OOC: +5
Antipathy was something that defined the general outlook on his life already, for he cared not for people, him only having laspes of sympathy for ones that he cared deeply about (namely his brother and Halo Lykoi; there were a few others but unnamed for reasons unknown) and all other beings could go in a hole an rot for all he cared. Cotl also happened to be a sadist, often enjoying putting people through the process of pain (and there was a reason he was a piercer you know) which had been a good way to let out violent tendencies that he randomly had. The thoughts that would play before his eyes were sometimes differently played out with a violent theme to them, him thinking about taking, say in this case, the fireplace poker, and either putting it into the fire and heating it up for a little bit before removing it and randomly stabbing the wolven in front of him in the chest and watching her die, or he could skip the fire part and just stab her through the chest without it burning her flesh. He would agree with himself that he would go with the fire idea if the situation of violence ever did happen (which 90% of the time with pack members, he would be lenient and would attack out of being provoked instead of a "R.A.O.V." {Random act of violence}) then he'd know exactly what to do.
He'd look hard at her, thoughts of violence crossing his eyes which gave the vivid crimson of his eyes grow fiery. The icy blue of his eyes would drench the fire with the icy wall that formed in such eyes of the Imaginifer. His gaze was naturally intense in any light, but more intense in others. His fur slowly stood on edge, the dingo looking man tapped his fingers on the chair's arms, before she would finally speak again. Cotl cleared his throat as he listened to her. She told him that she would not say no to his offer, and then she would ask him where he pierced. Cotl held a curious look in his eyes as he looked at the woman. Everyvheres. Anyvheres. Ich kann tattoo fur ein cut auf die kokain. the man was quick to let the words bounce off of his German tongue as he sat there. He would have to move back up to his room to get his jar of rings but he wouldn't leave just yet. He was polite enough to tell the woman that he was going to get his shit before he left. She would also ask him to keep this little session to be a secret. Cotl shrugged, he didn't care. He could be quiet about things, but he'd have to find a way to keep the kokain out of the hands of his brother or his son and nephew, because only Cotl was allowed to do kokain. He didn't know why he had this proclamation in his mind, but he just decided that they weren't allowed to have any. He'd probably do all of it before they would catch wind of it anyways. A wicked grin, dark joker's grin would fall on the metalhead's face as he let a -NYEH- come from his mouth and he twitched his neck before he would open his maw to speak again.
halten eine Minute.-FICK- the man would speak before he would get from his seat and walk back towards the stairway. Once he had gotten over to the stairway he had ascended it, going to the west wing where his room was and he had gotten himself his jar of needles and rings, though he did not bring down his tattoo kit, but instead he had brought down the clean sketch book of just random examples of what he did. (he had a dirty sketch book too with many different 'in appropriate' images that he created as well.) and he would go back down stairs and walk back to the woman with the jar in one hand and the book in the other as he had gone and sat back down in his chair. He handed the book to the woman. Here's a few examples of mein tattoos. the male would speak to the woman, nodding his head lightly as he sat there in front of the woman again, falling silent after a -NYEH- escaped his throat.