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Just as he'd thought, there was no good explanation for this, nor did weirdo bother to give one. It seemed the crazed maniac of a coyote hybrid had seen the recognition on Kesho's face, known that he was caught red-handed, so to speak. The old Hastati's eyes inflated with suspicion, with anger, a low, deep growl briefly escaping his lungs. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? he thought with a sneer of disgust; the beast was speaking.
"Cotl Van Ulrich, Imaginifer of Inferni. -NYEHBUTTFUCKMUNCHER- Die skull ist too smalls to bes volf. Ist coydog." Cotl said in mere agreement, obviously without concern for the anger in Kesho's voice regarding the skull.
Again, Kesho bared his teeth at this brute; those teeth were nasty and yellowed from age, but you'd better be sure you knew they were as sharp as knives, even still. That snarl stayed on his face as he spoke, his crimson eyes never leaving the contact of those freakish red and blue ones. Kesho declined to reply to this most fantastic of opening statements, also too angry to acknowledge the nonsense string of words strewn carelessly throughout his sentence.
Cotl's pattern of speech was substantially better than Izaak's had been, but that same Germanic accent and slightly off version of English that he spoke was the same. This fucker was even Izaak's relative. They carried the same blood in their veins. Kesho knew their relation could be too terribly distant, for they were too close in age. This guy is a creep... he thought, as those drugged up eyes stared at him. He felt uncomfortable under that gaze that he was forced to look up to; only now did he wish he had his own steed. The old man's brow furrowed again at Cotl's next words.
"Vho die hells are you?" Cotl asked accusingly, baring his own teeth back at Kesho.
"Feh," he spat back at the man, as if he should have known. "Kesho. Hastati." he stated simply, his name and rank only. No need for formality, after all.
The rust-colored coyote paced in small circles for a moment, trying to process the weight of what had just been dumped upon him. He glared up at the man with still dark eyes, but only because Cotl spoke again.
"Vhy you dhink das he's nicht at the border? He doesn't deserve to be abandoned out heres to only be seens sometimes. He wanted to sees die vorld." Cotl defended the dead Izaak, but only barely. Not enough to justify him having stolen the boy's skin, fur, and skull. What the fuck.
Kesho could not contain his rage, now. His stare was fixed, hard, on this cracked up weirdo as he advanced, his steps fast, strong, and purposeful. Kesho charged towards the man, stopping only inches from him, unfortunately still having to look upwards to address the beast.
"What the FUCK is wrong with you?" he accused, deep voice bellowing. An arm whipped out from his side, and he pointed purposefully at the man's chest as he spoke. "Izaak was your blood, you fucking prick! Of course he doesn't belong on the borders...with all of our enemies, you fuck! This is no place for our family." he spat as he screamed at the Ulrich brother without regard for his rank, family status, or anything else. Kesho could not remember being so caught off guard and infuriated by anything in a long time. He didn't usually curse, but he was stupidly pissed off. "He also doesn't deserve to be carried around like a trophy by you or anyone else, either. He deserves a proper fucking burial!" he yelled, and at his last overemphasized word, he turned away, pacing once again out of anger, trying to distract himself so that he would be able to, hopefully, contain his rage. He could not risk a fight with a clan member already. Ohh, but he wanted to.
"Zak was too schön to just let the-BITCHTITS- vorms eat hims. His fur ist varm toos." Cotl said, the German word throwing Kesho off a bit, making it unclear as to whether or not it was a compliment or an insult to the deceased. "Don't judges mich." Cotl said after a pause, as if it had not already happened.
"Oh, I'll judge you." he said, his words like acid. "I'll judge you... and so will the gods, and Gabriel, and Kaena, and everyone else you ever come in contact with." Kesho growled, his voice low and threatening, his stare so intense it could burn.
Betrayers like this did not belong in Inferni. They belong in Hell, the brute thought.
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