Can't Resist; Don't Want To Believe It..
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OOC: little kryssy-bear.

Mars had a slight sense of peace today, just being able to have control and be around again. The days had been stressful and fuzzy, Mars wasn't even sure how much time he really lost because his memories were all jumbled and confusing. Have you ever felt completely lost in your own head? It's not a good feeling, that's for sure. He actually seemed at peace today though, enough to where he was going to play some peaceful music and perhaps continue with making that dress he was still working on for Krystalle. Bartholomew had told him at some time that it would be nice to get a beautiful dress done for Krystalle before her birthday rolled around. Mars agreed to do this for both Bartholomew and for Krystalle. He agreed to be a friend and help out. If Mars was any good at admitting things, you'd say that part of Mars wanted to do this because he wanted to be closer to Krystalle. Mars was just not that great at admitting those things though. It wasn't in his nature you could say. Bartholomew was the one for that.


Mars careful plucked his guitar strings, a beautiful acoustic song playing from his guitar as he sat in his room,his door unlocked, and him expecting for the mohawked woman to come into his room with some tea. It was around afternoon tea time so he had been somewhat expecting for her to already have the kettle on (because she had taken that liberty from him long ago now) but if she didn't he wouldn't mind putting on the kettle himself when he was going to be taking a break from playing his guitar. His song was only about five minutes of continuously playing, so maybe he would get some tea after he was done with this one song or something. It all depended on if the woman already had it ready or not. He played his song all the way through, a mere five minutes would pass without a sound coming from the kitchen. Not anything he could hear. Maybe Krystalle was writing or something and she had lost time or something. He didn't smell tea either. He stopped playing his white guitar and he had put it against the wall before he opened his door and walked out. He silently walked down the hallway and descended his staircase to make his way down to the kitchen. When he got into the kitchen, he went into automatic mode as he grabbed a kettle and then he filled it with some of the water that Mars kept in buckets around the house. They were running low on water and would need to fill the buckets soon, Mars noticed, but then realized that it had been awhile since he had seen his sled. He tried to think about what had happened to it, but came up with nothing. He could have sworn that at some point he had been getting the water and filling them. In fact..Two of his buckets were missing. the fuck? the American asked himself as his hand went to his brown hair. He'd noticed that his hair was getting shaggy, he already had to start brushing through it everyday for it to not tangle.


He got the kettle ready and he put it over some wood in the stove and he lit the wood with some flint that he had in his counter drawer. He tended it for a moment, then closed the stove window and moved away to find where his housemate was. Hey Kryst, I need your body for some measuring, mind helping me out today? the man bluntly asked, a small, almost curious smile on his lips as he turned the corner to meet her in a room.



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Her jacket hadn't been fitting as well as it usually did, and the doggish woman sighed as she cast it to the side. She hadn't wanted to accept the fact that she was going to be a mother whether she liked it or not. The ill fit to her favorite coat was only more proof of the future. Dammit. She couldn't blame Mars like she wanted to, though she might be able to give some of her anger to Bartholomew; after all, he'd been there in the end, even if he hadn't started it. Everything was so wrong. She'd come to 'Souls for Mars, but she hadn't wanted to have a family with anyone. Now there wasn't much of a choice.

As she heard the voice of her live-in lover, a sense of panic set in on her mind. They hadn't had the moments necessary for the man to find out about the predicament they were in, and she wasn't too eager to tell him; Mars wasn't as close to Krystalle as his secondary self. Of course he wanted something horrible from her. Usually, she wouldn't have minded. "Really can', Mars, 'cause I ain' feelin' okay." Her arms crossed under her rather ample bosom and she kept her back to the bi-colored male as he came into the room. The distension of her stomach would certainly give her away. She didn't need the stress.

"What happened to our buckets?" she asked, changing the subject to something less interesting, as she was dying to hear what sort of outfit Mars was making now. At first, she hadn't noticed the missing water, but it was certainly confusing when she did. Mars was the one who handled their drinking situation. She didn't usually ask questions. Anything to keep him from prying.

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OOC: i love kryssy so much <3 so cute.

The woman refused to help him. Mars cocked his head and turned a mismatched ear back on his chocolate furred head. What doesn't feel good Krystalle? Maybe I can help.. the man suggested, wondering what had been wrong with the woman for her to not be acting normal. He did know that they had not been on the best of terms the last few weeks, but Mars was willing to let everything be pushed aside and for the two to live peacefully in the house together. She was quick to change the subject though, going to ask him the question that he didn't know the answer of. Both of his ears fell back this time and he looked at the ground. His brows furrowed and he frowned. I was uhm..hoping that you knew the answer to that question.. the man told the woman, his hand going to his shaggy hair almost nervously He held a frown on his face as he decided to look back up at the woman. I think that Bart might have left them somewhere...My sled is gone too.. the man suggested, openly blaming his second personality for the missing of these objects because what other explanation was there? There was missing things half the time in the Russo hose and it was mostly because of Bartholomew's dumb ass self.


Mars walked more into the room, to where his full form was viewable to the woman. I can't make clothing for you without your dimensions, you know that, right Krystalle? the man asked, going back to the whole "I need yo to help me measure you" deal. It was hard for Mars to be in the mood to measure and then work on a dress. He was slightly put off though, wondering what was wrong with the woman since they hadn't really interacted in awhile. Did Mars...do something to make her like this all of a sudden even though his personality, the Mars one had been noticeably not present. Either it had been Bartholomew, or Hurricane (though he knew not of Hurricane and his actions) most of the time, and this had been one of the first times he was out as himself. He looked at the back of the 'hawked woman and he cocked his head still. Can you look at me? the man asked, wondering why she was staying turned away from him.




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As he explained, she started to feel bad about her incapability to help. All he wanted to do was make something new for her. Ignoring the question of the missing buckets, she glanced over her shoulder at the multicolored man. Even if she didn't want to deal with it, the time had come for her to alert the male to what was happening around his home. Rubbing her eyes, she turned from the window, resting the other hand on her hip. It wasn't pronounced, not nearly enough for a stranger to notice unless they were familiar with the Latin woman's body, but her tanned belly bore a new shape. With the presence of new life came a lacking of her usual athletic thinness, a fact she hated beyond anything else.

Crossing the room to meet him on the opposing side, she shook her head. "Really can' right now, Mars. wouldn' fit me, ch'know?" Sure, it wasn't her getting the facts into the open, but she knew it would be difficult on the man. While they'd slept together in the past, it hadn't been the one who stood before her; others might have been incapable of seeing the difference, but Krystalle knew the two well enough to understand that her lover was Bartholomew. Mars was her friend. Two fingers rubbed at her brow. "Think we need to talk, Mars. S'kinda important." Getting it out all at once would be easier than the waiting.

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OOC: +3

When she did turn, he was almost surprised with what he had seen right before him. He knew what she looked like, he used to know her dimensions because they often did measure her for a womanly influence on his clothing that was for females that he made. Mars looked at the belly that was forming on the woman, and he cocked his head, and he noticeably stared at her stomach, knowing something was up with it. Truth was, two-thirds of Mars knew exactly why the woman's stomach was protruding like that. You can't give me your measurements because you're getting fat? Wouldn't I just need to make bigger clothing for you? he did not jump straight to the woman being pregnant because he was in slight denial at the moment about what had happened. His other personalities didn't bother with talking to him about Krystalle so this would be the first time he was dealing with her. Mars also was not any father, he didn't know how to take care of a pregnant woman. He didn't know the signs of being pregnant either.


The woman then told him that they needed to talk. They always needed to talk. There was always something to talk about with the woman. He cocked his head to her and his steel eyes rested on her. 'Bout what, Krystalle? the man asked, wondering what she wanted to talk about now. I have some tea on, so can we take this to the kitchen? the man asked before he turned to walk out of the door, not really waiting if she followed or not, if she wanted to talk, then she would follow. When he walked into the kitchen, he looked to the stove to see if the water would be ready soon or what. It was barely boiling. He'd turn back to look at his housemate. What's on your mind, krys? the man asked.




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Fat? FAT? She blinked once, twice, and tried to make sure that she'd heard him correctly. Mars had called her fat. The most subtle expression of distress crossed her features, body twisting away from him again; she moved toward the door and made sure her back faced him. She wasn't fat. Or, she was, but it wasn't for the reasons she was sure he assumed. Why it bothered her was beyond the scope of knowledge of the younger female. Usually, she would expect Mars not to notice. It was Bartholomew who really paid attention to her, after all.

He seemed calm, and before she could continue their conversation, he left the room. For the briefest moment, she was surprised. Instead of waiting to hear what she had to say, he left her behind. Grabbing her coat, she pushed her arms through the sleeves; the leather crinkled comfortably on the air. It wouldn't close, but that was fine. She only wanted to offset the bulge at her midriff. Slower than her friend, she made her way to the kitchen. Her ears twitched uncomfortably. "'m not fat. You're an asshole." The statement was flat and irritated. He'd been rude, and he deserved the reprimand. However, there were more important things to worry about. "Mars, 'm havin' a kid. Or, like, whatever. Ch'know?" She herself had never been exposed to children or childbirth in Nakzhi, and after leaving, she had been alone. Everything was new to her.

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She called him an asshole for his blunt words, but what else was he supposed to say? "You're getting a little chubby there" or "your turning into a cow Krystalle" ? No, Mars found those to be meaner than what he had said to the woman. When he was in mid-thought of what to retaliate with, the woman continued on to tell Mars that she was having a kid "or whatever". Mars' straightened up and then his ears pulled back on his head. He licks his lips nervously for a moment and then he opened his mouth to speak. uhm...what? the man was quite stunned by the news and he took a step back, his curled tail became limp behind him, the tip slightly curled between his legs. Uhm...what? he asked again, still stunned and he cocked his head before he had stepped back again, and the back of his legs touched the rim of one of his chairs, and he instantly fell to the chair. His flop down onto the chair made his tail end up going all the way between his legs and he was sitting on part of his tail.


T-The Father? the man was finally able to ask the woman, but for some reason, he could already tell who the father was. He lifted his ivory colored hand slowly and pointed his index finger back at himself in question. Why he even needed to ask was beyond him. He already knew the goddamn answer. He knew it in core of his being that he had done that. Mars already found his hand going down to his pants to dig in the pockets. He found the cigarette case quickly and he took one out of it and he put it in his mouth and returned the case to his pocket. He didn't light it yet though. He leaned back in his chair, his back touching the back of his chair and he sat there almost miserably. He took the lighter from his pocket and looked at the pot that was still on the stove. It still wasn't hot enough. It hadn't been on the stove long enough. Mars realized that he needed to open one of his windows before he smoked so the smell wouldn't grow stale in the room. Mars looked at the window and then he took the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the table along with the lighter, not caring that the lighter would fall to the ground while the cigarette just fell more towards the other side of the table. Fuck my life, Bartholomew.




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His response was exactly what Krystalle had expected. His ears pulled back, he licked his lips, and he tried to speak something that made sense. It really didn't, just repetition of 'what?' that caused her to roll her eyes. "Sweet Mother, Mars, it ain' that hard to understand." She turned her back to him as he sat, staring out the window instead of looking in his direction. He made her head hurt sometimes.

The next question was more obvious, and as he said 'father', her ears twitched. The father. That subject was clear, for Krystalle didn't spend enough time away from him to play mother to the child of another man. She wouldn't have mentioned it anyways. The clatter of the lighter caused her to turn back, hands rubbing at her elbows uncomfortably. "It wasn't Barty, Mars. I guess Orin really got to ya, or something," she whispered, shaking her head as she took a seat. Bitter jealousy rose into her chest; it was Orin's fault this had happened, at least in the mind of the doggish female. Mars loved Orin. Not her.

With a sigh, she picked up the cigarette, placing it between her lips before reaching for the lost lighter. "I can leave if ya want. Bet Nayati could help me find a new home in AniWaya; they ain' gonna know you're their pop, anyways. I ain' tellin' 'em." Perhaps it seemed cruel, but she couldn't allow him to ruin the lives of innocent puppies with his emotional and psychological baggage. No, she had decided in the weeks before that her children wouldn't be told about their father, at least not until they had the chance to understand him the way she did. If he wanted her to leave, it might be never.

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Mars put his arms on the table as Krystalle turned back to him, and she waked over. She explained that it wasn't Bartholomew that did this. It wasn't Mars that did it either, and Krystalle told him that Orin must have gotten him worked up about things. Mars did have abandonment issues, since his father had done so twice, and then Orin leaving him had activated another wave of that, which just was not good for the psych of the weak man that Mars was. The last thing he needed was another mind in his head. The last thing was a new personality. When she told him that, his hands went up and covered his face. He peeked through his hand and sighed deeply. Did he tell you his name? Mars asked, not knowing any other way to go about doing this. Normally when Mars had another personality, he was able to see a physical representation of them, but this one did not show itself willingly to Mars like Bartholomew had done with Mars years ago when Bartholomew had first shown up. Since it was just now showing itself to Krystalle meant that either the third was extremely ninja-like and it appeared only when important figures in the others life was asleep, or it was a completely new one. Mars figured it was the second option. He knew it in his gut that it was the second option.


He sighed again. She spoke about how she could leave if he wanted her to. Mars shook his head to her. No, I don't want you to leave. I...I want to be there for them, for you. the man actually owned up to this, even though his personality wasn't the father of these children, he knew that he needed to be there for his children because his father was never there for him. He didn't want that for his children that he knew about. I don't know Nayati either, nor of this Aniwaya. the man spoke to her, shaking his head and looking at her as she smoked his cigarette. She had lit it so gracefully, and she smoked it the same. He was slightly jealous that he had lost his composure as much as he did to where he cast the cigarette away. Why won't you tell them? the man asked, pausing for a moment. And who will you tell them their father is? the man followed up with.




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He had indeed told her his name, but Krystalle didn't want to let on more than Mars already knew. She wouldn't admit to the rape, and she wouldn't admit to the being who committed it. He had been through enough in recent weeks that this new knowledge was not necessary. Instead, she tried to relax. Mars only managed to surprise her, however. He wanted to be there for her. He wanted to be there for them. Pale pink eyes watched him in silence as she puffed at the cigarette between her lips. White fingers wrapped around it as she exhaled, letting her hand fall to her side so she could acknowledge his words.

No, he didn't know Nayati or AniWaya, but Krystalle did and she knew it would be the best alternative to living with Mars himself. Nayati Utina had proven to be a wonderful friend, and she appreciated him more than words could say. It hadn't been easy for her to live in Nova Scotia. She would have rather continued the conversation about Nayati, but it seemed the Russo wanted to take it in another direction. Why wouldn't she tell them about him? Who would their father be if not Mars? Krystalle hefted a sigh from her lungs.

"It's hard 'nough for adults to understand what's wrong with you, Mars. You really thinkin' a puppy can? What happens when one've you is mean to 'em? How 'm I gonna explain that it's not your fault?" She shook her head. Maybe he wouldn't understand, or maybe he'd be offended, but she saw the truth in her words. She didn't know who would be their father, but it would not be Mars. For the better of the pups, it would not be Mars.

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Krystalle had explained to him quickly that the she would not be able to explain what's wrong with him when he was mean to the puppies. Mars frowned and looked at the table. He knew she was right, that if an adult could barely wrap their head around Mars being more than one person, then how the hell was a puppy supposed to understand? Mars did not find an answer, nor did he really find a solution, but he did have a problem with not being there. All he knew was that he was not going to leave like his father left him. His mother had hated him for his father's departure, and so that they were mentally there unlike Mars was. Or at least, he would be able to be there to stop Krystalle from torturing them like his mom did to him. (he didn't think that she would hurt them, but there was an off chance that she too might flip her shit; or at least he thought so.) So Mars still held his ears flat on his skull. Uhm.. he spoke, trying to find words, but of course not starting off really strong, not since he was still slightly stunned. There was only one thing he was certain of. He wanted to be there.


I want to be there. I didn't have a father, and I want them to have one. This...I know.. the man spoke, pausing for a moment. I know that I'm not perfect. he whispered, his tongue nervously moving across his lips before he had opened his mouth to speak. I just...I don't want them to suffer without one.. the man spoke, looking back up to Krystalle and her pink eyes. He didn't know what else to say really about it. He didn't want all of this to happen but it was happening and there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed lightly. I don't know anything else.. he admitted, his arms being folded on the table and then he leaned down and put his head on his arms. His long hair had covered his steel eyes with this movement and he let out another sigh before the tea pot that was on the stove finally started to whistle with the steam coming out of the pot. He got up immediately and moved over to the stove. His posture was still pathetic, his normally curled tail still in between his legs and his ears still pulled back on his head as he stood there taking the pot from the stove and putting it on the counter. He then would silently move to get his mint tea leaves and he put it in the pot to let it soak. He then grabbed the only teacup that he could find. He didn't know what happened to the other one. Krystalle...Where's our other teacup? the man asked, cocking his head to the woman, his steel eyes turning to look at the woman, his pupils rather narrow on the woman for some reason or another.




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The cigarette was gone faster than she liked and it left her tense as their meeting continued on. Mars didn't seem any more comfortable. She tapped sharp claws upon the surface of their makeshift table, looking at anything and everything except for the Russo himself. At least until he managed a coherent, sensible sentence. He wanted to be there for them. His reasoning was flawed, but the point was clearly made. She settled her eyes upon him, yet remained silent. He wanted to be there, so they wouldn't suffer without a father. Krystalle admired his dedication, but wondered if his choice would cause more pain than it was worth. She didn't love the pups she carried, but she wasn't so heartless to see them suffer at the hands of their father.

A whistle from the teapot startled her. Mars stood, moving away from the table to tend to the tea as she watched him. He seemed so strangely pathetic. Was it really so bad? She couldn't imagine it was, and it left her depressed to think he was taking the news so hard. After all, she was the one who truly suffered for it. He could run off, and she wouldn't chase him again, which left her with children she knew she couldn't raise. But he wanted to be there. She sighed, prepared to give him a reassuring answer as he opened his mouth and asked about their missing cup. Almost immediately, her face turned to something guilty. Pink eyes darted away and her shoulders slumped downward. She knew where the cup was.

"Kinda threw it at Barty...two weeks ago, maybe."

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OOC: sorry for the wait

She smoked the cigarette, and while he was up, the man had gone back over to the kitchen window and he opened it so that the smoke would filter out of the window that had been covered by a board since it had been long ago broken when it used to have glass in it. Mars then went back into his pocket and he pulled out another cigarette, since he had calmed himself slightly. He put it in his mouth before he put the pot down on the counter. She explained to the man that she had thrown it at Bartholomew two weeks ago. Mars sighed again. I'm sorry. he apologized to the woman, for what reason was questionable. He lit the end of his cancer stick and he had inhaled the smoke of the cigarette. He sighed again as he tried to get his head straight.


Is there any way that you could make us another one? It's hard to actually find ones that actually hold liquid and don't leak or have a big chip in the side or something. the man spoke, asking the woman if it was possible that she could make another one since she had been the one who had broken it in the first place. The man then poured his tea into the cup that they had and he looked back at her and then walked back over, and sat down across the table from her. It's okay that you did that though, I'm sure he did something to deserve it. he commented as he looked down at his cup that was on the table and he had puffed on his cigarette. I do fear for their safety. Here in D'Arte. the man had spoken to the woman, his mind going back to what had happened shortly before all of this. The puppy killer that had lived in the pack lands. Mars knew that he didn't live there anymore, but he was paranoid about Shawchert or Skye letting in another freak that likes to feast on puppies. I have a brother in Cour Des Miracles, and I know the leader there.. I know a wolf in Crimson Dreams, but they have the same problem. Puppy killer.. the man spoke to her, figuring that maybe it would be best for them to move. He wasn't sure about anything yet, and you could tell that he had started to think because he had put his elbows on the table and then he rested his chin on his hands. hmmm his maw chimed out.


You don't know any of the other packs besides this...Aniwaya, do you? the man asked, wondering if she had found other packs that he had failed to acknowledge.



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He apologized, but she wasn't sure what end that gave them. What had been done had been done. Though she wanted to turn back the clock, to go back and stay far away from her own home, it was too late. Silence spread through her mind. She had nothing she wanted to say, not to him or Bartholomew. He changed the subject. Could she make more cups for them? She gave a snort, but nodded. She'd make a replacement, it wouldn't be difficult. Her hand rose to rub at her features, letting out a sigh as their conversation turned to something less pleasant. Mars didn't think it was safe to for the unborn children inside of Cercatori d'Arte. Krystalle didn't respond as he rattled off his connections; she knew he was right.

She watched as he set his elbows on the table, expression tired. "I don' have friends here, Mars. Only really met a few people." But she knew Caspa from across the forest, and she had met Ehno Marino. Nayati was her only real friend however. Something told her that going to AniWaya would simply be a bad idea. "Only know AniWaya, and Curr dez Miracles. I know the Dream place too, I guess." Of course, if they had their own problems, she was sure that wouldn't be much better. With an irritated — and exasperated — exhale, she rose from her seat. "Just make sure you tell me who 'm competin' with when we leave. Don' feel like bein' surprised again." It was unfair to say, but she knew that she wasn't his only female friend. She'd seen that girl who stopped by shortly after she had arrived, and she knew he cared for Orin. How many others would she have to deal with? She didn't really care to know.

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She would make new cups for them. Mars gave a thankful tilt of his head to the woman and a soft smile. The smile was short lived because of the fact that they were under a stressful situation at the moment. Mars would need to learn to keep the issues away from her so that the puppies could grow without having a problem, without dying. He would try his hardest to make sure things had been less stressful for her. He'd try as hard as he could. Right now, that meant that he needed to decide where they were going to go and when they were going to let D'Arte. He didn't really want to move away again. He felt almost like he belonged here, but then again, he hadn't really gotten along well with Shawchert, and Mars was sure that the others started to hate him after he spoke out against Shawchert at the pack meeting. There was no choice but to leave at this point in time.


The woman listed off where she knew, and she mentioned that she hadn't made many friends here. Neither had he, but he had talked to several others. I mean hell, the kid couldn't even make friends with his brother, so it wasn't like he had many others he could run to for comfort in stressful situations. Mars thought hard about where they could go. Mars had been in such deep thought that he had almost missed her comment. He had heard it though, and it took a minute for him to actually realize what she was talking about. He blinked a few times before he had taken the cigarette butt to his mouth and he inhaled the smoke once again, and then exhaled it. There will be no competition, Kryssy.... he commented, before he looked down at the table. Nobody else I know would let something like this happen to them and then not want the person who did it to be gone. the man spoke, immediately realizing that the woman did not want him to be out of her life, that she did not want him dead, or exiled from the pack or whatever. He did not call it love though. He only called this loyalty. Extreme loyalty it was, and one day, she might be rewarded for this in a bigger way, but for now, the only thing he could promise her was that he'd protect her and their pups. So thank you, Kryssy.


Mars thought hard about where they could go still, and soon, a name had hit him. He'd forgotten that once upon a time, he had met a dark man, his fur bleached white in some places, and he owned a huge horse, and he was a pretty big man himself. He spoke of a land called Dahlia de Mai. Mars knew that it was north of Halifax, so it had to be east of this land. I...uhm... he started to speak, his blue eyes looking back up at Krystalle. There's somewhere East of here that's called Dahlia de Mai. I only know a man there. Larkspur D'Angelo his name is... he mentioned, shrugging his shoulders before he lifted the tea cup to his mouth and he sipped on the tea. When he put the teacup down, he looked back at the woman again. We shall leave here soon. Sometime before they are born. he commented, deciding that if they were where they needed to be before they were born, they would have an easier time moving than if they were born before they moved.



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A little PP as far as her touching him; hope you don't mind. I can change it if you do.

She heard his words, but felt it hard to believe him. There wouldn't be more competition, not like what had happened with Orin, or so he claimed. Would she have to suffer more in a new place, simply because he wanted to be a father to illegitimate children? She wasn't sure, but if past told her anything, the answer would be yes. Mars could say as many pretty words as he wanted. The fact of the matter was that Mars had hurt her in the past, and she believed he'd do it again. Even if he didn't mean to.

His thanks didn't go unnoticed by the Shepherd mix, who paused in her thoughts and looked towards him. He was right. Most would have simply left, and she wasn't sure why she hadn't done the same. Because she loved him, or something silly. Yes, that was right. Because she loved him. After a moment's hesitation, she approached her sitting friend and placed her hands upon his shoulders. "Te amo." The words were spoken confidently as she leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek. "'n 'cause I love you, Mars, I ain' gonna leave you. But I swear, on everything I was raised learnin', that I will kill you myself if you ever do something stupid to me again. Comprende, mi amor?"

A bright smile drew life into her features as he spoke of yet another pack, and all she could do was nod. He was the one who had lived in this dreadful place the longest, and she was so glad to know he was looking out for her and the unborn children that they'd created together. "Sounds fine to me, ch'know? I can start gettin' our stuff in one place before we go. Bet Senorita will carry enough of it." She agreed that leaving soon was better than leaving later on; it would be difficult enough to travel pregnant, but to travel with newborn pups had to be a feat that took Herculean effort.

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OOC: i don't mind as long as you don't mind his reaction to the touch Smile +5


Mars did not know anyone in Dahlia De Mai besides the one male that he knew there (which was questionable if he was still there or not because it had been some time since he had seen that man) and between the few other females he knew, he did not like them to an extent like he had liked Orin. The only one who was anything close would be the woman who was standing here in front of him, and that lived in his house, and now, carried his "first" born children (there might have been more but if there were then Mars had no clue of them). The woman had walked over to him, placing a thin hand on his shoulder. His eyes moved up to look her in the face before she would lean down and nuzzle him. His maw let out a content whine, a natural reaction as well as the fact that his ears had panned back against his head. She told him that she loved him, again. This was not the first time this had been admitted, but now it was proven, because he had done something horrible to her, and she was willing to stay here with him. In a way, he felt relief in what she had told him, how she loved him, but that she would kill him if he hurt her like that again. It was a weird feeling to the man, but there was just a sense of peace knowing that she could end him if she needed to.


He hadn't spoken to the woman, but he had pulled her close by her arm, until she was standing directly in front of him and he had then proceeded to wrap both of his arms around her waist. His ear rested against her slightly bulge in her belly, and he merely listened as she continued to speak to him. His embrace on her was gentle, yet protective as hell at the moment. He had to develop a high protective attitude towards the woman now, not only because of the outside world, but now that he knew that it was not him, nor was it Bartholomew that was the father of these children. He needed to protect her from himself now as well. It would the one of the hardest things that he would have to do, but he wanted to and would try as hard as he could to do so. He didn't let her go yet though, for some reason he felt comfortable there, hugging her. There was something about his fur touching hers that he liked. It was weird to him. This all was.


You need to be careful with packing stuff. Don't try to lift anything that is too heavy. he told her, knowing that he would be able to lift anything heavy that needed it, if not then he could get the horses to help. Make sure you only load her enough to where you can still ride her. I think it'll be less stressful if you ride. the man made sure to tell the woman this. If not, then you can always ride Vox, and I'll just lead. the man spoke to her again, a small sigh coming from his maw before he had looked up at her from behind his growing bangs. He gave her a small smile. Would you like me to still make you something you know, bigger to be comfortable in? To keep you warm? the man offered, since his mind had gone back to his fabrics that he would be transporting to the new packlands when they got there.



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She didn't complain as Mars wrapped strong arms around her hips, resting his ear against her stomach to listen as she spoke. It was strange to be so close to Mars. Usually, it was Bartholomew who held her, Bartholomew who offered comfort. His gentle embrace left her subtly uncomfortable, yet she didn't stop him. Though he'd done enough to give her reason for hate or fear or outrage, she didn't want to lose the friend she'd followed so far to be with, and he didn't deserve having her back turned to him. After all, no one else could understand him the way that she could. No one else would take the time to realize the differences between his separate personalities locked away in his head. Most would have left him long before.

Moving would have to be done with some relative quickness, as she didn't want to give birth during a transition and didn't want to be in Cercatori all at the same time; Mars seemed to agree. His advice made her nod once. Though she didn't know from experience, she wasn't entirely ignorant to what pregnant women could and could not do. Nakzhi had always had so many, women who were allowed to relax from their chores and spend time creating items for their new children. But Krystalle wasn't like them. "Don' gotta look out for me, Mars. I can do stuff, I ain't an invalid, ch'know?" She pulled herself away as he gave her a smile, returning to the other side of their kitchenette remains in order to grab her bag from the floor of the living area. His words about her apparel caused her to pause. "Nah. Just a waste of time, anyways. S'almost summer, so it ain't gonna be cold, and I ain't gonna be knocked up forever." She gave a glance over her shoulder and tried to offer a gentle smile.

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OOC: +3


Mars was glad that the woman had not tried to move away from his embrace, not right away at least. She let him get his little affection from his body before she would move away from him and then he had watched her move to the other side of the kitchen and she had spoken to him, telling him that he didn't need to look out for her. Mars shook his head. I do need to look out for you. Your safety along with the pups' safety is top priority right now, Krystalle. the man spoke, telling her that she was top importance right now because of her condition. She also spoke of how she did not need new clothing because it was almost summer and that she would not be pregnant forever. Mars shrugged his shoulders, he already had been working on a new dress for her, and he was going to give it to her when it was finished anyways.


you have to promise me that you'll help me when this is all over. the man spoke to her, being very unclear about what he was talking about, and it could easily be mistaken for something else completely off topic. with the clothing.. he clarified a moment later as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, right over left and he put the cigarette to his maw and he sucked in the tobacco smoke and then he exhaled the smoke. He sighed lightly and then he had gotten up from his spot, finding it quite uncomfortable all of a sudden. Are you ready for lunch? he asked, wondering if she was hungry, in case she wanted him to cook her something. Can I play my guitar to them when they are in your belly still? he asked, the wish being rather 'immature', but Mars did want to bond with them, all of them, including Krystalle, and playing the guitar for their children and her was something that could start the bonding process..



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