i don't dream of flying

Cotl · 08-18-2011, 01:52 PM

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Out of Character

ooc: ooooooooooooo Talitha always knows how to make Cotl angry dude. Also PP was discussed over AIM +10(1111)

In Character

She told him that they were not Ulrich. How dare she. She should have known better. She really should have. She had seen him murder a wolf in cold blood before, slit his throat and then eat the wolf's flesh. She knew what he was capable of, but it didn't dawn upon her that he had no sympathy for children. He would murder a child in cold blood if he had to, and right now, his blood was boiling, and he wanted to just launch at those children with teeth bared, and to rip them to shreds until they were no more, until they were just particles of fur floating in the air. She went into a whole schpeel about how this was to fulfill her father's heart and this was supposed to be all for Inferni and how Halo's son failed them. How dare she speak ill of Cotl's only true friend, the woman he loved more so than Talitha herself! How DARE she speak of him not being able to get over himself! How dare she, how dare she play with his emotions! Cotl felt the anger bubble in his chest, and fill him all the way up to his ears. ICH KANNST GET OVER MEINSELF?!?! ICH KANNST? ICH? ME? WAS ABOUT DU? HUH? he roared at the woman, so loud that probably Marik and Sascha could hear him from the other rooms. Marik knew better than to interfere but he knew not about his real son, his only son, Sascha Cotl Ulrich. Perhaps he wasn't even around to hear his father roaring at his new mate.

Talitha went on to tell him that she came here out of respect for him. To show them to him, to show him her sins because she "respected" him. He found this to be bullshit, because in his mind, if she respected him, then she would have killed them all, knowing that they were not his. His tail lashed behind him aggressively, and his hackles still stood up on his back (what hackles he had left from the burning tattoo on his back) and he finally moved from his spot on the bed to stand to the side of the bed, as tall has his little 5'4'' body would let him stand. She tried to tell him that she wanted them to be his, but she did not admit that she loved him. She just spoke of how she wanted them to be this way and that way. He was frustrated, and he almost just wanted her to get out of his sight. It took every fiber of his being to not strike her, to not rip the quilt out of her hands and take the mutts in his mouth and crush their lives. It took everything he was not to not do these things. He was a monster, and for him to change that was like trying to change water into wine. To change himself to care about children that were not his was not only impossible, but extremely improbable. He wanted nothing to do with any of them, and he almost wanted nothing to do with Talitha. If he wasn't so stubborn he would tell her to go away, and that he did not want to be her mate anymore. How could she get away with something like this, and everything just be peachy keen? She couldn't and he wanted to punish her because of it. It was a matter of how he would punish her. He wanted to scar her, to sink his fangs into her flesh. It took everything to not do so.

She pushed the beast in his face, asking him if it looked like a coyote. Of course it didn't, and when she had done so, his hands ungripped themselves from the tight fists he had been making and he had his bloody claws aimed to swipe at the child. He had no regard for the child's life, and the squealing of the child had reached his ears, telling him that he had hurt the pup. He cared not. If she had not recoiled the pup as fast as she did, then he would have grabbed the pup and continued to abuse it until it's life was no more. Do you dhink that Ich ist stupids?-FUCKINGSTUPIDMODERFUCKING DICKWADBITCHFACE- Ich knows das ist nicht ein coyote! Ist nicht even mein type auf dog breed! he admitted it, that he was a dog, but he was not a dog whom had those markings. He was a dingo type of dog, one that was astonishingly close to the dingo and more than likely the descendants of such a graceful breed. He twitched his arm, and he then anxiously grabbed the bottom of his long coal hair. He turned away from her, not wanting to look at her and desire her blood on his hands, on his tongue. His hands were already bleeding from his own claws, and it mixed with the blood of the pup whom he had struck out at. She tried to say sorry to him. She told him that she tried, that she didn't mean for this to happen. If she didn't mean for this to happen, she would not have mated with whatever bastard she had to create it.

She could probably finally see his new tattoo that branded his entire back now, three skulls in the form of a giant heart, with spiderwebs and demonic wings that wrapped around his sides. Ich nicht believes du. If du did, du vould habe killed dem. You veak bitch. he dared to speak, his words actually much lower than his previous words. He was actually hurt, his mind, his pride, ego, and whatever icy heart he had left in that chest of his. He didn't think he would ever forgive her for this. She had proven herself to be nothing but a whore, and to do sleep with other men when she was in heat was a crime to him. If she cared about him, if she wanted them to be Ulrich, or "coyotes" then she would have just come to him, she wouldn't have been a whore whom spread her legs for every male that came around. To him, she'd never be a true mate, and she'd never have his children. It made him rethink of if the last litter she had back in the day was even his. Dey veren't even mein eithers, vere dey? his voice was barely above a whisper, his hand anxiously combing through his thick hair. He didn't know what else to do with them. He didn't know what to do with himself right now.

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