Vox suddenly stopped in the middle of the street, and Mars was thinking so hard that he didn't realize that the stallion stopped until minutes later. He blinked cluelessly and then shook his head, and he then clicked his tongue and nudged the stallion's side. Vox took a few steps forward and then stopped again. It wasn't until Vox stopped again that he realized that there was another soul out and about. It was a fox-pelted male, quite handsome if Mars was into men, (Little did he know that Bart and this same man had sex) but definitely not Mars' type anyways. If he did have a type of man. Truth was, he didn't. He never found himself attracted to another man, unless he was Bartholomew of course. Mars felt compelled to speak to the male none the less though, and the Californian looked down at the short, foxy male. Hello there. If you don't mind me asking, have you seen any abandoned clothes shops around? Or perhaps just some places that have some fabrics that are still good? asked the male, not even close to having the same accent as Bartholomew, nor the same mannerisms.

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