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Private for J/ Mars Smile WC: 855


The afternoon was bright and warm, the Autumn had rolled in quite quickly but for today the weather seemed to be fighting the potential chills, the sun hung high in the sky still, a few clouds littering what would have otherwise been a sky of clear unflawed blue. The hardier birds that had not left for the south were circling high in the sky, enjoying the bright weather and the subtle breezes that were blowing through the lands. In the centre of the pack lands lay the Haven Manor, the tall building's windows were gleaming in the sunlight, the old wood creaked slightly as it warmed, expanding slightly, unperceptably in the warm weather. The grass was still lush and green, the wind rustling through it gently as it was with the leaves of the trees, now more than half were bright vibrant reds and yellows, turning from their summertime green into their autumn colours, eventually they would fall and winter would set in, but most seemed to be holding fast, clinging to the branches of the trees determindly, not wanting to give in to the seasonal change it seemed.

The pair of sable females had stepped out onto the wooden porch of the house, smiling slightly at the sunshine, this was their new home and it seemed to be wonderful. The girls had been unsure when they had arrived here, being greeted by their new Consul, she had been huge and agitated, though she seemed to have softened when she realised that they shared her Patrician's blood. They had not really managed to explore the lands at all, they had crept into the house, sure that their mother would be there, following her scent to her bedroom door, her name was carved untidily into the old wood, the taller of the sisters, Rain, had traced the lettering with her fingers, grinning at her younger sister, but when they had entered the room they had found it quite empty, except for a note which had been laid on the bed carefully.
To whoever comes in here,
Although it pains me to leave here when we are having such difficult times I am afraid that something has happened and that I now have matters to attend to near to the Northern packlands, I hate having to leave when such things are happening. I shall be back in a few days, if anything should happen whilst I am away there is a sword under my bed, anyone is welcome to use it to defend our home.
I hope to be no longer than a few days,
Soran.

The pair had read over it carefully, realising that they need not be too worried about their mother, that she had simply gone to attend to some issues that had arisen in the more northern packs, they were unaware of the troubles that had happened within the pack, the problem with Naniko, anyone who knew this might have guessed where their sable mother had gone, but the pair simply took her at her word. The exhaustion had soon set in and the pair had slept for almost two days, curled around one another like cats on their mother's bed, wondering what had been so important that their mother had left the home that she had always spoke on so warmly.

The pair had waited in their mother's room for her return, passing the time by unloading their wooden cart, which was filled with a great many trinkets and useful items. They had waited patiently for what had seemed to be an age, finally their mother had stepped through her bedroom door, flinging down her canvas satchel and dragging the pair into a warm hug. The smaller girl, Kiwi had been overcome with delight to see their mother, her usual shy nature falling away, the three sable females had sat and spoken for hours and hours, Soran telling them all the new adventures she had been having since she had arrived here. This was how the girls had passed their time between coming to the lands and this very moment, when they had finally decided to go exploring, the younger girl, Kiwi was reluctant, she was a very shy creature and found it difficult to cope with new situations, but the elder girl had finally convinced her. The pair stood on the porch for a moment, allowing their eyes to adjust to the brighter light outside. The older sable female smiled and brushed some of the loose plaits out of her eyes, she kept the main body of her hair in a single thick braid which ran down her back, but the shorter, loose bits that were close to her face were dotted with small plaits, adorned with feathers and beads. The shorter girl's mane was very long and curled and held no such adornments, she found her own mane untamable and had ceased trying to make it neater and more like her elder sisters. With a grin the elder female reached and took the smaller girl's hand, the pair of them stepping off of the porch and into the pack lands.


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OOC → party party party we're gonna have a party, party party party, I'm ridiculousness i know. Tongue So is mars if you couldn't tell :]

Word Count → 682


The days following the incident with Ouija had been pretty awkward to him because he had been falling asleep random places and waking in random places. This time, he woke up and he was sitting in a chair, and Krystalle was in front of him, cutting his hair to the length it once was. After all of that hair work, trying to grow out his hair, here was Krystalle, cutting it! He did not say anything to her though. Bart? What's tha' matter? You got all quiet 'n mid'senence again. the woman asked him, not being able to see that he had transitioned over to Mars again. It was a good thing for her that he did not transition over to Hurricane, because he was the reason for the long hair in the first place, and he would be angry the moment he figured out that his hair was not long ebony locks like it had been before (even though it was never black to begin with, Hurricane was just very delusional.) then he was more than likely to flip his shit and kill whoever or whatever had cut his hair. If Mars knew that people were in danger, he'd warn the ones around him, but again, Krystalle had failed to tell him that he had a very violent third personality.


Bart? she asked again, since she had not gotten an answer. She went around to the front of Mars and looked into his eyes, she then noticed the look in his eyes. It wasn't Bart. Welcome back, Mars. she said dully to him. She still had some resentment for the male and the way that Mars had been treating her. Mars deserved it and he knew it, so he didn't fight it. Did Bart ask you to cut my hair or did he just agree to let you do it? he asked, remaining stock still so she would not mess up the cut. He uh' asked me to, ch'know? the woman responded as she continued to chop away the hair. Mars let out a small sigh, though nothing she should get overprotective of, though something in his head was telling him that she might. She might have done so in her head, but she did not make a big deal of it out loud to him at the moment, because she was trying to avoid the stupid drama that Mars seemed to like to make come up between the two. Aye. Thanks for doing it, I'm sure it'll look perfect when you are done. he spoke to her and gave a small smile to her before she went back to work on his hair, a comb in one hand and scissors in another. She put a smile on her face because of seeing the one on his face as well as the fact that he had complimented her in a weird 'Marsy' way.


It took the woman another ten or fifteen minutes to finish up his hair and once she had finished, he had given her a hug and a lick on the cheek, which made the girl pretty much melt in his arms. Who said Mars was not the romantic type? He could be romantic, but he just could not feel love, which had been what Bartholomew was good for. He then looked to his guitar. I'm going to go out for a little bit, want to join? With or without the children? he asked. Krystalle called the two children down and the family got ready for an outing. It did not take them long to get whatever they were getting before heading out and following the father to wherever they were going, which happened to be towards the manor, where all of the other dreamers seemed to dwell. The family settled out in a field though, the pups wanting to play and Mars wanting to chill and play his guitar while the shepherd woman would listen to Mars' beautiful music. Play beautiful music was something that Mars did best, so that's what he proceeded to do this afternoon with his family.


Image courtesy of Dan Holder; table by Haley.

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Ridiculousness is good, I approve of ridiculousness XD And I am assuming that Savina will let the girls join the pack, we've just not got there on our joining thread yet XD WC: 937


The sable girls were looking out from their standing place in front of the porch, looking this way and that, trying to decide which way to go, their mother had told them so much of the lands and they wanted to see it all as quickly as possible, even shy Kiwi was eager to get going, the prospect of exploring her new home being exciting to her. The taller girl was more keen to meet pack mates though, being a very outgoing creature, she and her sister were a balance to one another in many ways, Rain being the outgoing one, the strong, muscular one, Kiwi being the petite shy one. The taller girl grinned at her younger sister, silver eyes flicking across the lands, working out which way would be best for them to go, Kiwi clung to her hand, her own green gaze scanning the lands, she was biting at her lower lip, nervous at the prospect of bumping into some stranger. It was then that Rain silver eyes focused on a family, a male with a guitar and a female, with two pups playing nearby. The older female grinned, flicking the silver stud in her upper lip, looking down at the smaller girl.
"I think we have found our direction, let's go and make some friends." The elder girl said, looking down at her sister, taking a long stride towards the small group, finding that she was completely unable however, her arm being pulled back by her younger sister. Already the girl was hiding in her curled mane, her head tipped forwards so that her face was almost completely unseen, the hand that was not holding with a white knuckle grip onto Rain's own was over her face, hiding her. The girl was trembling, she had always been shy around those she did not know, once one knew her they discovered that she was a rather friendly talkative soul, but she was never at ease around those she did not know, she was most content when close to her family and only her family, even with her sister at her side she was tense at the idea of meeting new wolves, even if they were now to be as close to her as family, her pack mates.
"Please don't make us go over there, can we not just go for a walk in that Cottontail Valley place that mother told us of? I would like to see that, all of the flowers and the rabbits, with no-one there." The girl replied, her voice muffled as she hid behind her hair.

The older girl let out a sigh, squeezing her sister's hand gently, turning her back on the family and facing the younger girl, using her spare hand to part her mane so that she could see the younger girl's face. She smiled at her, the silver stud in her lip glinting as it caught the sunlight with this slight movement.
"And what are they going to do to us little sister? They are pack mates, they will soon be as close to us as family. They cannot possibly be that fearsome, look, they are obviously a family, the worse that can happen is that they ask us not to disturb their family time. Are they going to shout at us? No, of course not, come along sister. Courage. I will be here the whole time, I promise not to let go of your hand if you are really that scared." The female said in a coaxing voice, trying to convince her younger sister to go and talk to these new faces, after all how dull was life if one never met anyone? She did not want her sister to suffer a fate of lonliness, although she was quick to warm to wolves she never made the first move, she would shy away, leave rather than talk to a stranger, she would never get to a stage of warming to anyone at this rate. She gave her sister's hand another squeeze and met the green glare that was peering out at her from between the dark curls.
"You promise? You absolutely promise not to let go of my hand? If they shout at us I will blame you you know." The younger girl replied and Rain nodded in response, showing that she promised that she would hold her sister's hand and that nothing bad would happen to her. Slowly she managed to coax her sister into a walk, moving towards the family, she grinned at her sister as she heard the guitar music.
"See, one of them plays the guitar, surely that is a good thing, we already have something to talk to them about." Rain said, pleased to see that they had something in common with the bi-coloured male, their mother, Soran had instilled a great love of music in them all, teaching them to play music and read sheet music, already the sable girl felt comfortable here, they were going to make friends, she was sure. Her sister walked with her reluctantly, although she had raised her head, showing her face. Soon they arrived by the family, a grin cracking Rain's face. She dipped her head politely, Kiwi took this as permission and instead of bowing her head in a little dip, hid behind her curled hair again.
"Hello there! I am Rain Aatte, and this is my sister Kiwi, sorry she's a little shy. We're new here and thought we should say hello." Rain, always outgoing and more than used to having to talk for her sister, spoke, introducing them both cheerfully.


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OOC → :] This is the song he is singing I added a color code thing at the bottom so you know who's who when talking.

Word Count → 804


The two growing puppies had run off and started to play, though not out of eyesight of their parents while the two older wolvens had taken a seat on the ground in the beautiful field as well as the beautiful weather that surrounded them. In recent events of the time that had befallen the pack, it was hard to feel relaxed, and now, at this moment he was relaxed. He let out a rare, content sigh as his fingers started a melody by plucking the white guitar's strings. He looked at Krystalle while he played, his normally icy eyes (covered by his sunglasses naturally) had a rather warm look to them. Krystalle could not see the look, but something in her had told her that he was looking at her a certain way. She turned her head shyly away from Mars to look at her and his children. She knew that the two looked like mini versions of them, there was no denying the canniness of their appearances. She stared at them, and the more that they grew, the more they seemed to act like both Krystalle and Mars. It was weird for them to see the two evolve and see themselves in the children. They were first time parents, accidental as well, so they both did not realize that there was a possibility for things like this to happen.


To see you when I wake up is a gift, I didn't think could be real. To know you feel the same as I do, is a Three-fold utopian dream. he sang the words along to the melody. You do something to me, That I can't explain he continued, his voice powerful during this chorus. You could probably say that he was singing it for the woman in front of him. He didn't know why he chose this song in all reality. So would I be out of line, If I said, 'I miss you.' the male sung while he played the powerful chords to match the part of the song he was singing and he only glanced at his guitar for a moment before he looked back at Krystalle. His fingers would slow to a stop when there had been figures of females walking their way. He snorted lightly, but knew by the scent that they were just curious pack mates whom hadn't seen the family out and about before. It was because of the rarity of them actually going out of Piccolo Village and coming up to the manor. They lived in solitude because of Mars' condition.


The two of them approached the small family and Mars put his hand on the top of his guitar to rest it there and he looked up at the two. One was small, a child old enough to shift, so older than his own children, whom were running back over to see who the two new wolves were. The children looked at the other child behind the taller girl. Paz ran over to her mother and hopped on her lap and whispered in her floppy, tan ear. Who's dat', momma? Why doesn't she talk? typical question of a child to it's mother.'cause she's shy, querida. she spoke to her child. My name is Mars Russo, and this is Krystalle Horzana and our children, Paz and Amon Russo. Mars introduced them all, and pointed at each individual when saying their name. Amon looked at his father and looked at the guitar. Why ya stop playin, dad? I was liking that song yrr singin. he spoke to his dad and he put a paw on the strings and he dragged his paw across it to make the guitar make music. Ya' gotta teach me how to play guitar dad. Ya' gonna do it right? he asked Mars and he put his hand on his son's head and ruffled his hair. Yeah, you need to grow up and get your optime form before that happens buddy. he spoke to Amon and gave the boy a chuckle. Amon then pulled away from his father and then ran over and looked behind the woman at the girl. Hey, you mind teaching me how to do that? To make yourself big like that? Op-te-me, my dad calls it. he asked the little girl.


Is' pleasure t' meet you two. Been lonely down 'n Piccalo, ch'know? she spoke to the sable girls before she turned her head to the man with the sunglasses over his eyes for a moment and then she moved her pink gaze back on the woman. Mars nodded his head in agreement to the woman. It seemed like they were not part of the Dreamer family because of it but he could not be part of the family in the same building as everyone else. Hurricane would have too much fun.

Krystalle, Paz, Amon, Mars

Image courtesy of Dan Holder; table by Haley.

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