Today had been his birthday all day, and he had been up since the beginning of the fucking day, him already having broken open the whiskey bottles early in the morning, and him already breaking out his stash of kokain that he still had from when he had tattooed that wolven woman that now lived in Inferni. Was she even still around? He hadn't remembered if he had smelt her scent around the lands lately so he couldn't say if the woman was still around, much less would he know if the man she had come to stay with was here either since he had never formally met this "Snake" character. All Cotl did know about this "Snake" was that he was a Hydra, and therefore he was a higher rank than the Caelum, but not by too much now, or maybe they were the same now, since the dynamics of the pack were different. Cotl wasn't exactly sure how it worked. Nor did he give a shit at this moment in time. The man would be drunk and high and ready to entertain himself.
What better way to entertain a tattooist than to give him a tattoo gun and some ink? Cotl was quick to decide that he wanted to tattoo something, or rather...Someone, namely the little bastard that had been sleeping on his bed, the one who had been causing the Caelum some stress because of the boy's stupidity. Cotl planned on paying him back for his stupidity by tagging his body, like he would have done to Marik if he had been sleeping in the room as well. He was spared because he was out probably getting fucked or something of the sort. It didn't matter, Izaak looked like he slept hard like his brother did, so Cotl was not worried in the slightest about the boy waking up. Cotl had gone through the procedure to get his needle and ink ready and once he had, he picked a spot on the boy's body (his right wrist) and he had shaved it down and then started to get to work, pressing the ink into the man's flesh to make it stay there. He knew right off the bat what he was making, it simply would be the family sign that Cotl had claimed for the Ulrichs. He made the symbol in a matter of an hour, and when he had finished up, he had gone back to snorting cocaine and drinking his whiskey, and partying by himself pretty much before he had heard rustling in his bed.
When the boy finally woke up, Cotl was asked what it was, a growl coming from the boy's throat, obviously not happy about Cotl's little addition to his body. Cotl giggled openly, drunkly as he looked at the other male with his bi-colored eyes. Ist ein tattoo. -NYEHH- Ist die ones das Sascha, Marik, und Ich habe. Es family traditions, ja. the man spoke to the boy, his words slurred as he had finally plopped down in his comfy leather chair that he had stolen from downstairs and dragged up into his room. vhy's so angries about ist? -FUCKINGDOUCHBAGFACEASS- Ist beautifuls additions, jaaaaaa the man giggled lightly to the other, a wicked grin being pasted on his face as he had looked at the other man. Cotl didn't give a flying fuck how mad the kid was, that was for sure.
.cotlonly b {font-weight:normal; color:#690000; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.cotlonlyooc {text-align:right;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;}
.cotlonly p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;}
.cotlonly {margin:0 auto; width:394px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... aintab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 330px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;}
</style>[/html]