I Hope You Choke, I Know You'll Choke

Cotl · 01-17-2011, 10:28 PM

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OOC: p. china; hippie invasion part: 1(?)

Cotl simply had been off of his rocker as of late, snuggling in Izaak's big fluffy and comfy fur that he had prepared for such use the night he had found his nephew's dead body under all of that snow. Izaak and Cotl were not as close as you might have thought, nor were they as close as you would have hoped, but Cotl was still affected in the slightest because it was his family, and regardless, someone had killed his family. Cotl needed to be prepared, and to him, the more insane he went, the easier it would be for him to kill the one who killed his nephew if they decided to come back for seconds. Cotl knew that he wasn't gonna be second. In fact, he was so sure that he wasn't going to be seconds that he hadn't slept straight for days now. The longest he had gone without sleeping in this cycle was five days. After that fifth day, he would pass out, and constantly would be muttering to himself about absolutely nothing. It wasn't a pretty sight, seeing him like this. His eyes always looked tired, though insane, hair was messed up most of the time, ruffled like a mad man's. Cotl stopped caring about himself for awhile, and he had been sitting up in his room, drunk and stoned most of the time. He even forgot to take care of Maschine a few times. Maschine was lucky that Sascha and Marik knew how to take care of the livestock that Cotl had refused to care for while he was taking it harder than both Sascha and Marik. Cotl didn't let the pain show on his face, only the paranoia that he was next. He wouldn't be surprised if he was next. Marik and Sascha saw less and less of Cotl these days, simply because he was never out of his room or he was sneaking around, only to be heard, but never seen.

Cotl stepped out of the Mansion for a fresh breath of the cold winter air. The moment he stepped out, it had seemed that Maschine had heard him, or sensed him because the steed would trot up to his master and give the canine a greeting by nudging the male's broad chest and nibbling at his chest hairs a little bit. Cotl barely reacted, simply petting the horse on the head briefly before he had stepped away from the steed and looked towards where his traps would be. He was hungry, so he was going to go find himself some food before he would more than likely just lock himself back into his room, perhaps he would skin whatever food he found or something, like he needed anymore pelts anyways. Izaak's beaautiful gray, orange, and cream pelt sat on the man's shoulders, tied together at the neck to make it like a cloak. Izaak was pretty warm, if Cotl had to say so himself. Cotl had been using the pelt since the day he had gotten it fixed up to where it was wearable. Marik had been jealous that it had not been his pelt on his brother's shoulder, but from when Cotl did argue about it, he had brought up the great point of the fact that if Cotl wore Marik's pelt, Marik would be dead. Rik was quick to shut the hell up when Cotl had brought this up. Then he locked Marik out of the bedroom.

Cotl took to his fours this day, even in his optime form, simply because he could, and Maschine had followed the being close, simply for the fact that Maschine was wondering where Cotl was going without him. Cotl found a few of his traps, sprang but nothing was in them. He sighed lightly and would reconstruct his traps and then move on to the next one. His stomach grumbled angrily at him as he had continued on, finding no food in any of his traps so far. He checked five of them before he had found anything, and the one thing he had found was a fuckin mole. Great. He squeezed the frozen beast until bones were crushed between his fingers. NYEH he growled through clenched teeth before he threw the shrew to the ground angrily and he snarled at it. He was pissed off for no reason other than that he didn't find a bigger meal.

SSWM: 735

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