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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-24-2011, 08:43 PM

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OOC: this is forward-dated to the night of Sunday, June 26th echelon is the song he is singing, Krystalle posts first please everyone, and also +5

The journey had been long, so very, tiredly long. Their pups had been restless at times, them just beginning to see the world. They never knew anything but darkness and milk before they had opened their eyes. They now squirmed and were beginning to walk and stuff now, so they were beginning to be a handful for both Krystalle and Mars. Them having to move again had been a nightmare! He didn't want to move from their cozy home in Berwick, but Dahlia de Mai would be no more, and they would not have a pack to live in because of Nayru and this Razekiel man had found some place "across the mountains" that was "beautiful and tranquil". Mars was not entertained by having to haul puppies over a mountain, especially when it got too cold up there. There was no way that two week old puppies with shortish fur were going to not freeze before they made it back down to where they were safe from the cold. Mars was not going to put his children in the danger that Nayru had forgotten to think about before she thought of moving the pack over a dangerous mountain. Maybe this was their way of getting rid of Mars without having to deal with it. That would have sucked if it all was just a conspiracy to get Mars and Krystalle to move on to the next pack..

Mars had known of this pack by a woman by the name of Pixie. She had spoken of the place, and it was once dangerous like CdA. At this point in time though, Mars was trying to find any sort of safety. He just didn't want to go back crawling to the kingdom to be chewed out by his brother and have to face living near all of that water. There was too much running water there. Mars was afraid he would drown if he went back there. There was no way he was going back there. Not unless it was his very last option. Then he'd have to go back and face the music he guessed. Speaking of music, they could really use some music now. Music to relax the group of travelers. Illiya and Adrian did not follow, for they were stuck with the Dahlians for some reason. They would be able to make the journey. Mars knew that one day he would see his little brother again. Until then, they would have to say goodbye. Mars would come to visit maybe. Maybe when they were bigger.

The small family, their things and their steeds and pet(Axel the sheep) had arrived at the marked borders of Crimson Dreams. He couldn't believe that he was having to do this for the second time in a row, within a month's time. He didn't want to be doing this, but he was going to anyways. The man lifted his head to the stars and called for a leader to come to them. While he waited, he turned his white guitar to his belly and he moved over towards Krystalle and their children. He started with a few soft chords and then he started to sing to them. Look at the red red changes in the skyyy.....Look at the separation and the border lineeeeee.... But don't look at everything here insideeeee and be afraid afraid to speak your mind....It took a moment before i lost myself in heree....It took a moment that i could not be found....Again and again and again and again i see your face in everything it took a moment in a moment that i could not be found... the man sung to his woman, his children...

Krystalle Horzana · 06-25-2011, 11:30 AM

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One Krystalle Horzana, one Amon Russo, one Paz Russo and one paint mare named Senorita.

It seemed as if they'd only just left Cercatori for Dahlia, and already the small family was forced to traverse the earth in search of another. Krystalle found herself exhausted. Paz and Amon were draining her physically. She almost wished she'd stayed in Nakzhi, away from Mars and the awful place she'd ended up. Instead, she was overstressed and exhausted, mother to two kids she hadn't really wanted. Paz and Amon were a handful. As carrying them had been made easier by the otter-fur sling Mars had made, she couldn't complain on that front, but it offered them the chance to fight more in close quarters. The girl kicked her brother. The boy kicked back. Both of them squirmed too much until they elicited anger from their usually passive mother.

When they stopped, she was relieved. She sat, releasing the pups from the sling to flop sideways on the ground in exhaustion. The rambunctious and young pups chewed at each other and squeaked until Mars called out to the leaders; silence fell over the twins to match their mother. It wasn't until Mars started to sing that the air was filled with anything but silence. She ignored him as he came to sit by the trio, staring into nothing with emotionless eyes. A huff of a sigh escaped her. "Shut up, Mars." Her words were quiet and annoyed, and they caused the once-more chewing puppies to fall silent again. They understood that when the woman who cared for them rumbled so, bad things were afoot.

Ehno Marino · 06-25-2011, 03:17 PM

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:o wc:306

Ehno had decided to settle down in a shady spot not far from the lakeside that morning, a small block of wood in one hand and his trusted carving blade in the other. It was idle work, something for his hands to do while he took the time to simply relax. The wooden block in his hand was beginning to take the form of a hawk, the rough shapes of wings starting to take shape. The Marino studied it, deciding what part he should focus on next. He was startled out of his reverie by a howl, one that was surprisingly close by. Ehno sat up, amber eyes turning in the direction of the howl. Well, well, looks like they had visitors today.

Ever curious, the male stood, brushed away some stray grass that clung to his fur, and began the trek toward the borders with his rough carving work in hand. A somewhat-brisk pace brought the Marino close to the nearby stretch of borderlands after some time. He set about trying to pinpoint the location the call had come from, but that soon proved to be quite an easy task. The sound of music was in the air, accompanied by a singing voice. He raised an eyebrow, but remained silent as he made his way toward the sounds.

What he found there was quite a surprise--what seemed like a whole little family and a number of hoofed companions. The Dreamer blinked at the sight of them, eyes widening once he realized that he knew one of them. "Krystalle?" he called out, taking a few steps closer. "What are you doing here?" Amber gaze strayed over the group, taking note of the pups, the horses, and supplies. It gave him quite a clear idea of exactly what they were here for, but the sight was a surprise, nonetheless.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-25-2011, 04:49 PM

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OOC: +3

He knew the woman was on wired nerves, that the pups were driving her nuts. He knew that this all was stressful, and it had also been stressful on the mind of the crazy man that had been the cause of all of this. He tried his hardest to please the woman though, by hunting everyday for them, by trying to make the right decisions for them. Dragging them down to Crimson Dreams was hard, on both of them, and the tiredness in the Russo's eyes was starting to show on his down moods and the pained looks on his face that would often cross his mind. He'd been trying hard to ignore the chitter chatter of Bartholomew in his other ear, and it was driving him even more insane having to listen to the bickering of Krystalle with the pups, and then having to listen to himself just talk and talk and talk about absolutely nothing and everything all at once. Mas wished for it all to just be silent. He had been singing to them, and there was a firm "Shut up Mars" that came from the woman. His ears fell back on his head and his fingers abruptly stopped the melody. He did not speak a word. Instead he hid behind his sunglasses and turned away from Krystalle and the pups. She probably didn't even want to talk to him. Like always. Why did she stay with him if she never wanted to talk, or let him play for her? He didn't know.

He sat there in silence instead. It was a brief one, because the sounds of another approaching would be evident and the icy orbs that hid behind those shaded glasses had looked out to the being. He was brown and ivory, and he was tall, wolf-height so Mars could only figure that the man was wolf. The curled tail of the man had dropped to a submissive state and the man addressed Krystalle first. Mars' ears fell back on his head and he looked at the ground. He did not speak because he was not spoken to. He did, however, wonder how these two knew each other. He guessed that they had met randomly at one point, which meant that she too knew someone of the opposite sex in this pack. That meant that Mars could try to accuse her of things if she tried to accuse him. It's not like she didn't try to tell him last time that there "better be no surprises". There better be no surprises from her.

Krystalle Horzana · 06-25-2011, 06:39 PM

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Mars heeded her request and they sat in silence for a moment. Who approached them surprised Krystalle; she'd forgotten that the handsome Italian lived in the place known as Crimson Dreams, though she was pleased enough to know he hadn't forgotten her. Almost as if turning her back to the man and children she'd brought with her, the Latin woman scrambled to her feet, a bright smile livening up her otherwise hampered expression. True, she and Ehno had only met once before, but it hadn't been so long ago that she couldn't be glad to see a familiar face; as far as she knew, only Mars had friends in Crimson Dreams.

"Me 'n...Mars 'n his kids had to move 'n stuff, ch'know? And he came here." The pause offered her time to think. She didn't expect anyone would fault her children with the musician, but she also didn't want others to believe she and he were tied in some awkward relationship; they weren't, and as far as she was aware, he didn't want to be. As Paz started to complain, Krystalle shot a look to Mars, face tightening with irritation. Being a mother was far too hard for the fragile stress level of the Horzana.

Ehno Marino · 06-25-2011, 09:53 PM

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Ehno was pleased to find that the Latin woman remembered him as well, as evidenced by the smile that lit up her feature as he approached. The Italian man's faced was brightened by a smile of his own as she scrambled to her feet. He hadn't known what to expect to find here at the borders, but he was always happy to see a familiar face. He stopped a short distance away from the group, eyes idly counting their numbers.

Krystalle's explanation of having to move matched up with his initial assumption. Amber gaze drifted to the musician, Mars, as he was mentioned. The father of the two squirming pups, it seemed. Her phrasing left the Marino wondering about her own connection to the youngsters. The flash of irritation that crossed her features declared that she wasn't too fond of them. Perhaps it had been a stressful journey? Regardless, Ehno refrained from commenting on the subject for now.

"Oh? Things not working out for you in Cercatori?" he asked. He was unaware that they had departed from there some time ago, and he had not encountered a Dahlian in so long that he had all but forgotton the scent of the flower pack. "Well, I'm sure you'd all be welcome to join us here, if you're in need of a home," he continued, gaze drifting between the woman and the musician. He hoped that there was no dark reasoning behind their sudden need to move, though he doubted it.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-26-2011, 05:01 PM

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Mars looked away from the woman, and rather away from the man as well. His eyes were down on his feet for some time. He had sighed lightly before his eyes were turned back up towards the two,eyes still shaded from the world by the glasses that hugged his face. Krystalle would speak to the man and then Paz would start to fidget and squirm in her arms. She shot a look to Mars that made his ear fall flat on his head and he had come close and took the girl from the ground so that she would hush. Shhh, Pazzy. he told the little girl, she fidgeted more, and he sighed lightly at the little girl. Mars wasn't very great with kids, and him taking control of them while she conversed with this other male. When the man had mentioned the pack to the north, their home before Dahlia, Mars lifted his lip. D'Arte could not protect their borders from murderers. he spoke, his voice dark, and low. They could not keep us protected. and Shawchert left. We couldn't stay. the man spoke to the other, even though he was not particularly being talked to.

Mars fought with himself to tell the other man more, and he looked down at his pants for a moment. He reached his hands to the corner of his glasses and he lifted them so that Mars could see the male. He looked at the other with his icy blue eyes and he opened his mouth to speak. My name is Mars Russo, and these are my children, Paz and Amon Russo. Mars introduced the three, finding it unnecessary to introduce Krystalle since he knew whom she was. And we would like to find a home here, in Crimson Dreams.. the man commented, and nodded his head.

Krystalle Horzana · 06-27-2011, 01:08 AM

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J, she wasn't holding Paz.

Mars spoke up before Krystalle could answer more of Ehno's questions, and the woman fell silent. Pale pink eyes surveyed the territory behind her Italian acquaintance, curious of the change in scenery; something about this Crimson Dreams was different than both of the prior places she'd called home. It was certainly different than Nakzhi or the ruined city where she'd met the Russo. Maybe she'd be lucky and it'd suit the group more. Of course, after following Mars across the world only to move twice in such a short period of time, she wasn't holding her breath. With all of her luck, the leaders there would simply be more of the same — selfish, immature, unfit for their position. Had she wandered into a world of inadequacy? It was starting to seem so.

It didn't matter, though. Whatever loyalty she had still clung to her person and she knew that following Mars was the right thing to do. At least for the children, that she hadn't named as her own just yet. The resemblance between the squirming little girl and her subdued Latin mother was clear enough that words did not need to say much else. A heavy sigh escaped her lungs. "If y'all would take us, I guess; we don' really have much else to go." Her shoulders shrugged upward, eyes closing for a moment as she allowed the words to sink in. She was, without Mars, entirely alone in the strange place. It was frustrating.

Ehno Marino · 06-27-2011, 11:10 PM

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Slight bit of pp at the end here, hope its alright? And I suppose a leader could pop on in whenever, now. wc:321

The male finally spoke up, taking the opportunity to answer Ehno's question himself. It was a bit disconcerting for the Dreamer to learn of murderers lingering behind the borders of other packs. It touched a bit too close to home, considering recent events within Crimson Dreams as well. "We had our share of trouble this past winter, I must admit," he said after a moment's hesitation. Perhaps not what they wanted to hear, but the Marino was determined to prevent a repeat performance of such a thing from occurring within their borders. "But I will personally be making sure that doesn't happen again," he continued, words taking on a dark tone seldom used by the male. Ehno might not have been a fan of fighting, but threaten his family, his pack, and he could become uncharacteristically vicious.

Ehno took in the following introductions, ice blue meeting amber as the men studied each other. "Piacere, Mars. Good to meet you, and your children as well." If they were all here to join, it would be best if they got right down to business, then. "Well, let's see what we can do for you," he said, turning to face the packlands once more. Ehno let forth his own brief howl, calling specifically for Anu or Savina. Adding to that Mars' call from earlier, and he hoped that they would be able to run into one of the leaders and get this over with quickly, for everyone's sake. He looked back over his shoulder and waved the family of four forward. "Follow me. Maybe we can meet them along the way." He led the way past the borders once he was certain that they had everything in order. "So, there any skills you have that you think the leaders should know about?" he asked the two of them. "You know how it goes." He shrugged. Typical joining questions. Not something that could really be avoided.

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Savina Marino · 06-29-2011, 03:22 PM

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Hola :o

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The Consul had heard the first howl, but she had been wrapped up in one of her books of Roman history and figured that one of the other members could attend to whomever had come to their borders. When she had first started to read through these books she had focused mostly on the aspects of government and social society and simply gazed over anything military. The Marino was a peaceful woman and so was the pack that she lead; they had no need for martial knowledge. However, some of the stories of Roman military exploits were quite interesting she had come to find out. Such as their fight with this Hannibal person, a man from Carthage. He had taken elephants and his whole army over the mountains that protected Italy from the rest of the continent and had wrecked havoc upon the Romans who had not been wise enough to think him a valid threat. It made the woman wonder—what would happen to Crimson Dreams if someone decided to attack them?

A second, familiar howl, roused the woman from her reverie however. This call came from her brother and was specifically for herself or Anu. Whomever had been at the borders must be seeking acceptance into the pack. Savina placed the worn piece of paper she used for a bookmark between the pages of the history tome and rose. Swiftly she exited the manor and followed the call and scent of her sibling. As she approached, she was quite surprised to see the crowd that came into view. Emerald orbs widened as she took in the two adult canines, two pups, two horses, and a sheep. There had never been such a large group seeking acceptance at once.

As the raven woman came within speaking distance she painted her usual soft smile upon her face. "Ciao brother." She looked at Ehno before her gaze swept over the ragged little band. "I am Savina Marino, the leader here. I guess that you seek acceptance into our ranks?"

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-29-2011, 03:47 PM

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OOC: not a problem with me +5(853)

Ehno had admitted to the troubles of the Dreamers. Mars knew about this trouble, but as far as he knew, they'd tried harder than the Cercatori folk to get rid of the problem. Pixie Frost had made sure to tell the male of the troubles of one of the Alpha's pups being murdered as well, which made him wonder if it was the same culprit or not. The culprit that was behind the Cda murders was killed in Phoenix Valley, as far as Mars heard but he had not heard what had happened to the one whom attacked the Dreamers. At least their leader did not abandon them in their time of need. That's the part that threw Mars over the edge. Shawchert should have never left, because now his pack would be in shambles if he ever returned. Mars hoped that he never did. The last thing he wanted to see was Shawchert's disgusting face. He'd made Orin unpure and then couldn't take care of his pups, or Orin, and he couldn't take care of his pack. Mars blamed this all on Shawchert. Dahlia De Mai had been a good pack to Mars and Krystalle while they were there, but the secretiveness of the move that was happening had turned them off, as well as the fact that their pups would not make the trip, and neither would the nerves of either Mars nor Krystalle. The Dreamers and D'Arte both had the same problem, it's just that the Dreamers handled the situation better than D'Arte. They knew there was a murderer in the midst and let him strike more than once before doing anything about it. Innocent lives were taken and it was unnecessary for it. The night that it all happened, something should have been done. Not days, weeks, months after. the man spoke to the other, icy blue orbs locked with the other male's for more than a few seconds before the man found his submissiveness again and looked away for a moment. The other spoke of how he would personally not let murders happen again in the packlands or pack members. These words brought relief to the Russo man.

The other male had no objections to them staying, for they looked as innocent as could be with children and a concerned aura built around the two and their children, or at least around Mars and the children. Krystalle looked much less caring about the pups at the moment, but she was as hard to read as Mars was at times where he did not make himself completely clear. The other male also said a word that Mars did not understand. He cocked his head, but the other male continued to speak of how nice it was to meet him and his children. Mars nodded his head. It's a pleasure as well. he spoke, nodding his head lightly before he glanced to his horse and ram and then was told to follow the other male after the other had thrown up a call to the leaders. Mars reached for the reigns on the horse, and grabbed them. He leaned down to put Paz back on the sling where Amon sat and he picked up the sling. He looked to Krystalle and he pulled an ear back. He had the guitar on his back, and he was leading both his horse and a sheep, so he slightly hoped that the woman would either take his guitar so that he could carry the children, or vice versa. Whichever.

The tri colored man would pass off whichever item she chose, and then he would lead Vox and Axel along behind the male whom had forgotten to speak his name. It wouldn't be too long before the group would be joined by a large ebon female. She was tall, like the other male, it made Mars feel tiny, simply because he was mostly mixed with dog, only some of his blood was wolf. In all reality though, Krystalle was the smallest adult here. They were greeted by the woman, apparently this male was her brother, and she used a language that Mars was unfamiliar with just like he had done before. She told them that she guessed they were there to join. Mars nodded his head. You guessed right, lady Savina. My name is Mars Russo, and these are my children, Amon and Paz Russo. the male introduced everyone, excluding Krystalle only because he figured that she would want to introduce herself. He didn't even know what to introduce her as anyways. Everything was complicated. I was just going to tell your brother what my skills are, if you'd like to know as well, Miss Savina. the man started to speak, and he looked at his white guitar. I play music, and I can make clothing. I also cook a little bit, and read and write. I also have a little bit of a green thumb. I used to grow wheat when I lived more south of here. the man spoke to her, giving a handsome, yet nervous smile that seemed awkwardly placed on his maw.

Krystalle Horzana · 06-29-2011, 10:52 PM

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She listened to the two men talk, folded ears twitching as Mars spoke of the murders that had happened in the artist pack; though he spoke of innocent lives, that something should have been done the night it had happened, Krystalle felt differently. Rather than caring about those who had died, she silently wished the white-furred reader had been killed as well. Though Mars and his Latin friend had not spoken of Orin since her disappearance, Krystalle still felt firm belief that the tri-coloured man harboured feelings for the lost Takekuro. It was disturbing, not because they had children, but because Krystalle had tried for so long to garner reciprocated feelings and had only just gained them. She didn't believe Orin had done the same.

Her pink eyes wandered, as did her mind, until the appearance of a dark woman drew her attention back to reality. More Italian was spoken, and she called Ehno brother and it made Krystalle smile faintly. She introduced herself as Savina, and Krystalle opened her jaws to reply until Mars spoke first. Her mouth snapped shut and she busied herself with their belongings as he went on to explain his skills to the emerald-eyed beauty. She didn't forget to notice that he spoke nothing of her, though she was standing right there beside him; she'd introduced him to Ehno, where was her introduction in return? The stub of a tail hidden under her kilt drooped slightly.

Just because he didn't introduce her, as he busied himself with his own possessions (and their children), she didn't offer her help. Instead, she gathered Senorita and ensured the makeshift saddle bags were secured properly before turning her attention to Savina. "'m Krystalle Horzana; 'm a writer, 'n I read. Sometimes I make pottery. Nothin' really useful, but 'll try and help out around when 'm needed to." She keep her head fairly low to offset the fact that she didn't avert her eyes — her father'd always taught her to speak with a fixed gaze, to let the person know they were being spoken to.

Ehno Marino · 06-30-2011, 07:28 PM

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Ehno listened in silence as the Russo man elaborated on the troubles that d'Arte had faced. It troubled him to realize just how treacherous many of the souls in this region seemed to be of late, but he would not let it bring him down. Instead, he used the knowledge to strengthen his resolve to protect those who called the Dreamer lands home. "A shame," he had said, when Mars had finished speaking of the murders. How could their leader stand by and do nothing while those who stood beneath him suffered? Such a thing would never make sense to the Marino.

It did not take Savina long to reach them, and he offered her a smile and a nod in return of her greeting. He listened on in silence as Mars spoke up again, introducing himself and the children and informing them of a wide variety of skills. Amber eyes watched each of them as they spoke, turning back over to Savina once Krystalle had said her piece as well. "They've come all the way from another pack. I've met Krystalle once before. I'm sure they would all make a fine addition to our ranks," he vouched. He may have only known Krystalle, but he chose to trust that Mars and their children had hearts as good as hers seemed to be. He could see no reason to believe otherwise, despite the tension that seemed present between them.

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Savina Marino · 06-30-2011, 10:14 PM

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I'll go get you guys titled up! Big Grin Not a great post, but wanted to get it up quick >.>

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The multi-colored man was the one who spoke first and so her jeweled gaze settled upon him and the small pups that he carried. The mother looked over the two squirming bundles and immediately felt sorry that they were looking for a home with such little ones to care for. Traveling was no doubt quite difficult and stressful with such young pups. As he spoke his last night, a light of curiosity lit in her eyes. Russo was the name that Ehno's and her despicable father held, but she doubted he was of any relation to Serge. There was another by that name she knew, however. After this was all taken care of, she would have to ask if he knew Rurik. "I would be quite pleased to hear of your skills Mars," she spoke kindly in her accented tones. The Russo man's skills ranged far and wide and she had to admit she was impressed with the talents he professed to. Then the woman spoke up, giving her name and her own skill set. The Consul took it all in with quiet attention.

Finally when Mars and Krystalle had both said their piece, her brother spoke in their favor, apparently having crossed paths with the doggish woman before. Savina nodded as she looked back to the two adults kindly. "Your skills sound like they will serve us well, and I trust my brother's opinion." Honestly, she would have been tempted to take them in for the sake of the little ones alone, but was heartened to hear of what the two could bring to Crimson Dreams. "Welcome to Crimson Dreams Mars, Krystalle, Paz, and Amon. We can show you back to the manor if you wish—it is were most of our pack resides. There's also a stable where you can house your horses and your sheep." It seemed good they had decided to build one, Savina would never have guessed to have so many horses moons ago.

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