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- Marik - 12-30-2009 [html] 1. Character Name: Marik Burk Ulrich 2. Character Birthdate (including year): October 28, 2007 3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci 4. Species: 50% Coyote; 50% New Guinea Singing Dog 5. Gender: Male 6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). TragediesOfPast (AIM) 7. How you found 'Souls: Jacoby 8. Initial post: What had drawn such a short yet decorated creature to these lands? The scribbled on scrap of paper in his hands. Or well hand since he really didn't need two with which to carry it. Bruder, gehend auf ein Schiff nach Kanada. The script might not be legible to some but Marik could read it perfectly. It had been straight to the point. It didn't give details or anything like that. But that was his brother. That was the love of his life, not literally though a certain decoration would beg to differ, the only one in his family that he could stand being around. It didn't matter that Cotl had been outcasted while he became his father's prince. Mark had excelled well enough in the tasks that were tossed his way by his Meister but the boy didn't have enough mind to care. He knew how judgmental his family was, and his Meister to a lesser degree. Marik knew he would have been shipped off as well if his Vater found out that his friends were just friends but that he had physical relations with the males he hung around. And he could imagine how upset his Sire would be if he learned that the scars lining his body weren't from fights and training at all but were all the marks of lovemaking. After all he was a lover and not a fighter. Not that his body showed signs of that. Even his Meister had left behind a few marks once Marik convinced him to just close his eyes and he would never be able to tell the difference. Physical contact was like an addiction to him. But don't worry he isn't about to boo hoo about how his father was never there for him. Marik could care less about the guy. Just tossing out his cherished older brother over something that couldn't be helped. He looked up to the few minutes older sibling. And it was to find him that Marik had thrown away his life back home without a word as to his departure.[/html] - Anselm de le Poer - 12-30-2009 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... s/truc.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:187px; background-position:top center; background-color:#F8BB4D; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#AB360D; line-height:15px;padding-bottom:10px;">
@&$The itch to move was strong today. He hadn't been to check on his garage since he'd wondered down with Cotl for supplies, and his need to patrol his private territory was as compulsive as his need to scope out the borders of Inferni. As usual when he intended to take a "temporary extended leave," he would do several runs to make sure everything was in order first. Usually he had a big fat "nothing" to show for his efforts, but today would prove a little more interesting. @&$The bronze hybrid caught the foreigner's scent first, and immediately he was trailing the other man's tracks around the border. As he neared, he caught the tail end of the hybrid's attempts to woo the piked skull. The accent alone was intriguing--it was Cotl that jumped to the forefront of his thoughts. By the time the howl went out, he was practically on top of him. Not a second later he rounded a hilltop and caught sight of the stranger, and again he was struck by a strong pang of familiarity. He padded forward curiously, his fur standing just slightly on end out of instinct. @&$"Well there's a sense of humour that never gets old," he called, an impish glint in his eye and a grin upon his face. Whether the stranger realised it or not, his ties to the quirky tattoo artist had spared him already from some of Anselm's usual gruffness. "You just lookin' for Cotl, or something more?" Quick, to the point. It was a little unlike him to make such a bold assumption right off the bat, but really--what else could this be? He still had grand plans for the day, too. - Cotl - 12-30-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... fucotl.png); background-color:#4f381d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: *licks Marik and his insaneness*
Maschine and Cotl were doing their morning patrol. They were up at the butt crack of dawn, looking in the traps for their breakfast. Colt had been staying close to the packlands, since winter had scared him into his room and under his german flag of a blanket. He was never expecting what was in store for him today. He never could expect it. But none the less the male was out there in the cold of the brisk morning, looking through his traps. He had been unsuccessful. He figured that someone was tripping up his wires, and destroying his traps before any prey could get trapped. Either that, or someone had been checking his traps and taking his kills. Three traps had been missing, two broken, and another four of them just tripped. He set up the ones he had left before mounting his stallion and going towards the border.
He was lining the border, his body mounted on his horse. The two made their way slowly around the border, a stranger in the distance causing the male to perk up. He had also witnessed his friend, Anselm approaching said stranger. The male jabbed his horse's side, which made the horse bolt off. The two bolted off towards the two, and in only a good minute of running, Cotl was pulling back on the reigns for the horse to stop. They skidded to a halt before the two canines, and Cotl jumped down from the horse. The scent fulled his nares, and the pattern of the markings on the other was immediately recognized by the "infected" male. Bruder! the male spoke, his arms embracing his brother. He snuggled into his brother's furry breast before he let go of his brother and stood besides the male, Cotl being a good inch taller. He smiled to Anselm. Anselm, -FUCKING CUNT FACE- this is Marik, Marik;Anselm. he introduced the two before turning to his brother. Now, what are you doing here, Marik? with this sentence came a clearing of his throat. Marik know the sound. Cotl always did make that sound after sentences that weren't fucked with by those random urges to curse.
- Marik - 12-30-2009 [html] He is no insane! The response had come quicker than expected. The welcome wagon had arrived and knew him...? Jah, it would seem so. Or at least knew of him. Had his Cotl been weaving those webs again? Not that he exactly minded. He actually got along mighty well with his brother even if it might not show at times. There had been gruff words between them on occasions but never had actual heart been put in them. So either Cotl had been talking or this handsome gent was staring, rather impolitely if I may say so, between his legs. Ah ha, that tattoo on his thigh had always warranted explanation. It was what happened when you passed out while Cotl decided he wanted to draw. His bruder was the reason that he was so decorated.[/html] - Anselm de le Poer - 12-31-2009 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... camera.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-bottom:125px; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#582402; text-align:justify; font-family:times; font-size:14px; color:#D4A27A; line-height:16px">poor guy tried to flirt with the straightest male on 'souls xD; #$%&*Though Anselm had never discussed family members with Inferni's new Imaginifer (short of a casual mention of his own daughter), he was perceptive enough to notice the similar build, accent, and colouration. Now that he'd caught a good look at the stranger's face, he could see that they even had similar eyes. The other began to speak and the Caelum's face went blank--he was confused, and he didn't know what the other was going on about. When recognition settled in, he could feel his cheeks turn hot. "That's not what I meant," he stated quickly, the grin now gone and his stance a little more guarded. The "bone smugglers" were bad enough in his book, but to suggest such a thing about one's own relative... #$%&*"Speak of the devil," he said, peering up as the sound of galloping hooves filled the air. Cotl came to a halt and the secui retreated several steps, watching the strange display of brotherly affection. Any initial relief over Cotl's appearance washed away. At this point he was #$%&*"You'd do well to look up Hybrid," he said flatly, "if you're intending to stay, that is." If his message had been missed the first time, he'd try again. Regardless, he wasn't sure how much longer he wished to sit on this little reunion. Normally Anselm liked to keep up on the newcomers to the pack, but in this case he almost wished Kaena or Gabriel would show up so he could pass it off on them. The whole situation had become rather ridiculous and he had more important things to be do than sit around and be ogled by a male. - Cotl - 12-31-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... fucotl.png); background-color:#4f381d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: He is too insane. hover for translation.
Their little hug had not gone without a little bit of groping from his brother, and with that, Cotl took his claw to the male's face and traced the scar that had been so beautifully placed on the male's maw. That was for a time that Marik had smart mouthed the older male, and Cotl decided that he wasn't going to take it. Don't make me strike your pretty little face again, kleinen bruder. the male spoke, before he turned to Anselm. Gut to meet you Anselm his brother knew some manners, though Cotl watched the boy's eyes travel up and down the other male. Cotl let a small frown place itself on his maw, obvious sign of disapproval. It seemed Anselm didn't like the fact either, because once cotl looked to the other, he caught the sharpness in the other's gaze. Audits fell midway back as he turned his head towards his bruder and put his maw towards his brother's large audit. Das ist mein Freund. Sie vorsichtig sein, wie Sie ihn sehen. the male spoke in german to his brother, making sure that Marik knew that he was not to look at the male like he was again.
That was a long trip and you should make it up to me, bruder. the boy handed him the piece of crumpled paper. Cotl took the damn thing in his fingers and looked it over. I'm surprised you came out here over with dies. the male spoke, a small amount of annoyance ringing in his german voice. Annoyance that his little brother was already screwing up. Not because he came here. Cotl was excited that his brother was here actually. It was something that he had not expected. And his brother was one of those people that he just couldn't help but love. He was the only family he could love.You'd do well to look up Hybrid, if you're intending to stay, that is. the other male warned to his brother. Cotl ran his hand through his long hair. Sorry Anselm, he has no shame.-DOUCHEBAG CUNT- he started, his eyes showing submissiveness, as well as his audits folding slightly back. He looked to his little brother and his demeanor changed from submissive to dominant. You should be the one apologizing. Now say sorry. the male spoke to his kin.
- Marik - 12-31-2009 [html] And here I was feeling sorry for Anselm. But don't worry, he will be hands off cause Anselm is Cotl's friend. But it doesn't stop him from suggesting stuff. Consider it like his own sorta little tick. And he is not! He is the normal brother! Hey, Anselm had asked him if he wanted more. That meant Marik had to explain he wasn't getting that more. At least not from the name that had been mentioned. The other really should have phrased the question differently. Not hat he knew to. But still, the guy knew Marik's brother. Some forethought should have been placed in at least. He might not share his brother's genetic tick but he had his own sort of issues. Not that he would say he did. Just like his brother he didn't bring up what other's thought off about him in conversation. Or well, the condition itself wasn't spoken of.[/html] - Anselm de le Poer - 12-31-2009 [html]
- Cotl - 12-31-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... fucotl.png); background-color:#4f381d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: Normal my ass.. Cotl's family can't be normal. It's against the rules of life. und yeah, this joining is awkward. More awkward than Cotl's joining.
The boy took the paper back, and then ripped it to shreds before letting the paper float in the wind. Fuck you. I don't have to stay, I can go home. I didn't get shipped off. the boy spoke and tried to turn away and go into the water. He was about to fix the situation with a smart remark to the other male before Anselm cleared his throat, which made Cotl look to his direction. Hey man, I'm gonna let you two duke it out; I was about to take off anyway. Give Kae or Gabe a call if you need anything. the other male spoke to him before he began to back away. Cotl nodded in response before he saw the male nod his head in a farewell and then take off. He figured Anselm might have something better to do than deal with the two brothers. They always seemed to be fighting, but words weren't really what mattered in the world of Marik and Cotl. It was too complicated to put in words. Let's just say that Cotl would be able to woo his brother back to normal with a few strokes on the head.
Fuck me, eh? I would fuck me, ja. the male joked to his brother before he trotted up into the water, and quickly came upon his brother. He grabbed the boy's shoulder. You scared Anselm away, Marik. It's only me and you now. Until I call for Gabe or Kae that is. But I wanted to tell you, I'm really glad you came. -FUCKING HELL BAIT-You're the only person I'd want to follow me so far away from home. Plus, you remind me of all the gut times I had back in Germany. the boy offered up a sappy little speech before he touched his brother's dragon on his arm. He traced it slowly with his fingers. You know, You could use some updated ink. You should see some of the ones I'm designing. There's this one for Halo that I'm doing, and then there's Anselm's tattoo. the male spoke before he grabbed his brother by the waist and pulled him close. Come on. Join Inferni, and live with me.-SHITFUCK-You know you don't want to go back. You know you want to stay...
- Marik - 12-31-2009 [html] Awkward makes it interesting though. And he is so normal. He didn't make out with the skull, only talked to it. Actually if Cotl hadn't showed up then Marik would have probably flirted and hinted a little more and if not getting a favorable response he would have been on his merry little way again. He understood what no meant, most of the time. But what was wrong with talking? Not everyone opened up to the idea on the first mentioning. Some took a little convincing. But that mostly came when Marik was desperate. He was generally happy enough to let others know that he was interested and if they weren't then so be it. He wouldn't pressure even if it might come up in conversation time and time again. Like how he continued to reference Cotl even though he knew nothing would ever come of it. It was just what made Marik who he was.[/html] - Cotl - 12-31-2009 [html]
- Marik - 12-31-2009 [html] Okay, altered the subject line His brother's words had flipped that emotional switch again. But he wasn't upset, or well he wasn't angry anymore. He didn't grow tense again but grew limper. Sure, his brother's had been meant to reassure him but they broke him down. His brother was accepted? And here he had thought he was coming to save his littermate. But Cotl didn't need saving at all. Didn't need him. Now he was the awkward and out of place brother. And if the tradition of the awkward brother held then he would be the one to be outcasted. He would be the one to be sent away and shipped off. His promise was worthless. Silent tears slipped on his cheeks. Here he had thought his brother was all alone and he had come along to be his savior. But no, he was just the kid brother tagging along behind his big brother.[/html] - Cotl - 12-31-2009 [html]
- Kaena Lykoi - 12-31-2009 Hokay, so! The basic premise here is that Anselm ran into Kae on his way back to the caves or wherever, and Kae howled back to Cotl to let him know Marik staying here is cool! ^^; <3 [html]
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