Is this the only evidence that proves it? A photograph of you and I, in love?
OOC: Pixie Frost please. Sorry for the wait on getting this up @.@ Crimson dreams--Cinlia Hollow
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He'd been living with his children and his girl in Piccolo for some time now, and h did not fail to notice that none of the other pack-members lived so far away from the others like the small family had done. Mars did not want the other Dreamers to find him on an 'off' day which was why he had found himself and his family alone in the medium sized village that the Dreamers claimed as their land. Mars felt isolated though and he liked it for the most part but he felt like it was time to let himself be known within the pack, so he took his children from their mother for a break for her and he had gone wandering in his pack-lands. He had his children running around under his watchful eyes and he actually did not wear his leather jacket today, his bare back had finally been visible to the eyes of onlookers. He wore his pants at least though, finding this at least necessary. His white guitar also accompanied the male, for he had it strapped to his back.
Daddy, daddy! 'ook, 'ook! wasssaa dat! Amon chimed in his little puppy voice, as he ran up towards a large structure that was rusted and metal. Mars looked at the thing, and he cocked his head. He wasn't quite sure what it was himself, and he happened to be very educated otherwise. He had seen many machines, cars, and blenders, and other little metal trinkets that the humans had made. Mars scratched his head and looked at the boy whom looked exactly like he now. He looked more like Mars everyday that passed, though the little Russo's eyes were a mixture of both Mars and Krystalle. Actually, truth would be that both children picked out the heterochromia that seemed to be pretty dominant in the two families that the children were born into. Paz followed behind Amon, whom ran up to the huge metal object that Mars was marveling at.
Hey I didn't tell you that you can go up to it! the male spoke to the children, scolding them, but they didn't bother to listen. comm on dadda Paz had spoken to Mars, whom was chasing after the pups anyways, for they were trying to get on the tank. Mars pulled his ears back on his head and he cocked his head at the giant structure that smelt of just rust and metal and old death. It didn't seem to be that explored since there were a lot of vines all over it. Mars looked at his children whom were trying to climb on it. I'll help you guys if you make sure you be careful. the male spoke to them, willing to put them up there if he was allowed to get up there as well. ooooo!I yes, pweases?! chimed the little boy, and the little girl afterward, them both yipping about wanting to go up on top of it. Mars then would pick them both up, and then he put one at a time up on the huge tire and then he motioned for them to move down so he could get up on the tire. Amon was pretty scared to move once he was that high up and Paz was just slightly less fearful of the height. She was the first to budge a muscle for Mars but once she had looked down she got scared and froze. She almost started to whine. You aren't that high, don't you dare turn on those waterworks, young lady Mars told Paz. She sniffled and she let out a small whimper and laid down where she was at. Mars chuckled at them before he put his guitar on his lap and he started to strum lightly on the strings.
Pixie had decided that morning that today was not for exploring outside the territory. She had brought home something from her visit to Halifax with Barrett: a shiny new guitar, in extremely good condition after being kept in a back room of the music shop for all those years. Having taken most of the day after finding it to dust it off, she could see now that it was much glossier and a lot less scratched up than her old guitar. But the best part about it was the beautiful symbol—the outline of a dove in flight—carefully painted in black on the instrument.
The blue-gray wolf had spent nearly all her time since then with the guitar; she went to different places within the Crimson Dream territory just so she could play it, and she had written more songs and poems over the past month than she did in her entire life. Granted, most of them weren’t particularly deep or meaningful—one of them was just her observation of Magic swishing his tail to keep flies away from him. But she still enjoyed writing them, and that was what the planned to do today. After considering a few places on the pack lands that she could go where it would be quiet and peaceful, she settled on the hollow, which was very sheltered as well as having very little noise.
At least, that was what she thought. As the girl rode her horse closer to the hollow, wearing her usual jeans and T-shirt, she thought she could hear a high-pitched voice, like that of a puppy. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before she got closer and spotted two little ones jumping around the hollow, along with none other than Mars Russo. Pixie had heard news of her friend joining a while ago, but hadn’t gotten around to talking with him; he seemed to spend most of his time in Piccolo Village with his new family, and the fact that he chose to live away from most of the pack made the young wolfess guess that he wanted to be left alone, at least for a short while. However, now that he and his pups seemed to be adjusting to their new home, Pixie saw no reason to not say hello.
“Hey, Mars!” she called out, waving to him before dismounting Magic. “How’s it going? I don’t think I’ve seen you since you left Cercatori.” She walked up to him as quickly as she could, not wanting to run because of her guitar (which she was very protective of) on her back. She had to chuckle a little at Mars chastising his daughter, who seemed to be second-guessing her idea of climbing on top of the metal tank.
OOC: I'm completely sorry for the wait on this!! +5 (546)
He had been strumming on his guitar, getting ready to go into singing the first verse of his song when the sound of hooves hitting the ground had entered his ears. Both Paz and Amon froze in their spots and wondered whom it could be since Vox had been left back at the house. Maybe it was Senorita and momma Krystalle! The pups got slightly excited about the presence that was about to come to them, but when it was a different colored horse that came into view, as well as an unfamiliar pelt color of the rider on top of it. Daddy, who's dat? the small girl asked, pointing her ivory paw at the woman and her horse. Mars paused in his music and looked up at the woman. His eyes were no shaded by the sunglasses he normally had, and his hair still was very long and his bangs had draped over his eyes. He looked quite different from the last time he saw her, including a gnarly set of scars that settled on his muzzle from when Hurricane had 'played' with a princess.
Amon barked at her, his ears falling back on his head since his father had not said anything to the woman yet. Mars turned his head sharply and looked at the child. You hush. he spoke almost coldly to the child, whom did hush his mouth immediately. The woman spoke to him of how she had not seen him since d'arte. What dark days those were. Shawchert was a fucking idiot. I could not follow him, nor Skye anymore. They were not what was best for me, and with my children on the way, I could not chance their safety. he simply spoke, his voice actually rather bitter about the subject. Dahlia de Mai wasn't much better. They wanted to move over the mountain to make a new pack, and they basically wanted to sign the deathwish for Amon and Paz here. They were too young to make the trip over the mountain..It was too cold up there for their fur to protect them. the male spoke to the woman, knowing that she would ask next about where he went after that and why he left. He knew about her and her questions and he would rather her just save them for another person. He sighed lightly and he looked at Magic. He looked like he was doing good, as did she, since she did not seem to have any scars or anything.
I've been fine otherwise though. Obviously, i'm a father now. That's Amon Russo, and this little girl here is Paz Russo. the male introduced the pups to her before he would turn his head to his children, whom were wondering whom this girl was. This is a friend of mine, Pixie Frost.. And that's Magic, her horse. the male told the puppies. Amon smiled at the woman and yipped happily while Paz, the more talkative of the two had told her father that she wanted to be let down. Mars would help her down and then take his seat again, before Paz would run up to the girl and she smiled and looked at the woman's guitar. d'ya plays da geetar like poppa? the girl asked the woman.
As she drew closer, she noticed the scars on his muzzle and wondered how they had come about. In general, Mars looked more weathered and tired than the last time Pixie had seen him, but she wasn’t surprised by that; he had had pups and jumped from pack to pack until he finally settled in Crimson Dreams only recently. Noticing one of the pups pointing at her, the silver woman gave the girl a wave and a friendly smile. Pixie had yet to see the mother of the pups yet, but she assumed the pup got her pelt coloring and dog-like appearance from the mother. The son, who seemed less friendly than his sister, looked a little like Mars, but his eyes—one blue and one pink—were unlike that of his father.
The man explained why he had left Cercatori, and his opinion of Shawchert appeared to be much different than Skye’s; the new leader of the pack of artists had been the first to tell Pixie of Shaw’s leaving, and while she seemed stricken by his sudden disappearance, she had had no ill words for him. Pixie could somewhat sympathize with Mars, knowing that she, too, would be angry if her leader suddenly left for no reason. However, she fully supported Skye, one of her good friends, as the replacement leader, and she didn’t see why Mars thought she wouldn’t be capable of leading the pack. “Skye has managed to hold the pack together after Shaw’s disappearance,” she said, “even while carrying and raising pups. I’d consider her a good leader after she made through all of that.” Of course, Pixie did not live in Cercatori, and so she could only say so much about what she thought of Skye’s leadership when she wasn’t even under it. But as an outsider who only knew some of what happened within the neighboring pack, she couldn’t see why Mars would choose to leave, especially with very young pups, when there really was no pressing danger that would cause them to do so.
His opinions on Dahlia de Mai were more understandable. Pixie couldn’t imagine pups that age trying to make a journey over a mountain; she herself wouldn’t make such a journey unless absolutely necessary, due to her hatred of snow and ice. “So you left Dahlia…and came here instead?” she asked tentatively. “Good god, four packs in less than a year…you’ve sure been busy, Mars…in more ways than one,” she added cheekily, eying the two pups. “Your mate…she’s your friend from Cercatori, right? The one who came from the West, like you?” She had never formally met Krystalle, but Mars had mentioned her once or twice. Back when Mars was in Cercatori, before the pups were born, Pixie hadn’t been sure if he and the woman from Las Vegas were mates or just good friends that lived together. It seemed now that the former was the case.
She waved once again as Mars introduced the pups to her, and vice versa. Chuckling at Amon’s greeting, she watched as the tri-colored man helped his daughter down from the tank, so that Paz could run up to the silver girl and ask about her guitar. “Yes, I do,” she answered, swinging her guitar around in front of her so she could play it. The dove symbol shined beautifully in the sun as Pixie began to strum a mid-tempo tune she had come up with a while ago. She had played it for some pups she had met while passing through a town in southern Canada, and they had responded quite enthusiastically to it, jumping up and down and dancing to the rhythm. She wouldn’t be sure that Amon and Paz would react exactly the same, but it didn’t matter much to Pixie because it was a nice song and she was happy to play it.
OOC: I'm completely sorry for the wait on this again >.<'' !! +5 (667)
The girl explained to him that Skye was a good leader, and that she had been able to hold the pack together as well as have puppies. Mars did not hold a prejudice against the woman, but he always did find the woman to be off in some way. She and he did not connect and therefore, he wanted nothing to do with her. She was not bad, but she was not good to him either. She also had that idiot as a mate, so he did not want to chance having to rely on him to help protect his family if they needed it. Skye was just weak and weak minded in his eyes, so the pack also was weak in a sense to him. He did not speak after she had spoken these words, simply nodded his head and looked down at his guitar for a moment with his icy blue eyes. He thought of something to say, something mean, almost angry, but he kept his words to himself so that they would not get in a huge argument about the pack and it's leadership. His days in the Art pack were over, so he didn't really want to think about it much. But there was this one incident that plucked at his mind and he growled about it. There was this stupid girl too. She thought that she was all high and mighty, and she thought she could just order me around when she was lower ranking than I. Skye, nor Shawchert put her in her place. Nor did they put me in mine when I spoke out towards their idiocy. Weakness. he spoke, snorting after the last word he spoke and then he shook his head, his fingers plucking at his strings on the guitar, giving his words a soft, melody after them, that was darker than normal.
His son looked at him, his one erect ear up and the other flopped down. He had never heard his father get so angry about something before. Neither had Paz, so they both looked at the male to see the dark expression on his face before it had erased and he looked back up at Pixie, then to each of the pups. Pixie would then go on to tell him that four packs in one year was a lot of moving. He agreed and then she also went on to speak about how he had been busy creating the pups as well. His ears flattened on his head. He looked back down at his guitar before she had asked about his 'mate'. He had no mate, she was just a friend, and now mother to his first born children that he knew of. He hadn't spoken to the children about being mates, and he had no clue if Krystalle had ever talked to them about it either. He heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head. She uh....She's not my mate... he mentioned but he did not mention that the children were accidents. He would not mention this in front of them. It would hurt them if they knew. But yes, she has followed me faithfully between packs, even when she was pregnant with my darling children here. he spoke, the 'darling' word emphasized in a good way, another rare thing for Mars to speak like. Paz giggled at her father and his words, and Amon stared at him with hard mismatched eyes.
Uh...what about you, what have you been up to here, in Crimson dreams? It's been awhile since I've seen you. Got a man yet? he asked, since she seemed to be so keen on his status, he could only return the favor to her. Also...Want to play a song for them? They do like music a lot. Right, guys? he asked the pups. Amon barked in agreement and Paz nodded her head wildly. Yes yes yes! Pleases play fur uss, Peexee! Paz spoke to Pixie, smiling at the girl as wide as she could.
