Sorry for the wait :/

Vox had urged him to go for a ride. It wasn't like he could deny the beast some riding time, and between his older children and his newborns, he had been quite busy. He was in between Orin and Krystalle right now, not knowing what to do about the woman who knew who he was, what he was. Krystalle had always been so awesome to him, and even though she hated a lot of his decisions, she still stood by his side and let him raise his children with her. Now they were a year old, and they were ready to go off on their own. It was weird that they both wanted to stay. Then again, the children were still very dependent on Mars and Krystalle, so it wasn't much of a big deal that they wanted to stay. He sighed lightly as he rode along on Vox's back. Vox knew that Mars was stressed and that it was time to get away for a little bit, so he urged the rider to take him out of the pack lands to go chill somewhere where he could just calm down and think things over by himself. Mars even brought his white guitar with him, and it was strapped on his back.

Sooner or later the man would find himself in the Western Tangles, just wandering really. No direction to his adventures, for the man was just trying to get away so that he would be able to clear his mind. He pat his mustang's strong neck as they came upon a lake. Mars was willing to get into this water because it was a lake, and not the ocean - he could see the land on the other side. It was time for Mars to bathe anyways, for it had been a few days since he had done so. He sighed lightly (and he didn't notice the woman sitting in the water to his far left. Vox noticed the woman though, but did not urge his master to noticing her. Instead the beast let his master move from his back and watched as he started to strip his clothing. He first stripped his Guitar and put it against a tree that was close to Vox, and then he started to strip his shirt and jacket, and then his pants, and last to come off was his dark shades. The heap of clothing was placed in front of the guitar and then he shook his fur out to get it straight and fluffed instead of all pinned down from the clothing he wore. His tail curled over his back and he moved towards the water slowly. When he came to the shore, he slowly submerged himself, one step at a time because of his irrational fear of large bodies of water. He was scared as shit at the moment, but he needed a bath. Dirt was coming in clumps off of his fur and sooner or later he would get comfortable enough with the water to drench himself in it.

His blue eyes never left Vox until his ears heard the small trickling of water, and so he turned his bright blue eyes towards a fellow Court member. He could tell because of the smell that would hit him just moments later. The scent was strong, and it was just like Krystalle's and Orin's smell when they were in the same state. He grew scared again, and he submerged himself halfway underwater as if he was trying to avoid the woman...

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Mars awkwardly looked at the woman with his eyes above the water as well as his nose, like a alligator looking over the water to see what was going on. His mismatched ears fell back on his head as he looked at the woman. Mars had much more self-control than Bartholomew, and Hurricane by far, but Mars still did not like the possibility of anything happening. Mars didn't know what would happen if he was pressured into it, because he never was pressured into it before. Normally he turned tail and ran away for a week or so before he would come back and see that everything was back to normal. Vox the mustang looked at the woman himself, watching the way she looked at him, like he was a meal. Vox stomped his hoofs against the ground to get her to be frightened of what he was to do if she came after him. Mars did not speak to the woman, no, for that would not have been a good thing for him. He didn't like that she started to come towards him either. He grew increasingly nervous and he tried to slink away from the woman, but her strides were smooth enough for her to effortlessly approach him faster than he was able to run away. His ears remained flat on his head as did his shaggy brown hair that was now wet.

She introduced herself, and asked him if they had met. Mars shook his head and tried not to breathe in. He couldn't help but do so though. He put some more distance between them and he rose to his full height. I'm Mars Russo...No...We haven't met before... Mars spoke. He was not one that someone should come to for a good conversation, because he wasn't a very social being, and when he was being social it was with people he actually cared about and would speak to on a daily basis. This woman was far from that, and with new friends, the man was always, always awkward, and particularly silent. His eyes fell from the woman and they moved back over to his guitar and his steed. Vox's ears fell back on his head and he gave his master a small nicker as if to ask him what was wrong. He didn't notice the smells like Mars did.

What are you doing here? ......Aren't you....Kinda far from the Court? ......I mean...... he paused as if he could not find the right words, and he couldn't really. His ears were still held flat on his head and his bright blues rose to look at her green ones again. Uhm....Yeah... he spoke and gave up with what he was trying to ask her.

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The way she was looking at him made him extremely uncomfortable, and it was written all over his face. If he had his shades on at that point he would be able to hide his embarrassment from the woman, but this was not the case, so he was stuck there, out in the open with a look of hesitance and embarrassment. The way she cocked her head and looked at his scars made him feel ashamed of himself, like he always was when someone drew their attention from his face and eyes to his body. He wasn't ashamed of his body, per say, since he was a very sculpted and beautiful pelted male, but it was the scars that were carried like trophies for some, but not in the case of Mars Russo. Mars was so ashamed of the scars that he wore clothing to cover them. Not only were his scars visible, but all of his tattoos that Bartholomew had gotten on their body was also visible.

His anxiousness was increasing as the woman finally began to speak to him, and tell him that there was a friend watching out for her while she was down here. Mars nodded his head and stared at her quietly. He was normally very good at hiding his emotions and being able to ignore things, but the smell that he was smelling was always one that made males seem to lose their cool. Mars was trying not the be one of them, because twice before (probably more than that by now under the influence of the two other minds in his head) he had fallen into the urge, and he was a father because of it. It doesn't seem like....he's doing a good job...Because you're alone now...Aren't you? the male asked, in the most awkward way possible. Mars honestly didn't know what to do with himself. He wasn't all clean yet and he wanted to finish his bath, but there was this big distraction in his way of doing that.

Wouldn't it have been easier to just stay within the pack? he asked right before she had started to close the distance between them again, and he stumbled back, trying to get away, but he tripped over a rock under the water and he fell on his butt with a splash of water around him. Ow.. the word came from his mouth as he put a hand on his rump and rubbed it. He almost forgot what had caused him to fall anyways, because he didn't immediately look back at the woman until there was no room in between them anymore.

Uhmmm.....Hi? he spoke awkwardly.

OOC: I'm so disappointed in this post because this is the shortest post i've done with Mars since i've gotten him. o.o

She was quick to tell him that her friend was out to get food. Mars looked at the woman and gave a little "oh" as he continued to try to put distance between them, but the falling on his butt had left him vulnerable, and within seconds the woman was hovering over him, her hand on his chest, and their bodies ever so close. If he could blush, he would, and he tried to scoot away with his hands, but he ended up just falling back down and into the water, so now he was completely soaked. He lifted himself halfway up out of the water again but he was still under her. His mismatched ears fell back on his head and he looked at her with an embarrassed look on his face. Her words were tempting, but he was not willing to play such a game with the woman, even if his body wanted to. His mind didn't want to, and he wouldn't let it happen, or at least he would try.

He shook his head immediately. Uhm...No offense....But...I..kinda.......can't. I'm sorry, Terra. spoke the male as he continued to try to worm his way from under her. He could only hope that she was not determined to keep him there, because if she was, then he might have no choice but to stay with her until her friend came back. He just wanted to get this dirt from his pelt and go home, he was not looking for any of this. Maybe if he was Bart, or Hurricane he would be more into it, but in this state of mind, he was not.

OOC: This will be my last post here. You can reply again or archive, it doesn't matter to me.

He brushed his chest with his ivory hand and he traced the tattoo that was in the middle of his chest as he looked at her with those condescending icy eyes of his. She seemed so sad when he got up, and moved away from her. He couldn't do this, not as Mars, no. Bartholomew would have taken the chance as soon as it was present, as would Hurricane, but Mars had some self-control, and his body was the thing that betrayed him more so than his mind at the moment. He held little attraction to the woman before him, because he did not know her like he knew Orin, and he did not care for this woman more than he had to because she was his packmate. I have no doubt that you will behave.... the last word on his tongue seemed to be sharply tipped, like a freshly sharpened knife. But....I just can't play right now....I don't have the...time...to play.... he spoke to her as he stepped from the water, even though he was muddy. He wanted a bath, but this woman being here had ruined his time by himself to clean his pelt of the mud that it was now covered in because of him falling in the water and soil.

Terra, you be safe out here, okay? Make sure you be careful with your condition out here, it ain't all that safe. Make sure your buddy comes back too. Would hate to have to come out here and get you. spoke the male as he walked over to Vox and he grabbed his clothing and started to fold it. I'm going to head back to the Court now. You can come if you'd like, but I'm sure there's an actual reason you aren't there in the first place... spoke the male as he got his this folded and he put them in a saddle bag before he hoisted his naked body onto Vox's back. I'll see you back in the packlands. Maybe some other time we can play.. spoke the male, as he nodded his head and he turned Vox around. He waved once back at her before Vox took off back towards the Court.

How awkward could he be? That awkward I suppose.