OOC: Yey Sascha is here! WC:797 <---HA, our word counts are the same numbers mixed up sara. xDD
The other man had a thing about baring those nasty yellowed teeth at Cotl. The rust man had no problem with the baring of the other's teeth, simply because he didn't care about what the other was baring his teeth about. Nobody knew why he did the things he did, but in his mind he was justified. He always was justified in his own mind. He was always right in his mind, no matter who tried to come up and tell him any different. Obviously, this man was one of those dumbasses who would try to tell him otherwise. Cotl could see the growing anger in the old man, not understanding why the man was so aggressive, maybe it was just his ego, or maybe it was the drugs, who knew, but Cotl thought that the man, who was trying to defend the dead was doing so for no reason. Izaak was dead He couldn't feel anything anymore. This man did not break eye contact with Cotl, who found the other to be pretty rude, and unjustly snarling and making nasty faces at Cotl. Cotl twitched his shoulder, neck following suit and then he let out a loud NYEH sound. The spasm was all over in a blink, and he would be back to his wicked looking self. Joker's smile and dilated icy-fire eyes, dark long unkempt hair in his face in some places, dark tinted shackles raised on his back, and tail was stiff and stationary.
The other man would spit at Cotl before saying his name and rank. Cotl realized the man was a warrior of the clan, but there was very little Cotl had ever been scared of, and size never was one of them, nor was rank really a problem to him because he always did hold a high rank. There were only few above him, and he believed that they deserved more respect than the ones below him. Either way, this other man had been doing nothing but being annoying since he showed up. Cotl was a member of the clan, and he wasn't supposed to have to be weary of any of the members. Plus, it wasn't like Cotl had killed his nephew, he simply wore his fur and liked to take the skull out on an adventure. He'd never admit that he was going to be looking for the killer later and he needed the pelt so he could find the smell of who killed Zak. His intentions were always hidden under that joker's smile and icy-fire gaze.
Maschine snorted and started to get uncomfortable under the weight of the coydog, only simply because Cotl was making him stay where he was when there was a threat that close to him. The steed wanted to buck and thrash to get the snarling coyote away, but passive natured and very loyal he was to his master and his orders. This other man started to yell at Cotl about how Izaak did not belong at the borders, how he was family. Cotl knew all of this. Why this man was all up on his dick was a question that Cotl had not voiced, but the joker's smile turned into a sour frown, and eyes grew hostile. Sie sind ein dummer Narr. the german had let the sentence fall from his fangs like poison from the fangs of a viper. Kesho yelled at him with his oldman voice and Cotl found himself wanting to kick the man in the face since he was so close, but by the time Cotl was about to do it, the man had moved away and started to pace back and forth. Cotl's eyes gazed off to the right, where he had caught the sight of a familiar man. There was his son, his son, how beautiful the young man was. He was big, getting older, and he had that same look on his face that Cotl was infamous for. Frown turned into evil smile as his son had approached, Donder and Blitzen following obediently behind. Sascha. the man stated simply, not even bothering to look at Kesho again. Sascha would approach Cotl, and stand at his side, looking up at him with those ruby eyes of his. FUCKSHITFACEBASTARDCAKEMIXBITCH the outburst had been one of his louder ones, and he shook his head lightly and looked at his son again. Dieser Narr denkt, dass ich zak tragen als Trophäe. Das will ich ihn an den Grenzen zu verlassen. Wie dumm ist er, Sascha? the man spoke to his son in their native tongue. His bi-colored eyes then went onto the full-blooded coyote. The old man was stepping over lines he didn't even know of. You shoulds leave. Du -FICK- habe no clue was du ist talkin abouts, greis.
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