[m] This hurricane's chasing us all under ground
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Back dated to July 19, because that feels like a better date for this. *shrug* Thread starts out for the first post in CdM, but they leave the pack lands into Ethereal Eclipse - feel free to make that happen in your post J. Word Count :: 400+

The land had been kissed by summer, and today was no different than each day for the last week straight. The Earth lay comfortable and complacent in the cradle of warm sunlight, life moved on like normal. It was a beautiful season to raise a family in.

Orin awoke early that morning as a tendril of sunlight seeped through the window and tapped her on the face. Her golden eyes opened slowly, squinting against the sudden light for a moment as yellow orbs flashed in the light. She lay there, a soft smile coming to her muzzle. The house was... silent. She raised her arms above her head, stretching though still laying in bed, and rolled over... and met the attentive stare of three pairs of eyes. She looked at them, surprised that the puppies were awake but hadn't made a noise, and then she giggled. “What are you lot doing up so early?” Her only response was a sudden onslaught of prodding noses and wagging tails.

The puppies lurched forward as one unit, nipping playfully at her. She yelped and giggled back, and tried to squirm away until she wriggled right off the side of the bed. That did not stop the puppies though, and one by one they hopped off of the bed and landed on their mother. Luckily it wasn't too tall of a bed or else it might have hurt, but instead the onslaught of mini wolves was little more than a cute-attack.

“Babies, what, give me a minute to wake up!” She pleaded uselessly, and everyone knew she didn't really mean for them to stop. She pawed at Vladmir with an open palm and sent the boy rolling away, then yanked the sheet off of the bed and covered all three puppies. That was her chance to make a break for it, and she hopped up and pranced out of the room while her brood figured out how to get out from under the sheet.

“Mars? Mars! Your children are awake and full of bees.” she said as she looked down the hallway, and walked toward the living room. She headed over to a window first and looked out at the bright, beautiful morning. “You know what? I think it's a good day for an outing. A picnic maybe. Perhaps we could hunt for the pups.” The sky was bright without a cloud in sight, and the sun was warm and inviting. It would be a great day for a hunt, and the forest just outside the Court would be perfect. Then their children could see what really went into finding food – the old fashioned way. Of course, they would really just be planted in one spot while Mars and Orin did all the work, but they could at least see and taste real, fresh meat just after the kill.


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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Ethereal Eclipse

Date: ~19 July (Backdated)

Weather: Sunny, hot

Time: Late Morning
Optime
Amon Russo
Senorita
Vox Populi

Mars Bartholomew Russo

OOC: The 19th of July is fine with me, also, I'm completely sorry for the wait on this. I suck so bad. Also, just some pp to get them out and going. You don't mind, right? Also feel free to control Amon at any time, especially with him driving the prey back to them (or not, because he shouldn't be present when Hurricane comes out). +8(849)


He'd awoken long before his children, and his mate. Ah, how good it felt for him to actually say that yes, he did have a mate now. She was his, and he was hers. It made him proud to say that there was someone out there that loved him enough to become his mate. This naturally made Bartholomew jealous, as well as Hurricane. Neither of them had expressed their hatred of this fact of the mateship of one of the personalities with a normal woman. Bart was jealous because he was going to make Krystalle his girl a long time ago, but Mars always got in the way when he tried to ask her. It was unfair to Bartholomew, and sooner or later, Bart would say something about it. Right now, though, Mars was solely focused on getting the breakfast he hunted for his family back to the family. He'd left his mate and children unattended for some time, for he had been out with his eldest son, Amon. Paz, his eldest daughter was just next door to the mother and the new progeny of the Russo clan, so if Orin needed help, Paz would have been there for her.


He'd try to take down a boar this morning, with the help of Amon and his growing skill with the blades that he had taken up in his free time. Mars was astonished about how good the male was getting, but then again, Amon was an intelligent being, so it shouldn't be much of a surprise. Maybe it was just because Mars never had any real interest in fighting styles or even hunting styles enough to actually know a bunch of different tactics. Amon was getting to where he was knowing a lot more than maybe he should know. They had gotten a good hit on the boar, but it ended up getting away and sooner or later the two lost sight of the boar, and then they decided to head home. They were quick to make it back to Lunenburg and once they had gotten there, Mars was quick to dismount Vox and walk into his house. Amon stayed outside, mounted on Senorita and he waited for his father.


As he walked into the kitchen, his mate started to call for him. He quickly strolled into the living room and was about to go down the hallway to go to the room where they were but she came out with a bundle of puppies in a sheet. He smiled at her and chuckled before she started to speak of how they should go out for a picnic. “Mind if Amon comes too? He's been with me all morning, and he'd like a second shot at the boar we were tracking earlier.” spoke the Russo male as he looked at his lovely mate and then he looked to his growing pups that were in the sheet. “And they might have bees in their pants because you put a hive in the sheets” joked the Russo man as he came closer to the woman and he licked the top of her maw affectionately and he grabbed her free hand and lead her outside.


Orin let the pups from their prison, and Mars grabbed his guitar, and a few other trinkets that they might need (unknowingly, he grabbed and hid the nailed bat in a cloth) and then he went to Vox and started to load the things on his back. Amon watched his father come out and the puppies barreling after him and Orin. Hello, Orin. Vlad, Misha, Svet. greeted the eldest of the Russo children. He did not dismount his steed though, for he did not feel the need to. Soon, they would depart from the safety of Lunenburg, Amon ending up running instead of riding, while Mars and Orin took the two Russo owned horses. The puppies ran with Amon, and the two adults kept an eye on the three puppies and the young adult, making sure none of them ran off. None of them did.


“Amon, we'll watch the pups, get on that trail for the boar. I can smell his blood. He's gotta be somewhere around here.” ordered the elder Russo as he pulled Vox to a halt and then he looked back at the mismatch eyed male. "Yes, Father." spoke the tailless male as he bolted off towards the smell of boar's blood. Mars watched as the male left, his ears pulling back on his head as he looked at the stub that once was a beautiful tail that curled and everything. It was Hurricane's fault that he was hurt. Hopefully Hurricane wouldn't do the same to these pups. “Amon is going to drive it back towards us unless it's already dead, but the wound on it wasn't that deep, so I'm sure it's still alive and kicking. Just prepare yourself for a charger.” spoke the male as he looked back at his mate and he finally dismounted his steed.

“Mars speaks.” “Bart bitches.” “Hurricane snarls.”

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Left it a bit open so we can say Amon either comes upon them, or the boar veers off and he follows and is gone while this takes place. Word Count :: 700+

As soon as Mars entered the home she could smell the woodsy scent of the hunt on him, and knew what he’d been up to. For one short beat she worried that the pair may have already felled their prey and that the babes would not see their parents hunt this morning, but soon realized that wasn’t the case. She looked down at the sheet of wriggling puppies and then set them on the floor with a soft bump, and one by one flailing limbs began to untangle themselves from the mess. Svetlana was the smartest one, waiting for her brother and sister to be free so they didn’t knot her up in it while she struggled, and then she just walked out of the pile. Orin smiled at her smart little girl.


“Of course, he’s one of our own,” she nodded. Orin had done her best to accept Amon and Paz as part of their family, because whoever had fathered them – Mars or Bart – they were still a part of him and he was a part of her. She waved to Amon when she walked outside with her brood following on her heels, Vladmir attached to her tail.


She nodded at Mars’s instruction and mounted Senorita, then let Amon hand her the pups. She balanced them abroad the mare’s back. They had done this before and thus far always executed horseback riding without any babies falling off, so long as they held still – which they did, for fear of falling off – but she would have to guide the mare slower than Mars could go with Vox.


The morning’s golden sun shone down warm tendrils on the family as they made their way to the borders, following Mars and Amon’s lead as they tracked the boar that they had injured earlier. Orin was a little worried, because boar were known to rage and fight more than deer. Oh, a deer would fight when you were on top of it, but boar were downright crazy, and would turn and run AT the predator. They were outside of the Court borders when they finally closed in on the animal’s trail, and when Orin dismounted and retrieved her puppies she found a large fallen log to perch them on. She hadn’t known boar to ever climb or leap.


“You three stay put and be good,” she said firmly, looking into their eyes and wagging a finger to punctuate her point. She meant business, and she was using the Mommy voice. Almost as if rehearsed, three little butts sat obediently atop the log. “This is a special day, and it is a privilege because we love you and we think you’re ready. We’re going to hunt, and it sounds like the item on the menu is a boar that your Daddy and brother were tracking earlier. Now boar aren’t like deer, they can charge. We won’t bring it too close to you but you have to stay on this log so I know you’re safe. If it gets away from us, it can’t get you here. Understood?” A trio of excited heads bobbed up and down. “Good babies.” She gave them each a nuzzle and a kiss, and then turned around to Mars.


By now they could hear the sounds of the boar crashing through the brush in the distance. Amon was already herding it toward them. “Oh no, I wanted time to change. I wanted to show them in Lupus.” She said, but unless the animal veered off course she would not have time to shift. Still, her role in this would be executed in a similar fashion in any form. Amon was to chase it to them, because Orin was light and nimble she would distract it with nips and dodge tusks and ultimately keep it busy while Mars closed in for the kill.


Excited, her tail lashed happily as she pranced past Mars and away from their puppies to find the ideal place in the woods. She was still within sight, and she gauged the air and the sounds to try to surmise the boar’s exact path and where she should be when she needed to surprise it and slow it’s flight so Mars could take it down.



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Mars Bartholomew Russo

OOC: Rawr. Transitions between Hurricane and Mars are hard sometimes. Also, so you aren't too bored you can play the pups, I left it a little opnen for that, and I hope you don't mind the pp of Orin. +5(682)


Mars was not a man of weapons, for he grew up using his claws and teeth to kill his prey rather than a weapon. Truth was, Mars didn't know much about weaponry. He'd never drawn a bow, or swung a sword. He was not a violent being to actually train in that field. Amon, however was. He was the one to hit the boar on the side with an arrow when they were previously out and about. The reason they came back was because they were getting too far from the Court lands and Mars really didn't want to have to drag it that far back. Since they had quit chasing the stupid boar, the beast had returned to the area in which they first found it. Lucky them. Mars looked at his mate as she put the three pups on the log. His pupils dilated on the woman for a moment. It wasn't a normal look that he gave, it was one of instinct, and one that was preditorial. He tore his gaze from the woman and they went to the pups. A smile pulled itself on his maw before he looked back towards where Amon went. He could hear the boar grunting, as if Amon was attacking it, and the rushing of something passing bushes, meaning it was running. Mars' hackles raised and he readied himself to chase down and kill. Orin told the pups to not move, and that they were in for a treat since they were allowed to come on this trip. If only she knew what treat they really were in for.


Amon barked and nipped at the boar's heels, and it threw it's head a few times, trying to get Amon, but the wolf-dog was too fast to move away from it. The freckled feet of the youth trampled over debris on the forest floor as he continued to herd the damned boar towards his father and Orin. Soon, the boar would finally veer to the direction of them, and he got it to charge towards them. The charging beast run straight towards Orin first, but as soon as it caught sight of the woman, it veered towards Mars, and again, once it veiwed the wolf, it switched direction. It ran between all three of the wolves, nobody being able to get close enough to it to bring it down. Mars snarled as he stopped just shy of running into his mate and he almost took off after the boar before Amon jumped up and ran after it. "Don't worry dad, I'll bring it back!" called the boy as he ran back off into the bushes with the boar.


Mars didn't understand what was happening, but he could feel his blood start to boil. He stopped, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, one of his pupils was large, while the other was pinpoint. The look was no more of Mars. Hurricane was here, and a smile was spread across his maw, one that was not natural for him. No. This all was wrong. Hurricane cackled as his eyes pinned on the pink haired woman. He let out a primal growl before he launched himself at her.


In a flash of white, coal, and brown, the man came down upon the woman. A fist headed towards the woman, before he grabbed her by her chest fur and he yanked her towards him. He underestimated how small Orin was, so she came in faster than he expected, and this surprised him enough to push her away as hard has he could. It sent her tumbling to the ground, towards a tree. He didn't see that her head hit the tree, for he had already turned his sights onto the three pups who still, obediently sat on the log. They looked at their father with googled eyes, not believing that they were seeing their father harm their mother. They didn't know that they were next.



“Mars speaks.” “Bart bitches.” “Hurricane snarls.”

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