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Location: The Amphitheatre, Cour Des Miracles. Date: ~20 August (Backdated; 1 day after Pack meeting) Weather: breezy and comfortable Time: Afternoon |
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OOC: :] he's switched to "Here We Stand" by Amber Pacific. Acoustic of course. And sorry for the depressing posts. Mars is just really sad. There's been a lot of negatives in his life recently, and it's really getting to his self-esteem. I also added a setting thing because I need to make sure I got my dates right. Mars is running on a strict time schedule right now for some reason ;.; // +5(643)
that defines the meaning of their life.
As his song came to an end, he'd not noticed that the King had come to his presence. He continued to play though, a different song that had it's own tone to it. It was about the same pace as the song before it, but it was a song that he knew without having to look up at the chords. His eyes ended up closing yet again, and he sung to the non-existant audience that actually did exist. The Serf was entertaining the King, whether he realized it or not. The Serf was no fool though, not able to really put a smile on one's face, for he was no comedian, no story teller. He was an actor, a musician. These things were of no use to the Court though. His home was the stage though, and it was the same stage that stole his rank from him. His Comte rank was the only thing he had in the pack to show that he did care about the pack, and that he wanted to be something within the pack, but just like that, he was stripped of it. He did not enjoy being a serf, a fool, jester, omega. To be allowed to be spit on, to be allowed to be forced to be belly up to even the ones who were new to the Court. It was humiliating.
About halfway into the song he opened his eyes and threw his head back, and once he did, his steel eyes caught the sight of another, and then his fingers stopped in their place, and he froze up. He stared at the secui King, a form he had seen him in more often than not. Did the King not like having fingers? Mars stared at him with wide, steel blue eyes. They were only momentarily locked with the jade ones of the King, but they quickly fell to the ground before his King's feet. I am not worthy of your presence, my King. Please. Leave me be to wallow in my sins. the once Comte suggested to the King who paused at his presence. Mars wanted nothing to do with the King at the moment, for the Serf did not believe that the King would have any good news for him, only more humilation. Perhaps even to tell Mars to leave the Court and to never return. It wouldn't be the first time that he was told that, but it wasn't like he would want to return to that place, much less he couldn't because that place did not exist anymore. It was the same place that the Constable came from, and it was the same place that Vigilante protected the reputation of, dispite their lack of being able to remain as a family, and their lack of being able to stay as a pack. Mars' theory of how they ever remained a pack in the first place was because 90% of the pack was related to each other. When the Russo's were there, they had met more wolves related to the Alpha and the Beta rather than any other wolves. It was strange to him, this fact, and the way that they only stuck to their own kind was probably what caused the downfall.
Mars fell silent after his words to the King, not willing to continue playing his guitar unless he was ordered to continue. He also continued to look at the ground before the King's feet, for he did not think that he was even worthy enough to look at the feet of his King. He knew he wasn;t worthy. He was just a stupid actor, musician. He was a fool. That's what he was. A simple fool that shouldn't have been allowed to ever carry any rank.