01-02-2010, 01:02 AM
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He had been reunited with his brother and that was all well and good but he couldn’t exactly depend on the slightly older male all of the time. Actually in this land it was more of a role reversal. He needed his brother to save him because his brother was the one that fitted in and had all the friends while he was something of an outcast still. Oh sure, he had been accepted into Inferni and shared his brother’s bed (no homo) but that was nothing like Germany where he had been the popular and accepted one. He had been the one expected to excel. Perhaps even to carry on the family name. Well, as long as his father never found out about his same sex conquests. Reading, writing, hunting, and fighting hadn’t been the only things that his Meister had taught him. Oh no, most certainly not. Though his father would never accept the knowledge if he had ever been informed. Marik would have just been shipped off like his brother had been. So he had been careful not to let his discretions be found out about. Not that he enjoyed the company of the same sex alone. He certainly wasn’t about to deprive anyone of his company. Male or female, coyote or other canine. And if he was desperate enough then other species of fauna as well. And that is why he had to make friends and fast. Just so that he wouldn’t get that desperate. He’d rather have the sort that would invite his advances. Not to say he hadn’t been known to force encounters when he was desperate. It was some primal urge that he couldn’t control. Hypersexuality, a true condition that he suffered from. He felt like he was going insane if he went without for too long. But he was okay for a few days yet. He’d gotten a parting gift of something from the boat ride and the mark was healing upon the back of his shoulder. It was just one of the many already covering his body; though mostly on his back, shoulders, and hips. Though there might be faint ones elsewhere that was still were the main congregation of them where.
But that had nothing to do with this trip, though it would be nice, instead he was just getting out of his brother’s hair. He was giving Cotl some time to himself. Not like the brothers had to spend all of their time together. Marik had to get out and explore the landmass he has arrived upon. Cotl had already had the opportunity to do just that. Actually it had been his brother to suggest heading into the direction that he had gone. Cotl had told him of how interesting the city was with the places to explore and the treasures to find. He certainly wouldn’t mind treasures. He would even bring back things for Cotl. It was the least he could do for Cotl taking him into his bed. And for telling him of a place to go and entertain himself rather than Marik having to hunt around on his own. Eh, Cotl was cold to most everyone but he was used to his brother’s wish for solitude. He knew why his brother liked it to. And well, his brother accepted him the way he was. Sure, Cotl didn’t agree with his lifestyle but he also had never tried to divert him from it. They had agreed that Cotl could keep on, but just so long as he wasn’t bringing them to the bed. It was an easy enough stipulation to live by. One that could be easily followed. And really there was a side to Cotl that most didn’t realize was there. His slightly older brother actually liked to cuddle at night. Rik should know since he usually be wrapped up in his brother’s arms when it was time to sleep. And surprisingly it was Cotl that would insist seeing as how Marik was the physical one. But now it was just an unspoken tradition. Time to sleep meant snuggle time. Which made Marik wonder what Cotl had done the entire time that Marik had been making the trip to this place. Had his brother found someone else to snuggle with during that time? If he did then they weren’t inhabiting his brother’s bed now that he was around. Not with Marik around to reclaim it.
The coyote hybrid had ignored the smaller homes within the city and had made his way to a large building. Why mess with the smaller stuff when there was something so big that was begging to be invaded. And invade he must. But it was massive and he had no idea where to begin first. Which is why he just walked into one of the first buildings he came to. And how lucky was he but to walk into the one that contained the bound volumes of paper? He was still curious as to how paper was made exactly. It was something that he wanted to recreate. Something that had interested him greatly. And it boggled his mind that he hadn’t figured it out yet. But one of these days, at least that is what he vowed to himself. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then he would find someone that knew. Find someone and get them to tell him how. Or maybe one of the tomes in this place contained the secret knowledge that he so desperately wanted. But it wasn’t the books that had count his attention first. Oh no, it was some sort of strange box. He moved over to the box, also known as a computer, and poked it. It was weird. It didn’t seem to have a lid. How were things to be stored then? And it was while he was looking over the strange box and shifting it around on top of the table that he ended up dropping it and breaking it. At least he figured out how to get it open without a top to it. But the inside was weird. There were all these metal bits inside of it. It was strange. Marik knelt and fingered through them. He would have to take come of these things back to Cotl and see what he thought of them.
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Word Count: 1057
He had been reunited with his brother and that was all well and good but he couldn’t exactly depend on the slightly older male all of the time. Actually in this land it was more of a role reversal. He needed his brother to save him because his brother was the one that fitted in and had all the friends while he was something of an outcast still. Oh sure, he had been accepted into Inferni and shared his brother’s bed (no homo) but that was nothing like Germany where he had been the popular and accepted one. He had been the one expected to excel. Perhaps even to carry on the family name. Well, as long as his father never found out about his same sex conquests. Reading, writing, hunting, and fighting hadn’t been the only things that his Meister had taught him. Oh no, most certainly not. Though his father would never accept the knowledge if he had ever been informed. Marik would have just been shipped off like his brother had been. So he had been careful not to let his discretions be found out about. Not that he enjoyed the company of the same sex alone. He certainly wasn’t about to deprive anyone of his company. Male or female, coyote or other canine. And if he was desperate enough then other species of fauna as well. And that is why he had to make friends and fast. Just so that he wouldn’t get that desperate. He’d rather have the sort that would invite his advances. Not to say he hadn’t been known to force encounters when he was desperate. It was some primal urge that he couldn’t control. Hypersexuality, a true condition that he suffered from. He felt like he was going insane if he went without for too long. But he was okay for a few days yet. He’d gotten a parting gift of something from the boat ride and the mark was healing upon the back of his shoulder. It was just one of the many already covering his body; though mostly on his back, shoulders, and hips. Though there might be faint ones elsewhere that was still were the main congregation of them where.
But that had nothing to do with this trip, though it would be nice, instead he was just getting out of his brother’s hair. He was giving Cotl some time to himself. Not like the brothers had to spend all of their time together. Marik had to get out and explore the landmass he has arrived upon. Cotl had already had the opportunity to do just that. Actually it had been his brother to suggest heading into the direction that he had gone. Cotl had told him of how interesting the city was with the places to explore and the treasures to find. He certainly wouldn’t mind treasures. He would even bring back things for Cotl. It was the least he could do for Cotl taking him into his bed. And for telling him of a place to go and entertain himself rather than Marik having to hunt around on his own. Eh, Cotl was cold to most everyone but he was used to his brother’s wish for solitude. He knew why his brother liked it to. And well, his brother accepted him the way he was. Sure, Cotl didn’t agree with his lifestyle but he also had never tried to divert him from it. They had agreed that Cotl could keep on, but just so long as he wasn’t bringing them to the bed. It was an easy enough stipulation to live by. One that could be easily followed. And really there was a side to Cotl that most didn’t realize was there. His slightly older brother actually liked to cuddle at night. Rik should know since he usually be wrapped up in his brother’s arms when it was time to sleep. And surprisingly it was Cotl that would insist seeing as how Marik was the physical one. But now it was just an unspoken tradition. Time to sleep meant snuggle time. Which made Marik wonder what Cotl had done the entire time that Marik had been making the trip to this place. Had his brother found someone else to snuggle with during that time? If he did then they weren’t inhabiting his brother’s bed now that he was around. Not with Marik around to reclaim it.
The coyote hybrid had ignored the smaller homes within the city and had made his way to a large building. Why mess with the smaller stuff when there was something so big that was begging to be invaded. And invade he must. But it was massive and he had no idea where to begin first. Which is why he just walked into one of the first buildings he came to. And how lucky was he but to walk into the one that contained the bound volumes of paper? He was still curious as to how paper was made exactly. It was something that he wanted to recreate. Something that had interested him greatly. And it boggled his mind that he hadn’t figured it out yet. But one of these days, at least that is what he vowed to himself. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then he would find someone that knew. Find someone and get them to tell him how. Or maybe one of the tomes in this place contained the secret knowledge that he so desperately wanted. But it wasn’t the books that had count his attention first. Oh no, it was some sort of strange box. He moved over to the box, also known as a computer, and poked it. It was weird. It didn’t seem to have a lid. How were things to be stored then? And it was while he was looking over the strange box and shifting it around on top of the table that he ended up dropping it and breaking it. At least he figured out how to get it open without a top to it. But the inside was weird. There were all these metal bits inside of it. It was strange. Marik knelt and fingered through them. He would have to take come of these things back to Cotl and see what he thought of them.
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