I Hope You Choke, I Know You'll Choke

[Cotl]

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OOC: Me hating you is like Daisuke not being sexy. It's impossible. +5

Cotl had been standing there, icy-fire gaze locked on that frozen rodent, snarl hugged his face still. He twitched his tail to the right for a moment before his large rust colored ears would pick up a sound. They would twitch in the direction in which there would be a voice. High pitched, feminine, smooth, almost stoned if he could tell right off the bat. Maschine looked at the woman with his blue eyes, his masked face shown to the woman as she had spoken to his master. Maschine flicked his tail and gave a nicker to Cotl, as if his master would understand what he's saying. Cotl pointed his narrow, coydog muzzle to his steed, those fire-ice eyes on the steed for a moment, scowl still on his face. The voice called out to him again, saying something about the "big black thing" he was with. Snarl was still stuck there on his maw, and his ears fell back on his head. The voice got closer, not turning into a body only because Cotl did not look at her yet, only at the Equine who was looking at the woman and stretching out his neck to sniff at her. Cotl would be hit with a scent before he even wanted to turn his head that 20 degrees to look at the woman. Cotl would make the fluid motion of stepping to his steed's side, his hand touching the beast's muscular shoulder, and then those fire-ice eyes would finally make their way onto the ocean eyed woman. He locked gazes with her, and snarl would turn into a distinct frown that was normal on the face of the coydog. It took Cotl a moment to just look at her, recognize that she was an actual being and that she really talking to him and really, really there. Took him another moment to realize that he didn't even know this woman. She had that Lykoi nose though, the red, and he looked at that before his arms crossed over his chest.

-SHITFACEBASTARDCAKE- DANN DU EATS IST! Ich nicht vants ein punyMOLE! the man spoke to the woman, pointing at it with an accusing finger, his voice rather loud, and irritated. He didn't want it, and he figured that some other scavenger would come by (namely Marlowe, the raven and his friends) and pick it up for a free meal. Cotl simply didn't care. His eyes still were pinned on the woman, frown thick on his face. He took a few deeper breaths to calm himself. Was Lykoi ist du? the man spoke, his throat clearing loudly after he had spoken to the woman, voice now just gruff and thickly accented like always. His right ear would twitch and his hand would run down the smooth coat of his steed. His eyes briefly looked at the steed, who nickered softly at the attention he was getting. Maschine had a strong bond with Cotl, it was easy to tell. What it was about Cotl that Maschine liked, Maschine wouldn't be able to tell. Maybe Maschine felt obligated to protect Cotl or something. Who knew really? -NYEH- Mein name ist Cotl Ulrich. the man spoke gruffly, figuring she might want to know who he was.