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After the run in with Chisio, she needed to get out. She wasn’t entirely sure how she had turned into a quasi-scout for Salsola, but either way, she wasn’t sure if she liked it. She didn’t want more responsibility, even though she did want more prestige in the pack. After she left the loner be, she ran back into the heart of the pack, fled west to the stables, picked up Trader, and left. She hadn’t ever ridden before, but after watching a few pack members mess with the tack she figured it was easy enough to figure out. She probably hooked up a few things wrong but the buckskin didn’t seem to mind. She flew out of the territory just as quickly as she had come, only taking time to cross the Pictou at a very shallow section she knew about.
The horse was glad to get out, and he was happy to jump right into a gallop. The girl was a little nervous, but after a few minutes she got the hang of it. It was pretty scary, seeing land beneath her fly so fast behind her. She let the horse go at its own pace, so after a while he slowed down. They continued east, the girl having no destination in mind. She just wanted to get out.
The pale wolf finally got off Trader’s back as night fell. She had been riding all day and both parties were exhausted. She didn’t know how to light a fire but the coat she inherited from her actic wolf father made the chilly night air really pleasant, so she didn’t even need one. She let the horse graze and without anything else to do, she sat down and started watching the stars as one by one they came out. She sighed happily, glad with her decision to leave.
Bartholomew did not think twice about leaving the family he had created in Crimson Dreams because he needed the time alone, or with someone else other than them. Plus, Bartholomew did spend the time away from the children because of Mars' fear that they would realize that their father was batshit crazy. It wasn't like the children were not already aware of it because of the changes of mood and the way that some days, he would simply leave without a word to them, or without him acknowledging their existence. The children were going to be tipped off one of these days, and it only struck him as odd that they had not asked Krystalle about it yet. Or maybe they did, and Bart did know that it was unlikely that the woman would lie to them. Maybe the children were scared of the truth and that was why they didn't ask.
Bartholomew traveled far north to try and get away from the children. His white coat was hugging his body, the otter fur tied around his waist as a belt/skirt thing that he had made around the time that he met Ouija, whom was Mars' boyfriend of sorts. Maybe the reason he had come so far north was to seek out the male in hopes for a good time or something. Bartholomew wasn't all too clear on his reasons for wandering so far north, so it was a mystery in itself. Maybe he just wanted to stay away from that pack, and away from that home that was his and Mars'.
Night had well swallowed the land as the male continued to stalk around. He had come upon a clearing where there was a woman sitting, looking at the stars and a horse that looked very similar to Vox. He almost mistook the horse to be the stallion but realized that the marking were off, if just by a little bit. Hey there lady, ya' know yerr horse looks like uh, mah brotha's. he randomly called out to the woman a sly smile on his handsome maw. Whatcha' doin' out here all 'lone-like? he asked her, coming up and sitting down next to her.
Soooo sorry for the wait, I forgot to add this thread to my post log until now ;_; ill be much faster now!
A monochromatic mess came out of the darkness and startled Maggie as he appeared. She hadn’t been expecting anyone here, so the sudden company was very strange to her. He seemed pleasant enough, she decided, and didn’t want to yell at him for interrupting her peace. “Does it?” she asked absentmindedly, eyes glazing over as she looked at the steed. As he continued to speak, she pulled her knees up to her chest and clung on to them.
His question put the girl in a weird position; she wasn’t supposed to talk about Salsola, or her new job, or anything pack-related really. She weighed his words carefully, trying to figure out what she could get away with. He wasn’t trying to join the pack so she didn’t think lying to him was necessary. “I wanted to look at the stars,” Maggie said quietly, jade eyes staring into his steel blue ones.
The woman asked him for verification, and he nodded his head. Ya', he got da' same buckskin pelt. Thought it'wassa mah brotha's for uh' moment, I wassa lookin' fer him instead of ya' for a quick minute thur. the male spoke to her, nodding his head the whole time as he crossed his hands over his chest. He sat there next to her though and he looked at her interesting looks. She was quite pretty, reminded him of his woman, back at home, with that mohawk going on even though this girl had a blue 'hawk as well as silver fur and even a tail. Bartholomew did admire the fact that Krystalle didn't have a tail though. It made her unique, but this girl, she had a charm to her looks as well, no matter how plain she almost did look. A smile held on his maw as she spoke to him about her coming out here to look at the stars. Bart tilted his head back and his eyes looked up at the stars. He observed them, and slowly peeled his eyes away from them and looked back at the woman.
Teh stars arr beaut'aful an' all, but their beauty don't compare ta' yerrs. the charmer spoke, his icy blue eyes looking into her jade ones, and the handsome smile on his lips. Mah name issa Bartholomew Cubbins. Wha' can I call uh beauty like ya'? Er do I not get uh name? I can always call ya' "Diamond Beauty" if ya' don' want meh to know yerr name. the male spoke to her, chuckling softly about his words. He was ridiculous at times, and he knew it. Would he ever admit it? Probably not, but he definitely knew that he was ridiculous with his words, but often times, it was the ridiculousness that charmed the ladies into doing what he wanted, when he wanted. He had a certain charm to him that many guys did not have, which was probably why Krystalle fell in love with him, and other girls always were impatient about getting into his pants and on his dick. Not to mention that Mars himself was a very handsome male, even with all the scars and tattoos that littered his body. Those things seemed to just fuel the fires that were the passions of women whom he had been with.
Since I pretty much fail at life and can’t really reply well to old threads, do you mind ending this sooner rather than later? It’s my fault, and I’m really sorry. I suck so hard. SOSU:197
No harm done, she smiled pleasantly at the oddly colored man before her. His demeanor was unlike anything she had seen before; he felt dangerous and yet at the same time Maggie found herself leaning in to his words, her whole mind focused on what he had to say. He continued on, and the woman giggled at his compliments. She shifted her weight to her right hip, optime paw resting on top of it. She was attracted to him, that was apparent.
The odd man asked her name, which sent her into a fit of giggles. She licked her lips, widening her smile, and letting out a sheepish Maggie, before she cut off herself with another set of healthy giggles. Batholomew Cubbins is quite the mouthful, don’t you think? Not that she minded, of course. She wondered for a moment where he came from; he didn’t smell like the north and reeked of a pack she could only barely remember. Fia came into her mind for a second, but wasn’t sure. She had met that Crimson Dreamer so long ago she couldn’t be sure if he was from the same place as her.
Bartholomew could feel the interest that came from her. He saw the obvious signs of interest in him, and it made the male smile a wide grin that was all too classic of Bartholomew Cubbins. He let out his own chuckles as she giggled, the little giggle fairy that she was. She giggled out her name, a sweet little 'Maggie'. Her punk rock hairstyle was not fit for her name, but she still was a pretty little flower among the others that were scattered all over the valleys around here. She seemed as if she was a tade innocent to him, which also did not match the hairstyle (he knew that Krystalle was a tough little bitch, and that's why she rocked a mohawk) but this did not concern him. If she was innocent, then he could be partially innocent. She repeated his name, and she had asked him if it was a mouthful. He chuckled at her.
Ya' can always jus' call me Barty. Er jus' Bart. I don't mind whichever. spoke the accented male with the patchwork pelt. Also been called Cali befir. Dat was an interesting story. he spoke, for he did remember a few of the locals around LA were referring to him by the name 'Cali' because sometimes he would be Bartholomew and sometimes he would be Mars, so they gave him a completely different name altogether. It was weird, so he really didn't mention much about it as the two continued to talk on.
The two began to flirt more, and it got to the point to where they had a sort of make out contest with each other, and then they talked some more, and by the time they realized it, it was almost morning. Bartholomew tells Maggie that he has to go, and so he tells her that it was great to meet her and that he would see her again someday soon. With a good luck kiss, he leaves her and heads south, back towards Crimson Dreams.
