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- Marik - 01-02-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1132 words; You don't have to feel like you have to mirror I've just been scheduled for some 9 hours shifts at work so this is my way of making up for only having been able to do a single post a night and keeping you waiting.
Marik was glad to have his brother around. Glad to at least have someone that he knew. It made settling into Inferni easier. Especially since he didn’t need to claim a place to sleep. He just crashed in his brother’s bed. And it worked for them. Marik got a place to sleep and Cotl got to cuddle like he liked to do. And well it couldn’t be said that the slightly small boy didn’t fit perfectly well into his brother’s arms at night. But of course everything was platonic. Marik might not act and talk brotherly all of the time but he did respect his brother’s wishes. Cotl wasn’t into it and so he wasn’t going to push it. Though he couldn’t help to continue to hint at it. Just like Cotl couldn’t help yelling out strange and random things. And it was why he loved his brother. His brother understood and accepted that he couldn’t help what he did as much as Cotl couldn’t. But the slightly older hybrid knew that for all he said and did that he could be trusted. That he wouldn’t completely cross boundaries unless he was given permission to. And it really wasn’t that he was lusting after his brother, though he had no qualms with getting physical if Cotl ever wanted to, but he was like that with everyone. All of his friends back home could testify to it. He would flirt around with and tease everyone. He just saw everyone as being the same. Marik had no prejudices. He wouldn’t turn away anyone that could think to want him. But the coyote wasn’t after anything more than a physical relationship. Or perhaps a friendship along with it. Actually he considered a physical relationship a friendship. He would keep it up as long as the other still could want him. But he was nowhere close to being exclusive. It just wasn’t in him to be. He just wasn’t that one being for life sort of boy. Anyone that messed with him just had to understand that. And since he wasn’t faithful he didn’t expect others to be either. Why should they be limited if he wasn’t going to limit himself? It wouldn’t be fair and so Marik wasn’t going to enforce it. Though should he ever get to that point that he wanted to settle down then you could bet that he would be possessive. If he was going to restrict himself then whomever he was with would have to do the same. And he would see to it through any means necessary. Which was a good thing he wasn’t looking to settle anytime soon. Actually he couldn’t even imagine himself such a way. Just like he could never imagine Cotl living his lifestyle. Actually he couldn’t think of Cotl with anyone at all. His brother was such a prude. But that also made him loveable. At least towards Marik. And what was all that the hybrid was worried about. Why should he care how Cotl treated others? He was the one that was sharing his brother’s bed and not them.
- Cotl - 01-04-2010 [html] OOC: I seriously forgot I made this table. I posted it in Table testing and totally forgot about it. SSWM: 591
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Cotl Van Ulrich. Marik Burk Ulrich. Two beings, totally opposite to the naked eye, though once alone, the two got along incredibly well. Both were friendly once you got to know them, it was just that one seemed to have a sense of sexual desire more than the other. Often times, Marik would think that his brother simply was not interested in sex, but in truth, Cotl only put on a mask in the presence of his brother and the possible fuck that could happen. Why? Because Cotl knew that his brother was better at getting one to have sex with him. Cotl could always try, but he always kindof felt like the other male needed it more, as well as the fact that he thought that Marik was more handsome, and the females (or males in Marik's case as well) would be more incline to want to sleep with the other male besides himself. After all, Cotl seemed to be pretty plain looking compared to the other male. It was a silent competition that Marik didn't know about.
Today, Cotl had already gone out and did his border patrol, and his trap checking. Again, he ended up being tripped up, but nothing in his trap. He was starting to get pissed off at the fact that his traps had been failing, and he was really too lazy to track down nests to go hunt that way. He guessed he'd hope for better results this time. He even moved the traps so that he could increase the chance of surprise over the rodents, because he figured they might have learned to not go the way where he normally put the traps. All he could do now was wait, and check them later on in the day. He went back to the mansion to go study. He had still been working on Halo's design, and he also was working on memorizing the veins in the ear so he could do Anselm's tattoo.
The male had been sitting on his bed, his fingers on the pages of the book infront of him as he silently read to himself. He had been going over the same page for a few minutes now, memorizing the pictures and the words on the page. He moved to where he could lay on his belly and be slightly more comfortable. He fingered through the pages again, and then realized that there weren't very many veins that he had to worry about. The male got excited slightly, not having to worry about the ears of the male too much. He closed the book and then took his pen and his sketch pad and started to work on the woman's tattoo. He ended up drawing the feo from memory, putting her in a sexy position that had her hands covering her chest and her side and back showing towards you, as if she was hiding her chest from you. Her figure did represent the female very well, and the quality of the art was absolutely flawless. He remembered her markings, and everything. The more the male had worked on it, the more the male came to start lusting the female. His shackles raised lightly as he continued to ink the feo. He had been finishing up the darker lines along her spine before he heard someone bounding up the stairs. Hey Cotl! I’m back! I found some really neat stuff! called out a voice. It was his brother. He knew it.
The male pushed himself off of the bed and looked to the door. Well, let's see-NYEH- what you got then, Marik.
Speak Think. walk.
[/html] - Marik - 01-16-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1050 words
Perhaps he did need it more, if only to keep him sane. To keep away the physical pain that he felt when he was deprived. Oh yes, his condition provided him with pain as well as mental anguish. But honestly he didn’t see it as a competition. He had never tried to compete with his brother. Actually if he knew that his brother was actually interested then he would back off. But he was just being the way he was. It was just a part of him. Like Cotl’s obscenities. You just grew to love them. They were what made his brother so unique. So special. So cute. Oh yes, Cotl was cute whether he thought so or not. And really, it was all about the attitude. You would think that Marik wouldn’t get much attention with how small he was. Well, small as in height at least. But it was the attitude that he presented that got him attention. He put himself out there. He didn’t worry or anything like that. He didn’t doubt himself. He had that self assurance that had others thinking better of him. It was just a secret that everyone had to end up learning for themselves. But of course he would give it away to his brother should Cotl ask. But as for others, well, they were just on their own. It wasn’t like it really was such a hard lesson to learn. It just took believing in yourself no matter what others might say about you. It wasn’t like Marik was without hearing negative things. He just didn’t let it affect him. And well, being covered in scars sometimes just added to the appeal. And it wasn’t like he had to tell them that their thoughts were false. It wasn’t up to him to tell them that they weren’t from fighting. Let them believe as they would. That was how he saw it. If they weren’t questioned then it wasn’t up to him to give the tale behind them. And each one most certainly had its own tale.
- Cotl - 01-17-2010 [html]
OOC: © Table image by Jacoby, Cotl drawing © Titmouse SSWM: 671 Everyone Wants To Suck My WICA-WICAWHAT?! Why they want to go, I do not KNOW!
It seemed to take the other male quite a few more seconds to open the door. The other male struggled with the door slightly but got it open other wise, and immediately, the male had his eyes on the box that the other boy held. Bi-colored eyes that were opposite his siblings' were on the box with great curiosity. He didn't recognize the contraption at first. He'd have to look it up in a book. He knew however that it ran on electricity, because the "tail" as his brother had gone on to speak about was actually a plug it into a electrical socket. He didn't know what it was besides that though. He would call it the box with the tail as well, since his brother had been doing so already. The other male went on to speak about the blankets that he wanted, and then some...bibles? So you're religious or something?-NYEH- That's a card. the male spoke, his brow pierced brow twitching. Marik spoke about the picture that he had on the bed, sitting there, waiting to be finished. Danke. the response was automatic. Cotl always thanked someone for complimenting his art, especially his brother. He was one of the more important people that he needed to impress in his own eyes. He couldn't be a failure. Not with his brother here. So he worked extra hard. Subconsciously done. Marik then added a comment about his own tattoo that he needed done. Fick then. We'll do it now. the male responded, his throat clearing at the end of what he said.
Cotl listened to the other male as he went on to ask and speak about the large field of flowers that he had been designing. They had yet to have the blood on them, but they still were beautiful. Night blooming cereus' they were. Though, he had modified the way that they grew, so it'd be like they grew straight from the ground, maybe like daisies, or sunflowers (in case of sunflowers, minus the large stalks). There had been some creativeness in this design as well as a zoom in on one flower in particular. The field was around the one larger flower. Each flower looked different, though, not in color, but slightly in design. Each had it's unique petals, folded and twisted in different ways. Very, very artistic. He let his brother ask when she was coming over to get it. He was quick to respond then. She might not be getting it. -FUCKING SHITFACE- She wanted to see it on paper first. the male spoke to his brother, nodding his head slowly. She's the one whom lives on the first floor.-NYEH- In the one room. I have to go to her when I am finished. he added, continuing to nod his head lightly.
Marik then moved to the box and pressed a button, that opened the door. Inside were the folded up blankets, the books, and some other things. Marik unfolded one of the blankets and asked if they were good. He nodded his head as he inspected the fabric. A little bit beat up, but perfect otherwise. the male spoke as he took the blanket from his brother and put it on the shelf. He would put them on the bed when they cleared the other stuff. The boy then held out a cup-a-noodles out to him, and he chuckled lightly. The metal bits were something else that he did not recognize. The male cocked his head at the bits, but then thought of Cassius. That boy would more than likely know what those are. Das ist essen. Cotl spoke, holding up the cup of ramen to his brother. Das...-ARSCHLOCH- I don't know. the male continued and explained to his brother. He paused only briefly and then continued yet again. However, Cassius, one of the newbies in the house, would probably know. He knows a lot about maschinen. the male spoke, clearing his throat after he finished before his left audit twitched.
Sprechen. Denken hart. Wandernd. [/html] - Marik - 01-18-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 2021 words
Of course it took him a bit to get the door opened. The box practically filled up his arms. But he ended up managing no thanks to his brother. But oh well, it wasn’t like Cotl could see through the door and know that Marik had his hands full. Still it would have been a nice gesture if his brother had thought to get up and get the door. But then again the only thing that Marik was bringing back for certain were blankets. So honestly this case could be argued either way. Marik wasn’t fussed one way or another. He had managed to get in anyways, with or without help it didn’t matter.
- Cotl - 01-18-2010 [html]
OOC: That one's a monster <3; SSWM: 1162 Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
The male spoke about him being religious the whole time. Brow perked in curiosity. The boy also explained that he had to show him the bibles. Cotl was genuinely interested in what the male was talking about. You see, when Cotl thought about bibles, he normally thought about their own German translated bible that revolved around the method of a higher being called "God" or as the book put it Gott. Every time he thought of religion, it left a nasty taste in the back of his throat. Why would he want to put his faith in someone that was never there? Why would he put faith in anyone but himself, and his brother because he was the only one that was there. They were only supposed to look out for each other, and Cotl believed that the family bond was more important than pretty much anything. He had run away from his father, and mother, yes, but his brother followed right behind him. That took faith. And the faith and trust that had been restored in the male made him stronger now than he was back home. The seclusion and training had almost made him go insane, multiple times, and there was barely anything he could do about it. This was why the male was so good at entertaining himself in the confines of his room. He had to do everything he could to not go insane during the day. Every few people that were tattoo freaks would be brought by his brother would sometimes be the little socialization he got, and even then, he sometimes wouldn't talk much because he was busy concentrating. Since the male had been doing it for awhile now, he was much more comfortable holding a conversation while drawing. Cotl said nothing more about the books before the other male wanted to know if he remembered what he had wanted. Of course, he had remembered, this was Cotl we were talking about. He might not have been the most socially accepted son of a bitch, but he sure as hell could remember shit quite well. Ja, ein swastika. the male spoke, nodding his head lightly to the other.
As the boy went on to speak more, he had spoken about the feo, and wanting to know if Cotl would like him to give her a visit and let her be amazed by his other art that he had put on his brother's body. Cotl shook his head. Nein. I'm sure she can come up with a decision on her own. -SCHIEß- Plus, she'll meet you sometime, and if she brings up the subject, then sure, mention that your tattoos are from me as well. the male spoke, nodding his head lightly. He then realized that he had not remedied all of his brother's former questions. He went on to answer these next. Her name is Halo Lykoi. She's related to Kaena Lykoi, und Gabriel... There are others in her family that are here, I'm sure. the male was absolutely sure, his voice cleared. They probably would have to look at a family tree to actually know how many were actually part of the Lykoi clan. He almost felt like he was intruding on an actual family now all of a sudden. He shook his head of the thought and paid attention to his brother as Marik went on to speak about the damn blankets. Cotl planned on using them for the tattooing patients so he didn't get any blood on his mattress. He didn't want someone else's blood all over his bed, you know. They're good for their purpose.-NYEH- the male spoke to the other, affirming it with another nod of his cranium.
Marik went on to question the ramen that he had in his hand. Cotl chuckled briefly, figuring that Marik didn't know how it was food, considering the way he was looking at the packaged food. It's soup, bruder. Just died out. -FUCKING CUNT FACE-You pour some boiled water over it, and then you wait for it to soften up a bit, and then you eat it. the male explained, poking the Styrofoam of the cup of noodles. He chuckled again before he handed the bits back to Marik. The other male asked him if he would like to go to Cassius, or if he wanted to do it himself. Cassius is a nice fellow, I'm sure you and he would get along right away..Maybe even... the male cut off at the end of his sentence, figuring that the other male would be able to fill in the blanks. Cotl didn't know if Cassius was gay, or bisexual, but it didn't hurt to try? If Marik couldn't get laid, then they could just be friends. I don't know if he goes that way though, so be careful.-NYEH- he warned the male always, simply because he was unsure of the other's sexuality. It didn't matter, if he wasn't that way before, Marik could possibly turn him. Cotl highly doubted that Cassius got laid anyways, but then again, Cotl had only met the guy once.
Marik pulled out his bible. He explained that it was the way to be happy in the religion. The male also told him that he might not like it much. Cotl didn't like religion anyways. The other male opened the book, and lord and behold, every page came up with a new way to stick your dick into some other guys' ass, they also had many other things in there, but Cotl had only looked at a few pages before he just stared at his brother. A signal that he was through looking at the book and that he didn't want to look anymore. Marik got the hint it seemed and he said 'whoops' before putting it away. Marik then went on to speak about the tattoo. Cotl was already ahead of him, jumping up and getting his tattoo gun, before he traveled back over, put the gun down on the end table, and then moved over to his drawer, picked out the black ink, a new needle, and his knife that he would shave the area down with. The male laid down for him and Cotl came up and started to shave the area on the base of his neck. The other male told him that he wanted some new piercings as well. Cotl might have had some spare metal within his jar of needles. He wasn't sure though, because he had been giving away piercings more than tattooing. He thought for a moment, counting the piercings he had done. He had given six to Ember, the woman whom had given him the horse in exchange, and then one to Kansas. He had about two bars left, and four or five rings then. He nodded his head. Ja, we can do that now too. I'm sure I have some extras. the male spoke as he continued to shave his brother's collar.
Sprechen. Denken hart. Wandernd. [/html] - Marik - 01-27-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1601 words
Oh no, those bibles were boring. His had pictures in it. Besides, his religion was a lot more fun than those stuffy old stories anyways. His religion was the best religion ever. At least in his own opinion it was. But hey, that was just him. That was just the way that he saw things. And since his brother wasn’t really into practicing Marik figured that the other male may not really enjoy it. His brother was just too much of a prude for religion. But then again he had told Cotl the same thing over and over again. Told his brother that he was a prude and should get laid more. But he was starting to see why his brother didn’t. There was just no one that was interested around. Even Marik whom had never had such problems before couldn’t even find someone that was interested. It wasn’t a fun deal when you needed it to feel as if you weren’t about to go insane. And that was Marik’s issue. It wasn’t really a matter of wanting it but of needing it. Which was why the religion was perfect for him. Back in Germany he was an avid practitioner. And if he could find willing partners then he would be the same here as well But so far that was all a no go. But maybe after the war? Everyone would have tensions to release then, wouldn’t they?
- Cotl - 01-28-2010 [html]
ooc...SSWM:755
The other male was quick to take it as if the male was not part of the "family". Cotl let out a 'pfft' sound come between his lips as Marik said this. -NYEH- I'm not part of this Lykoi family. They have not adopted me. You're not the only loner out here in this clan, you know. the male spoke, his rusty head nodding as he spoke these words to his brother. Cotl had noticed on who Marik was constantly putting himself as the outcast as of most recently, and Cotl felt like it was unfair for the male to keep assuming that Cotl was mister popular, when in all reality, he had his friends by multiple encounters and in the beginning, many of the canids that he met had seemed to be peeved at his constant cursing and his constant twitching and throat clearing and other tics. He had worked hard to make the friends he had now, and for the other male, Marik to think he was not liked because he had hit on the wrong guy once, and wasn't getting all the sex he was getting back in Germany, he found it quite unfair for the male to just single himself out like that. Give it time, Marik. You'll be part of the clan soon enough. If doesn't take much to be accepted by these fools. the male spoke to the other, telling him to take his time to make friends, and to not push himself onto everyone like he was so used to doing (and he probably wouldn't listen to Cotl anyways, simply because the male was known for jumping in quickly into things) so Cotl didn't understand why he even went in a wasted his breath with saying it.
His brother went on about the soup, asking if Cotl had tried it before. Cotl nodded his head. Ja, the 'yote that father sent me to had made these a few times. They are good. the male spoke, his throat clearing after he had spoken to his brother. The old 'yote that had been Cotl's master had been pretty modernized as far as humans things went. The 'yote had spent his entire life studying human things, as well as learning to fight with human made weapons and all kinds of miscellaneous information about the humans. Cotl had learned a lot from the old 'yote master, he had to admit that. Cotl figured that he'd boil some water for the soup later on, since he wasn't too hungry at the moment, and since he had to do his brother's tattoo. He put the noodles aside and continued to shave his brother's chest. He measured the width and length to where they both would make an even square that he could work in.
Marik asked if he really thought so. Cotl nodded his head and remained silent until the other male had asked if Cotl minded if he tried. Cotl didn't mind, as long as Marik knew when to back off. The only reason he had been stern and private with Anselm was because Cotl could see the look on the other's face which had meant that he was not interested and wasn't about to give into the charm of the German puppy-dog. Go for it-NYEH- the male spoke, nodding his head and reassuring that he was allowed to try without Cotl getting in the way and giving him dirty looks. Marik went on to speak about his other bible again. He commented that Cotl might like this one rather than the one with the two guys in various different sexual positions on each page. You can shows-BRAINS!- it to me later, after I finish this shit. Also, you think this is big enough? Want it bigger, smaller? the male spoke to the other, wondering how big Marik might have wanted it.
Cotl was almost surprised to hear what he had next. Marik said that he should get the same piercing as he. Cotl cocked his pierced brow to the male and just gave his brother this look for a good minute. You'll have to get it first, and then I'll decide if I want you that close to my ass.-MRRRH- the male spoke as he then took his sharpie marker and he make marks on the male's chest to signal where he planned on putting each of the arms of the swastika. He didn't continue without his brother's reassurance though, simply because this was Marik's choice in tattoos this time, not Cotl's.
- Marik - 02-03-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1027 words
How could he not feel outcasted when he was so used to things coming easily to him? He was used to having grasped some sort of information or something the first time. He was used to catching and holding interest right off. But that wasn’t happening here and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. He wasn’t exactly used to being alone like Cotl was. Because of that he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it. Because of that he felt like an outcast. What had happened to him? What had happened to his magnetic personality? Did it wear off on the boat ride? He just didn’t get it. Didn’t understand it. Didn’t understand why things weren’t working out as they had back in Germany. But then again his name wasn’t as widely known or popular here. But still it wasn’t a fun feeling to feel so out of place. Had this been what his brother felt back in Germany? Had he felt this way back home? It wasn’t a fun feeling. No, it was distressing instead. Still, even if Cotl was right and they must likely wouldn’t be heeded, the words were comforting and made him smile. “Everything is just so different here. Nothing is like it was back home. Not even you.” He had certainly noticed the change in his brother. Probably something that no one else would. But then again he had been the closest to his brother, or so it was assumed. He didn’t know of Cotl having friends in Germany. It was always Marik bringing over the company. And just how much his brother had said in front of another. He couldn’t remember his brother really speaking to anyone but him. Though granted, Cotl was usually busy working on someone when Marik brought around friends.
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