[M] Sweet Revenge

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 09-06-2012, 08:25 PM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: Ethereal Eclipse Date: ~31 August (Backdated) Weather: Shady, and warm Time: Afternoon

Mars is in control. You know that, but I'm telling for the readers. Also, Amon is already missing 80% of his tail.

He had been out with Amon today, again, hunting. Amon and Mars spent a lot of time doing this together, because they were the two males in the Russo family and they had a family to feed. Amon helped his father because it made him feel important, and Mars let Amon help because Mars was wanted to spend more time with the masked male with no tail. They had branched out far from the Court packlands, because they often would make their trips outside of the lands to hunt. Never had they really had the luck of catching something bigger than a rabbit on the lands. If they had any luck, the two Russos could herd a bunch of deer into the Court lands so that they could have something to munch on later, but even that was a stretch. They were doing okay today though, for they had caught the scent of a deer herd.

We're gonna do this one practically. Fawns, and does are the targets, but watch for the bucks. You don't want to be stabbed with their horns. spoke Mars as he looked at his son and they continued on the trail. Along the trail that they were following, he couldn't help but notice that there was the scent of fire, and the scent of others around. Mars stopped suddenly as he found that the overtone of all the scents was one that he knew....but...he didn't really know. He couldn't put a finger on who it would be, and how he knew them, but he knew that he knew it. In all reality, that was Hurricane's sense kicking him in the back of the head and telling him that something was happening, and that he should go towards the scent. The curled tail of the wolfdog was for once, held straight out as he sniffed the air. "What's the matter, dad?" asked Amon as he looked at his father with his bi-colored eyes.

I suddenly...don't feel safe out here, Amon. Mars couldn't figure out what was making him anxious, but there was something in his gut that told him that he should not have come out with Amon today. Paranoia perhaps? There had been a bunch of attacks on the Court recently, so it was only logical that he be paranoid. "Dad, I know this is around where Misha and Vladmir were killed, but we're okay, lets just keep going" spoke Amon as he nudged his father with his nose pressing into Mars' shoulder. Mars' mismatched ears caught the sound of something peculiar though. It sounded like metal clinking against metal, a chorus of running feet, and clinking metal. This was the sound he was hearing, and it was only when he heard laughing that his tail stood high on his back, steel eyes focused on where the laughing and the sound was coming from. Amon wondered why his father was sticking around to see who it was, when they could have been hunting and ignoring the crazy laughter of a deranged wolf that was on the prowl. What Amon didn't realize, was that they were the prey. Mars stood tall in his secui form and his fur stood on edge. Who was this canid, and what did they want.

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