And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
Today started off slightly rougher than the normal day would have been started off. He had woken up stiff. His spine hurt as he got up out of bed this winter morning. His stomach was quick to tell him that he needed to eat as well. He had also woken up slightly later than normal. The battle from the day before had worn him out some, and was now showing him that he wasn't used to fighting as much as he used to be. He figured that he needed to start sparring again. He probably wouldn't be doing so with his brother though (the only one whom would be a fair fight) simply because his brother was too busy chasing ass than worrying about the war that their home was enduring. Marik also was not much of a fighter, and would often complain about how he didn't get how really to fight and how he hated the training that he had received back at home. Marik was supposed to be the perfect one to their father, when in all reality, Cotl was the one whom was the perfect one. The only thing that had been wrong with Cotl was his vocalizations. Everything else was perfect. Cotl would fight, and did learn to fight from the 'yote whom took him in. Cotl also learned how to read, write, draw, play guitar, Tattoo, and pierce. Cotl was the one whom would learn anything that was offered. He was the open vessel waiting for information to be poured into, and the 'yote whom took him in was quick to realize that the rust male was definitely worth more than his sweet hearted younger brother. Marik wasn't completely useless. Marik actually would be good at peace keeping, and he also was very, very persuasive. Marik would, and could almost get anyone he wanted to fuck him. His brother was the one that was socially acceptable. Cotl, however, was not. Cotl was surprised at the amount of 'yotes that actually cared not about the outbursts of the male. They simply accepted the fact that his words were riddled with profanities, and often only would ask once about it and then simply ignored the random things that would fly from his maw.
The male stretched his sore body. He had sustained minimal damage as far as wounds go from the fight with the three Dahlians that had taken place the day before. He had been surprised that the stupid wolves didn't step into any of the traps that he had been putting around the borders (him and Anselm had found some traps that they could use, and they had set them in key points around the borders since they had a minimal amount). Cotl wondered if the three males had seen through the 'yotes subtle markings of the traps, or what really was happening there. He was too distracted from the fight to actually see if they had set off any of the traps in the area. They hadn't been injured when he had attacked them, but then again, they could have narrowly escaped one that they had set off. He'd more than likely check the traps today. The male twisted his back to the right, and then to the left, making it crack both ways before he let out a sigh in relief and he then fell to the floor of his room. He proceeded to do push-ups until he was tired. He was able to do about 25 before he was struggling to lift himself. He used to be able to do about 50 before he used to get tired. He sighed lightly before he pushed himself to slowly do 20 more. He couldn't do the last five, so he let himself fall to the ground and then he rolled over on his back. Perhaps he was too hungry to continue. He sighed lightly before he panted lightly for a good five or ten minutes. Once he was done being tired from the push-ups, he had gotten back up and moved out of his room, but not before he pulled over his bag that held his jar of weed, a few liquor bottles, and his gas mask.
Cotl was quick to descend down the stairs, and push his way out of the mansion doors. The cold air hit him like a ton of bricks. He doubted that he was going to be riding Maschine very fast. The canine went to the large shed that he had made into a stable for his steed and he opened it up. The horse was waiting at the door, ready to go out, nickering at the male and rubbing his nose over the male's wounded body. Maschineee... It's all cool. I'm fine.. the male cleared his throat after he spoke to the horse, his hands petting the horse's nose. He let the horse come from the confines of the shed before he climbed upon the equine's back and then started to ride the horse towards....The caves? Yes, he headed towards the caves first, because he had not seen Keana in quite some time, besides the meeting, and he didn't really get to talk to her one on one. He felt bad for not doing so, and figured he might as well seek her out, and possibly show her some fun. Party on an Inferni... "victory" of sorts since the team of four 'yotes had chased off the three Dahlians.
The steed carried his master to the caves, and as they came up to the cave, Cotl dismounted the steed, and then approached the entrance to her cave. It was hers because her scent was all over it. His head peeked in, not really willing to enter entirely yet. He scented the cave once more and noticed a second scent that he had smelt before, but never met the owner of. They were obviously close to Kae if they lived within the same quarters. Kae? You home?-NYEH- asked the male, one audit pulled back, and the other forward.
Sprechen. Denken hart. Wandernd.
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