M - Misery Loves Its Company

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, and/or[?] strong sexual content(hell, anything can happen in this thread) starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised. Yey Cotl and his vulgarity!

OOC: [aw] It's been awhile since cotl had an aw o.o' Mature because Cotl is fucking insane. This thread is for Jan prompt # 3: Tension, checking the borders for any gapes and whatnot.

Oh, Izaak, you were never ugly, just oh so annoying when you were alive. It didn't give that Wolf the right to decide what happened to you though. I should have taken your life, not them. Cotl gazed into the eyeholes of the skull that once belonged to his nephew, Izaak Ulrich. Now it belonged to him, and it sat upon his counter, always watching over Cotl, even as he slept in that bed...When he slept in that bed. Hadn't been too often because of the paranoia that he had about him being next of the Ulrichs to be executed. Cotl could find a million and one reasons that he could be on the chopping block, looking up at the blade that would wedge itself between his neck and chest, decapitating him instantly. Cotl laid in his bed at the moment, staring over at the eye sockets, imagining the man's face, stupid smile, and then his silver eyes peering back at him. It was amazing how easily Cotl could reconstruct the man's face with his mind. He remembered every detail of the boy's body, face, everything. Cotl held a thick frown on his ebon maw. NYEH the male let the sound from his maw and he twitch his large rust colored ear. Cotl wondered why the wolf ripped off Izaak's ear. Cotl wondered what exactly did the yotedog do to make a wolf attack him. Most wolves around here were friendly, or at least not too aggressive as far as he knew, not without reason. Izaak didn't normally do things that would make someone want to kill him off the bat. He had a stupid air around him that made it seem like he didn't know what the fuck was going on most of the time. That's the only reason Cotl didn't end his life right away when he got annoyed with the man for the first or second or sixth time. Izaak didn't have a full functional brain was Cotl's excuse. The rustt man couldn't help but wonder what the fuck stupid shit did Izaak do to lose his life. He'd probably never know unless he could find the one who killed the man and ask the bastard themselves why they found it appropriate to end the life of such a young male. Poor Izaak was only a year and a few months old too. Cotl snuggled into the male's pelt, the fur warm, soft. The tinge of that wolf's scent still was there, but Cotl's and Inferni's scent would soon wash it away. Cotl would memorize the smell, and try to find it one of these days. Actually, one of those days that he would decide to do something about his injustice was today.

Cotl was quick to get up and grab the pelt from the bed and drape it on his broad, rust shoulders. The pelt was actually quite big, since Izaak had been a few inches taller than the twitchy bastard that took his pelt and burned his body. Cotl put a wicked grin on his stupid maw, finding it funny, the thought of him burning the body, almost like getting rid of the evidence, even though Cotl proudly wore Izaak's pelt like it was no problem that he skinned his nephew because he figured that could use the extra warmth. Cotl was just being useful, he figured, and it also meant that he had something to remember the stupid asshole by. The skull was just because Cotl had been Imaginifer. He thought often times about displaying Izaak's skull at the border, letting him watch who came and went. Then Cotl got selfish and kept the skull in his room on the counter, letting Izaak watch Cotl's sleepless nights roll on and on. That skull would probably make Cotl go insane. He already sat there and just stared at it sometimes, thinking about whatever came to mind when he looked at it. Izaak finally could listen to Cotl because Izaak had no life left in him. Cotl was metal enough to like it. Cotl chuckled deviously. Zakk, Vantsa go looks at die borders? Dey mights-FUCKERDICKFACE- habe somedhing interestingss. Cotl asked the skull, who remained in it's solid spot, not moving at all. There was silence between the skull and the nutcase, before there was a long, insane giggle that would come from Cotl's maw. Okays, Ve goes now dhen. the man jumped up from his bed, trotted to his counter and reached into Izaak's eyesocket to take out a vile of cocaine that he had gotten awhile back when that wolf was around, Lucia her name was. Cotl twitched his neck and a loud NYEH came from his throat before he would put the powder from the vile on the countertop next to Zakk's skull. Cotl gave a wicked grin to Zak before he had put his nose to the line of cocaine and he snorted the entire line. Shivers ran down his spine as he came up and he blinked a few times, sniffled and then started to giggle madly. He put the cork back in the top of the vile to save the rest of the coke before he had put the vile between his wrist and his leather wristband that was always on both of his wrists. He then grabbed onto Zak's skull and he mounted it onto his shoulder. He giggled madly the whole time as he imagined Izaak and his annoying, gay, German voice talking to him, telling him silly things in German. Cotl blinked for another moment before he was able to giggle and actually move towards his destination. He grabbed himself his bag and then he was off.

He swiftly moved out of his room, and down the staircase. He looked around, trying to see if he could find someone to bug for some reason, but when he didn't see anyone in the mansion (probably all snuggling in bed or out doing other things) he had made sure to quickly get outside. Once he opened the door, a rush of cold air pushed against his body. He shivered almost excitedly as he jumped out of the door and closed it. He jumped off the porch and stumbled across the snow surface for a moment before he had stood up and looked around, almost like a meerkat would, just...Luperci instead of meerkat. The rust man had giggled deviously as he thought about what he would look like at the moment. The wicked grin still sat on his face, if only because he was as high as a fucking kite in the middle of July. He let a loud bark come from his darkened maw to call his trusty steed, Maschine. Maschine was quick to come, only being on the other side of the house, and once the horse trotted up to the coked out Cotl, the amazed look on Cotl's face was enough to make Maschine even look at his master funny. Cotl thought that the skull on the steed's face was the coolest shit ever at the moment, just because it looked so much better right at that moment. Cotl cackled and pet the horse's head before hoisting himself on the steed's back. Once he was up on the horse's back, he had taken the mane of the horse and directed him towards where he had found Izaak's body. He went towards the Mountain.

Maschine carried his coked up master towards the mountain, but they stayed at the bottom of the mountain and found their way to Occasus Promontorium, where there would be the borders, and where Izaak's dead body was found buried under the snow. Cotl chuckled lightly. Remember over dere, zak? Das vhere Ich found du, ja! the man spoke to the skull, his throat clearing after that. Cotl rode Maschine easily, the steed trotting along under his master's weight. It would be awhile until the three(Izaak, Maschine, Cotl) would come up to the borders of Inferni, where there was fresh snow on the ground, barely any scents besides the stench of Infernians. Cotl found a wolf skull that had been tilted wrong, so he had pulled Maschine up to the pike and he stood up on the steed's back. Stays reals stills, Maschines -NYEH- Cotl spoke to the steed before he had fixed the cool skull. He then took Zak's skull and compared the sizes. Cotl giggled evilly. Das vhy you vere so goddamn stupids Izaak. Cotl spoke, wicked grin on his face as he had cleared his throat again and twitched his shoulder before he had to get down. He slowly sat back down on Maschine's back before he had taken the steed to the next pike, looking them all over to make sure they were all secure. Cotl fixed a few more of them before he was going to leave, head east. Something to him said east. He fixed one more, standing up on Maschine's back once more and his ivory hands touched the bleached skull...