M - Step Up, Ghetto Blaster

Cotl · 01-30-2011, 10:40 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

OOC: Yeah, I want some Inferni action. I would rather it be someone who Cotl has met before. Location: Grotto dei Avernus. And this post finishes SSWM for me Big Grin

Cotl found that he wanted to relax in those Hot springs he had heard had been in Inferni for some time now. He'd never found the need to go there for he was never stressed out as much as he had been lately. Izaak's death bothered him more than it should, and not only as Cotl ready to go out wolf hunting, but he was also moody, and very paranoid. Even with his friends, he had been almost insufferable. Talitha had gone off on him the other day even because he had just been a jerk most of the time. He hadn't care about what others thought recently because they were not the most important thing to him right now, he was the most important thing and he needed to make sure that he was still alive in the end of this all. Cotl didn't want to die, but he did want to kill some bitch for killing his nephew, and simply because of his general hatred for a majority of the world. He was even beginning to hate the rest of his family (Marik and Sascha) and his friends. He didn't know why he was starting to hate them so much, but he just was. Maybe it was because he had to worry about their wellfare so goddamn much. Cotl shook his head as he had walked to the grotto alone, without Maschine and Blitzen, simply because he did not want to have to deal with the two steeds. They got the vibe and didn't even try to follow him out of the Mansion courtyard. They stayed there, Maschine's blue eyes would watch as his master trudged along, ivory feet hitting the snowy ground almost angrily.

Cotl had moved quickly over the terrain, his large coy-dog ears forward on his head, his straight coal hair covering his bi-colored eyes, and brushed neatly to where it hung loosely on his head. His hands had messed with his wrist bands, taking them off for a moment, and scratching the fur that had been under the thick leather. It'd been a long time since Cotl had seen his wrists bare, and it was strange to see them like that, so he was quick to put his bands back on and continue on to the Grotto on his two legs. He had remembered to bring a towel for himself in the satchel that hung on his side, which was also lucky for him since it was fucking freezing outside and when he got out of the water, he'd be freezing unless he had something to dry him off. The towel was good for just that reason.

Sooner or later the man would enter the right place, the mist hanging heavy around the grotto, and as soon as he got close enough, it was incredibly warmer than it was where there was snow. Cotl wondered how this was possible, but then he decided that he didn't care enough to figure it out so he had just found a dry rock to put his towel and satchel on before he had picked one of the many different pools and he had gotten into one of them. Once he was in one of them, he was surprised at how warm it was. He cleared his throat before he opened his maw and words came out. -HOLYFUCKINGSHITBITCHFACEDCUNT MANGLINGBASTARDFACE- were the words to come from his maw as he sat there, relaxing in the hot spring. He sighed lightly as he rested his head back against the rocky flooring and he looked up at the misty sky, just trying to get things off of his mind, and get all of this stress to go away. He didn't want to be like this all the time. He didn't want paranoia, he didn't care about the hatred, for that had always been there, the paranoia had not been and he did not want it to stay, so he was trying to get rid of it. Murder did not need Paranoia. It only needed Hatred, and Cotl had more than enough of that to go around.

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