M - Misery Loves Its Company

Cotl · 01-19-2011, 11:09 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, and/or[?] strong sexual content(hell, anything can happen in this thread) starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised. Yey Cotl and his vulgarity!

OOC: [aw] It's been awhile since cotl had an aw o.o' Mature because Cotl is fucking insane. This thread is for Jan prompt # 3: Tension, checking the borders for any gapes and whatnot.

Oh, Izaak, you were never ugly, just oh so annoying when you were alive. It didn't give that Wolf the right to decide what happened to you though. I should have taken your life, not them. Cotl gazed into the eyeholes of the skull that once belonged to his nephew, Izaak Ulrich. Now it belonged to him, and it sat upon his counter, always watching over Cotl, even as he slept in that bed...When he slept in that bed. Hadn't been too often because of the paranoia that he had about him being next of the Ulrichs to be executed. Cotl could find a million and one reasons that he could be on the chopping block, looking up at the blade that would wedge itself between his neck and chest, decapitating him instantly. Cotl laid in his bed at the moment, staring over at the eye sockets, imagining the man's face, stupid smile, and then his silver eyes peering back at him. It was amazing how easily Cotl could reconstruct the man's face with his mind. He remembered every detail of the boy's body, face, everything. Cotl held a thick frown on his ebon maw. NYEH the male let the sound from his maw and he twitch his large rust colored ear. Cotl wondered why the wolf ripped off Izaak's ear. Cotl wondered what exactly did the yotedog do to make a wolf attack him. Most wolves around here were friendly, or at least not too aggressive as far as he knew, not without reason. Izaak didn't normally do things that would make someone want to kill him off the bat. He had a stupid air around him that made it seem like he didn't know what the fuck was going on most of the time. That's the only reason Cotl didn't end his life right away when he got annoyed with the man for the first or second or sixth time. Izaak didn't have a full functional brain was Cotl's excuse. The rustt man couldn't help but wonder what the fuck stupid shit did Izaak do to lose his life. He'd probably never know unless he could find the one who killed the man and ask the bastard themselves why they found it appropriate to end the life of such a young male. Poor Izaak was only a year and a few months old too. Cotl snuggled into the male's pelt, the fur warm, soft. The tinge of that wolf's scent still was there, but Cotl's and Inferni's scent would soon wash it away. Cotl would memorize the smell, and try to find it one of these days. Actually, one of those days that he would decide to do something about his injustice was today.

Cotl was quick to get up and grab the pelt from the bed and drape it on his broad, rust shoulders. The pelt was actually quite big, since Izaak had been a few inches taller than the twitchy bastard that took his pelt and burned his body. Cotl put a wicked grin on his stupid maw, finding it funny, the thought of him burning the body, almost like getting rid of the evidence, even though Cotl proudly wore Izaak's pelt like it was no problem that he skinned his nephew because he figured that could use the extra warmth. Cotl was just being useful, he figured, and it also meant that he had something to remember the stupid asshole by. The skull was just because Cotl had been Imaginifer. He thought often times about displaying Izaak's skull at the border, letting him watch who came and went. Then Cotl got selfish and kept the skull in his room on the counter, letting Izaak watch Cotl's sleepless nights roll on and on. That skull would probably make Cotl go insane. He already sat there and just stared at it sometimes, thinking about whatever came to mind when he looked at it. Izaak finally could listen to Cotl because Izaak had no life left in him. Cotl was metal enough to like it. Cotl chuckled deviously. Zakk, Vantsa go looks at die borders? Dey mights-FUCKERDICKFACE- habe somedhing interestingss. Cotl asked the skull, who remained in it's solid spot, not moving at all. There was silence between the skull and the nutcase, before there was a long, insane giggle that would come from Cotl's maw. Okays, Ve goes now dhen. the man jumped up from his bed, trotted to his counter and reached into Izaak's eyesocket to take out a vile of cocaine that he had gotten awhile back when that wolf was around, Lucia her name was. Cotl twitched his neck and a loud NYEH came from his throat before he would put the powder from the vile on the countertop next to Zakk's skull. Cotl gave a wicked grin to Zak before he had put his nose to the line of cocaine and he snorted the entire line. Shivers ran down his spine as he came up and he blinked a few times, sniffled and then started to giggle madly. He put the cork back in the top of the vile to save the rest of the coke before he had put the vile between his wrist and his leather wristband that was always on both of his wrists. He then grabbed onto Zak's skull and he mounted it onto his shoulder. He giggled madly the whole time as he imagined Izaak and his annoying, gay, German voice talking to him, telling him silly things in German. Cotl blinked for another moment before he was able to giggle and actually move towards his destination. He grabbed himself his bag and then he was off.

He swiftly moved out of his room, and down the staircase. He looked around, trying to see if he could find someone to bug for some reason, but when he didn't see anyone in the mansion (probably all snuggling in bed or out doing other things) he had made sure to quickly get outside. Once he opened the door, a rush of cold air pushed against his body. He shivered almost excitedly as he jumped out of the door and closed it. He jumped off the porch and stumbled across the snow surface for a moment before he had stood up and looked around, almost like a meerkat would, just...Luperci instead of meerkat. The rust man had giggled deviously as he thought about what he would look like at the moment. The wicked grin still sat on his face, if only because he was as high as a fucking kite in the middle of July. He let a loud bark come from his darkened maw to call his trusty steed, Maschine. Maschine was quick to come, only being on the other side of the house, and once the horse trotted up to the coked out Cotl, the amazed look on Cotl's face was enough to make Maschine even look at his master funny. Cotl thought that the skull on the steed's face was the coolest shit ever at the moment, just because it looked so much better right at that moment. Cotl cackled and pet the horse's head before hoisting himself on the steed's back. Once he was up on the horse's back, he had taken the mane of the horse and directed him towards where he had found Izaak's body. He went towards the Mountain.

Maschine carried his coked up master towards the mountain, but they stayed at the bottom of the mountain and found their way to Occasus Promontorium, where there would be the borders, and where Izaak's dead body was found buried under the snow. Cotl chuckled lightly. Remember over dere, zak? Das vhere Ich found du, ja! the man spoke to the skull, his throat clearing after that. Cotl rode Maschine easily, the steed trotting along under his master's weight. It would be awhile until the three(Izaak, Maschine, Cotl) would come up to the borders of Inferni, where there was fresh snow on the ground, barely any scents besides the stench of Infernians. Cotl found a wolf skull that had been tilted wrong, so he had pulled Maschine up to the pike and he stood up on the steed's back. Stays reals stills, Maschines -NYEH- Cotl spoke to the steed before he had fixed the cool skull. He then took Zak's skull and compared the sizes. Cotl giggled evilly. Das vhy you vere so goddamn stupids Izaak. Cotl spoke, wicked grin on his face as he had cleared his throat again and twitched his shoulder before he had to get down. He slowly sat back down on Maschine's back before he had taken the steed to the next pike, looking them all over to make sure they were all secure. Cotl fixed a few more of them before he was going to leave, head east. Something to him said east. He fixed one more, standing up on Maschine's back once more and his ivory hands touched the bleached skull...

Kesho Maisha · 01-20-2011, 01:03 AM

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Sorry this is comparatively short! I promise the next one will be longer. Just wrote a novel in another thread so I'm a bit drained, lmao. :] SSWM: 622

Kesho had been patrolling these sacred borders with increased frequency since he'd heard of the death of Izaak Ulrich, the young, strange boy with the silvery, rust-colored pelt, who surely had a golden heart. The old man recalled the kid's pet reindeer, and smiled to himself, for once sadly. Truthfully, Izaak had not been an incredibly valuable asset to Inferni, but Kesho had been of the school of thought that believed that he could have been, with work. Now, though, any and all potential had been squashed by those dirty Anathema wolves. Kesho couldn't help but let out a low growl as he thought about it; more ruthless killing, unnecessary battling between species. If ever he encountered those Anathema demons, they would have a fight on their hands, without a second thought. Fucking wolves, thinking they can just go and kill any fucking coyote... he thought angrily, walking faster now, on two legs, strangely.

It was strange that he'd preferred his Optime form today, but the ache in his joints and muscles had been particularly bothering him, and this form, oddly enough, helped relieve some of that pain, if only for a few hours. He stopped for a moment, stretching his sore arms and legs carefully, twirling his head around in attempt to capture any scents on the breeze that rolled through. Though he failed to recognize it's origin, he clearly scented an Inferni canine; that musky smell was unmistakable. There was something else, there, too, and the old man strained to discern it. Was it equine? He was unsure as his quarry was still a slight way away, and the breeze now ran away from him.

Kesho broke into brisk walk, following his nose strictly now as his red eyes remained alert, searching for the living being that was surely waiting at the end of this trail. He was getting closer now, nearing the skull decorated line, noticing the very light presence of another familiar scent. Kesho's eyes narrowed, curious, cautious, and instinctively defensive. As he neared, the figures appeared together in his vision, their figure merged into one; canine on top of equine. Kesho grunted vaguely at the idea of a coyote--or whatever he was-- riding a horse, but that was another issue altogether. He approached the man, slowly and cautiously. He held the look of a coyote, mostly; he was orange, with a black nose, and lighter coloring underneath. The beast that he rode on was a black and white creature, looking as crazed as it's rider, who, as Kesho came closer, was found to be holding a skull. Red eyes stared at the thing as he nodded a stiff greeting to the stranger. This creep smelled so strongly of Inferni, but Kesho couldn't help but feel he was up to something strange.

"Who are you and what have you got there, stranger?" he asked, his tone intense, demanding, but not entirely hostile. He knew where to draw the line, and he would not attack a fellow clansmen without reason. Even with reason, it would be a far stretch to get him to betray his loyalty by fighting with other members. "That skull looks too small to be wolf." he commented, his voice gruff and yes, a bit accusing. Just what was going on?

The old man looked over this dark, pierced stranger once again, noticing now the bright orange, silver, and creme pelt draped across his shoulders; his hackles raised and a chill shook through his body. No, that can't be... he couldn't help but think, as a snarl formed on his lips without sound. Maybe a good explanation would help this, but Kesho doubted it.

Cotl · 01-20-2011, 08:32 AM

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OOC: I don't ever expect anyone to match me and my ridiculous starters, so don't even worry about it. Wink

Cotl was in Lala Land as he stood there on top of his steed, fixing the skull on the pike to where it was perfect. He fixed the ties on it so it would stay on the pike better and so the wind wouldn't blow them off. Maschine shifted his weight on his legs, which caused Cotl to flinch for a second, but catch his balance and still stand on top of the horse's strong back. Cotl heard Maschine nicker back at his master in warning, but Cotl paid no attention to the steed, for he was looking at the skull and wondering who's it was. It wasn't Haku's, but it was definitely wolf. Cotl traced the skull with his black claw, smiling before he had looked to the skull on his shoulder, he traced the skull there with his claw before he clicked his claws against both skulls, a hollow click coming from both of them, one a higher pitch than the other. Cotl let a devious chuckle from his maw as he stood there. Maschine would warn him a second time, and this time, he didn't get much of a chance to respond before another being would be in the presence of the trio. There was something about him being a stranger, and the other asked who it was, and what he had here on him. What the fuck did it look like? The Imaginifer looked over to the source of the voice, bi-colored eyes landing on the coyote. There was age there, and on the face of the other male. The Imaginifer was much younger than the old as dirt male that stood there in front of him. Cotl didn't bother to answer right away, only leaving a coked up smile on his face that normally held a frown. The other then commented about how the skull on his shoulder was too small to be wolf. Put the puzzle pieces together, I dare you.

It seemed that it didn't take long to put one and two together to make out that the Imaginifer was wearing his nephew's pelt like it was his own because the other male had progressively got a hostile look over his features. Cotl smiled a devious smile, Bi-colored eyes narrowed on the coyote. Cotl Van Ulrich, Imaginifer of Inferni. -NYEHBUTTFUCKMUNCHER- Die skull ist too smalls to bes volf. Ist coydog. Cotl spoke, grin still wide on his maw, nothing innocent about it. There never was, and never will be innocence behind that smile. Cotl knew nothing about being innocent. Absolutely guilty of everything he was accused for in a court of law. He didn't give two shits about how "wrong" or "disgusting" he was for keeping Zak's head and pelt. He did it for his benefit and Zak would have probably done the same to Sascha, or Marik, or even Cotl. Zak would probably try to do dirty things with the dead body if he had the chance to he was sure. Cotl simply was doing what he wanted to do. Nobody was going to stop him, espeically not this old man, whoever he was. Vho die hells are you? The Imaginifer asked, even he showed his teeth this time, in the same way that the old man had shown his nasty, yellowed teeth at the Imaginifer. This only lasted a few seconds before his maw curled into a devious smile. Vhy you dhink das he's nicht at the border? He doesn't deserve to be abandoned out heres to only be seens sometimes. He wanted to sees die vorld. the man spoke, clearing his throat at the male before he had finally taken a seat on top of his steed.

Zak was too schön to just let the-BITCHTITS- vorms eat hims. His fur ist varm toos. Cotl spoke evil grin plastered there on his face. Don't judges mich. he spoke, wrinkling his nose at the other man, smile turned to quick snarl and snarl back to twisted smile. God was he fucked up right now.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-20-2011, 11:53 PM

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Just as he'd thought, there was no good explanation for this, nor did weirdo bother to give one. It seemed the crazed maniac of a coyote hybrid had seen the recognition on Kesho's face, known that he was caught red-handed, so to speak. The old Hastati's eyes inflated with suspicion, with anger, a low, deep growl briefly escaping his lungs. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? he thought with a sneer of disgust; the beast was speaking.

"Cotl Van Ulrich, Imaginifer of Inferni. -NYEHBUTTFUCKMUNCHER- Die skull ist too smalls to bes volf. Ist coydog." Cotl said in mere agreement, obviously without concern for the anger in Kesho's voice regarding the skull.

Again, Kesho bared his teeth at this brute; those teeth were nasty and yellowed from age, but you'd better be sure you knew they were as sharp as knives, even still. That snarl stayed on his face as he spoke, his crimson eyes never leaving the contact of those freakish red and blue ones. Kesho declined to reply to this most fantastic of opening statements, also too angry to acknowledge the nonsense string of words strewn carelessly throughout his sentence.

Cotl's pattern of speech was substantially better than Izaak's had been, but that same Germanic accent and slightly off version of English that he spoke was the same. This fucker was even Izaak's relative. They carried the same blood in their veins. Kesho knew their relation could be too terribly distant, for they were too close in age. This guy is a creep... he thought, as those drugged up eyes stared at him. He felt uncomfortable under that gaze that he was forced to look up to; only now did he wish he had his own steed. The old man's brow furrowed again at Cotl's next words.

"Vho die hells are you?" Cotl asked accusingly, baring his own teeth back at Kesho.

"Feh," he spat back at the man, as if he should have known. "Kesho. Hastati." he stated simply, his name and rank only. No need for formality, after all.

The rust-colored coyote paced in small circles for a moment, trying to process the weight of what had just been dumped upon him. He glared up at the man with still dark eyes, but only because Cotl spoke again.

"Vhy you dhink das he's nicht at the border? He doesn't deserve to be abandoned out heres to only be seens sometimes. He wanted to sees die vorld." Cotl defended the dead Izaak, but only barely. Not enough to justify him having stolen the boy's skin, fur, and skull. What the fuck.

Kesho could not contain his rage, now. His stare was fixed, hard, on this cracked up weirdo as he advanced, his steps fast, strong, and purposeful. Kesho charged towards the man, stopping only inches from him, unfortunately still having to look upwards to address the beast.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you?" he accused, deep voice bellowing. An arm whipped out from his side, and he pointed purposefully at the man's chest as he spoke. "Izaak was your blood, you fucking prick! Of course he doesn't belong on the borders...with all of our enemies, you fuck! This is no place for our family." he spat as he screamed at the Ulrich brother without regard for his rank, family status, or anything else. Kesho could not remember being so caught off guard and infuriated by anything in a long time. He didn't usually curse, but he was stupidly pissed off. "He also doesn't deserve to be carried around like a trophy by you or anyone else, either. He deserves a proper fucking burial!" he yelled, and at his last overemphasized word, he turned away, pacing once again out of anger, trying to distract himself so that he would be able to, hopefully, contain his rage. He could not risk a fight with a clan member already. Ohh, but he wanted to.

"Zak was too schön to just let the-BITCHTITS- vorms eat hims. His fur ist varm toos." Cotl said, the German word throwing Kesho off a bit, making it unclear as to whether or not it was a compliment or an insult to the deceased. "Don't judges mich." Cotl said after a pause, as if it had not already happened.

"Oh, I'll judge you." he said, his words like acid. "I'll judge you... and so will the gods, and Gabriel, and Kaena, and everyone else you ever come in contact with." Kesho growled, his voice low and threatening, his stare so intense it could burn.

Betrayers like this did not belong in Inferni. They belong in Hell, the brute thought.

Sascha · 01-25-2011, 05:03 AM

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OOC: [coding for this table goes to sie.] Heehee! Throws Sas in here >3 and sorry if this sucks, I was half dead with a headache writing this >.> | 779 words o.o

The shock of his brother's death had effected him, changing his life forever. Though there was a time Izaak scared him, he loved his brother/cousin; he never wanted this to happen. He never expected his death to come so soon. Zak always told him he loved him and always seemed worried that he would leave him. Now, Zak was gone; he left him to live this world without his presence. Even though this upset him, he didn't shed a tear. Sascha couldn't remember the last time he cried, if he ever did in his life. There was this pain, however, in his chest and it seemed so foreign to him. He didn't understand; this never happened when his mother died.

Sascha just sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as if he was very entertained. Here and there he would create noise by blowing raspberries sentence, something he normally did. He heard a door close which made the boy stop filling the air with sound. It sounded like his father's door and Sascha's ruby eyes flickered to the door even though he did not have the capability to see through it. For a moment, he didn't move. He wasn't sure if he wanted to follow him or not, if he wanted to leave his room. He kept to himself more than usual after the death which was why he was putting more thought to it. He had little motivation to crawl out of his space.

Some time had passed and he finally rose from his bed. He walked over to his already packed bag and club to equip himself, strapping the club on his back and draping his bag on his shoulder. He grabbed the door knob, hesitating before opening it but he did. He headed out and made his way outside while blowing raspberries once more. As soon as he left the mansion he was greeted by Donder. The young buffalo had gotten use to his noise and would come every time her heard it. With one hand, he petted his friend on the head. He scanned his surroundings, wondering where his father might have gone but nothing gave him the answer until he looked down and found some tracks made from a horse. They appeared fresh and heading out in a certain direction which gave him an idea of where Cotl might have gone.

Before he took off, he had to find Blitzen; he was now in his care. The albino reindeer had yet to get use to his sound and so he had to look for him. Though, he knew he wouldn't be far since he seemed to take a liking to Donder. He looked around, walking to the back of the mansion to find Blitzen sniffing the ground as if he were searching for something. He had a basket that held treats and food for him and Donder so he walked over and took out an apple and hay with both hands. He went over to Blitzen since he was closer and fed him the apple then fed Donder the hay before heading off to meet his father. He made sure both of them were following, looking over his shoulder or beside him every now and then. It took time but he finally reached his destination only to find his father with another. The situation, in his eyes, did not look like it was going well and Sascha froze in his tracks off in the distance. He hesitated in whether to expose himself or not; if they haven't noticed him already. He took a hard swallow, his posture awkward as ever, as his legs began to move again. As he got close, he could hear the stranger's tone and it sounded horrible. It made Sascha want to hide. His hands were fisted as he continued his approach until he was to the side of him. No doubt they had noticed him now if not before.

The boy had arrived just in time to hear the ending of what the other said, though not enough to know what was going on. He was concerned and he obviously didn't show bravery at the moment. His tail, what little he had, was pressed against him and he displayed nothing but fear. He was a coward, never really been brave and that was thanks to his upbringing. He only looked at the stranger for a split second before his eyes fell upon his father. He noticed his brother's fur and skull, making Sas question why he had them here. He stood there quietly with Donder and Blitzen behind him. He didn't know what to do....

Cotl · 01-25-2011, 06:11 PM

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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.

Kesho Maisha · 01-26-2011, 11:28 PM

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Listen to the woman, John. Calm down, just calm down... Lmao. <3 Yay Sascha! Big Grin I was hoping to have a thread with you anyways. WC: 1031

His pacing continued, snorting like a bull as he tried to control his rage. Kesho could not fathom what logical reasoning could be behind this. The old man knew that this man had been related to Izaak. Their family name was the same. What sort of family would carry around their relative's skull and skin? Not only was it creepy, but it was simply fucked up. Yes, Kesho had been known to carry around a skull or two himself, but to those bones, he held no ties. Nor would he have wanted to. The Hastati was capable of many things, but defiling a fellow clansmen's body was not one of them. He shivered at the thought.

The rusted coyote turned his dark gaze back to this crazed maniac on a horse, his eyes filled with fire. He watched, uncaring, as Cotl's shoulder, neck, and face twitched in some sort of spasm. From his voice came a loud, strange and nonsensical vocalization that simply caused Kesho's brow to furrow, his pace slowing as he stared, slightly confusedly, at the insane man. What was his goal? What was he trying to do? All Kesho wanted to do was understand, and perhaps to be assured that Izaak's body and soul would be at peaceful rest, as they deserved. But Cotl made him feel uneasy; his behavior seemed unpredictable at best, and the old man was somewhat wary. He knew all too well what psychosis could do to someone. This was probably a good example.

The horse began to whinny and fuss about, clearly uncomfortable with his presence. With an angry sigh, Kesho backed away several steps, placing his hands on his hips with somewhat of a defeated expression. There wasn't much he could do. What should he do? Try to fight this crazy mutt whose skill could match or surpass his own? While he rode on a four-legged hoofed animal? It sounded like it would end badly, and very painfully. Those hooves hurt. For once, Kesho needed to reason through a situation. Certainly, he would not like the explanation no matter how good it was, but it seemed like he had no choice but to accept it. Just another fucking thing I have to accept without question, huh... he thought bitterly, glancing to the side. He refused to speak as the punk spewed German words at him; he had heard the language frequently enough-- and the man's tone was nasty enough-- to discern that it was an insult. Again, he forced two lungfuls of air through his nostrils, turning his head to look vaguely away from the man, though all of his other senses remained focused on him.

Then, he heard the sound of approaching feet. Narrowing his gaze, the man watched carefully, seeing what looked to be three figures approaching in the near distance. After a firm glance back to Cotl, wondering if the man saw what he did, he simply stared ahead for a moment, trying to assure himself of what he saw. As the trio came into view, he saw a strangely familiar looking boy being followed by two...creatures. One was immediately and unmistakeably recognized: Blitzen. That silly white reindeer that Izaak made follow him around. The other animal looked like some sort of bull or buffalo creature, and it seemed to be fond of the boy, and of Blitzen. This strange boy looked a lot like Izaak, Kesho thought. Then, he turned his head back to Cotl, whose face had turned from an angered frown to a happy look of recognition. Surely, they were related, too.

The boy approached quietly and remained there, clearly unsure of what to do. Kesho had managed to calm himself down, for the moment, and would certainly not act out with such young, innocent ears around. Then again, he didn't really know if this boy was innocent or not, but as shyly as he had approached, with two young animals in his company, Kesho would not risk a traumatizing experience. He nodded quietly to the boy, hoping to convey to whatever extent he could that he would not hurt him. With one final, quick look to Cotl he snorted, and watched unpleasantly as the man exchanged words with his...well, whatever the boy was to him. Sascha, he said. Maybe that was his name.

With a sigh, Kesho took several steps away, hearing the crazed man as he seemed to have another spasm, this one littered with curse words. The old man glared darts at Cotl, and grimaced silently as he listened to the creep rattle off a few sentences in quick German to the boy. He rolled his eyes, hearing the malice in the man's voice as he clearly spoke about Kesho. Then, Cotl addressed Kesho.

"You shoulds leave. Du -FICK- habe no clue was du ist talkin abouts, greis." Cotl voiced angrily.

Kesho stared at him for a moment, eyes darting between the boy and the pelt wrapped around Cotl's shoulders. Fervently, he shook his head.

"No." he said firmly.

He would not leave unless forced; and while he would not be pleased to fight, if this man came at him, he would not turn away until there was a clear winner. Drawing himself up, Kesho let out another deep, slow breath, trying to calm himself a bit again before speaking. He would have to learn to control his anger, at least to some extent, or else he was at risk for losing everything he cared about. The old man could not attack a fellow clansmen without good reason, anyways. Hopefully, Cotl wouldn't give him one.

"All I know is what I see; and I don't like it. I will not leave without an explanation" he said, his voice steady and his stare penetrating. With a glance to the boy, he said, "I won't fight with him here." Then added, with a slight growl, "I just can't see how you can defile that body, and still wear that fucking grin." His finishing tone was clearly bitter and angry. The old man tried, but he couldn't hold back all of his anger. What the fuck was wrong with this guy, anyways?

Sascha · 02-10-2011, 12:00 AM

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OOC: LOL J, that's Epic! XD. And awww I'm glad you want a thread with me, Bobbi <3. Sorry for the wait guys, dog had surgery and it took up most of my time...and looking for a job >.> | 587 Words

Sascha had no idea what was going on but the stranger didn't look happy at all; neither of them did. There was no doubt that he felt awkward being here; questioning why he even came in the first place. Perhaps he should have just stayed home and minded his own business. There didn't seem to be a problem with him locking himself up in his room ever sense he found out about Izaak. He gravitated to his father's side, looking up at him on Maschine. He spat out a string of hated words with good volume in a way that Sas was quite use to. He gave the stranger a shy glance before returning his ruby eyes to his father. Cotl spoke in a tongue that the boy knew so well and once again, gave the other a glance. With one hand, he dug into his bag to find his writing book and writing utensil.

His facial expression never changed, as usual, as he began writing down what he wished to say. Sehr. He then held it up to him so that his father could read it. Surely the other must be dumb if Cotl said so and that he believed that Cotl was doing what he had said. Zak wasn't a trophy nor would he be left in such a place. Cotl would have done so before, right? He probably wouldn't have retrieved his brother/cousin's remains, yeah? He looked to the stranger who had taken steps away though it didn't make Sascha feel any more comfortable. He had denied to leave, making Sascha fear that things would only get worse between the two. What if they fought? What would Sascha do if they started fighting? He's never really been in a major fight; he was the one taking all the beatings from his mother, from anyone. He never lifted a finger against his mother or anyone else; even though he carried a club with him for self defense.

He listened as the other spoke, claiming that he would not leave until he gained an explanation. It wasn't till the male said he wouldn't fight with his father, well not where they were at least, that he thought things wouldn't go as he feared. He sighed as quietly as possible as he looked to see where his pets were. They continued to stay off to the side of them, choosing not to be close to the group. However, his eyes did not linger on them long when the other continued to speak. His normal frown hardened when he used the word "defile" in terms of how Cotl was treating Zak's remains. He didn't believe Cotl was defiling Zak; he loved Cotl and had lived with him since he came here. He seemed so happy living with their father. Why shouldn't he stay like that...even though Zak was no longer living? Maybe the other didn't understand. Maybe Cotl viewed it differently but he knew it wasn't how the other believed. He looked up at Cotl and studied his face. The grin which the other spoke of seemed normal to him, though it wasn't something he would do as often as the scowl. Perhaps it was something that fit his face. He began to write something in his booklet and held it up for the other to see. Not defyle. He most likely spelled that wrong but he wasn't as familiar with English as he was with German. As long as the other understood, that was what mattered.

Cotl · 02-10-2011, 12:17 PM

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OOC: Oh, yeah I love me some Sascha <3 +5

The wicked grin could not fall off of his lips for now, since his dear son had been here to watch actions unfold. To see how Cotl dealt with the world around him. Cotl also was just glad to be around his mirrored boy, for it hadn't been long to tell that Cotl was the boy's father. Sascha seemed to just have things that pointed him straight to Cotl, including the duality of the languages of German and English. He sat upon his steed still, his height even taller than his son (which was rare because the lanky son of a bitch was just that, taller than his father) and he was forced to look down upon both his son and this man named Kesho. The cokehead had watched his son as he had dug into his pouch and gotten that notebook that they had found for him awhile back. They would need to get another one, or learn how to make paper for the man. Cotl was sure he would be able to find a way to do it. Sascha wrote one word on the page for Cotl to read. Sehr the simple verification that Cotl had been right about the old man being a fool. Cotl reached out an ivory hand to his son's black mohawked head, and he had pulled his fingers through the soft hair. It was getting long, Cotl did notice. He wondered when he'd have to cut it for him. Cotl got lost in his son's black mohawk that stuck up. Cotl wondered if Sascha would ever grow his hair out like both Marik and Cotl had done. That reminded Cotl that he also needed to cut Marik's hair, simply because Marik looked funny with long hair. Cotl looked natural with it, like he was always supposed to have it. He never did have it back then just because his 'master' would always cut it for him, against his will often times. Either way, Sascha's hair was distracting enough for the cokehead to totally forget that he was in the middle of an altercation with a crazy old man.

Cotl couldn't help but let a rather insane giggle pass his high lips as the old man had been stubborn, like all old men were. Cotl's hand finally left his son's soft hair on his head and it returned to Maschine's mane. The steed had considerably calmed since the man was over where he was, and Sascha was around. The Ulrich's always had been able to calm the Appaloosa steed with no problems. Dis ist not ein defiled body. the man verfied, right after Sascha had shown the other man the paper with those two words on it "not defiled". NYEH the man twitched his head to the right. Dis ist glorified. Vhy lets worms eats-FICKBITCH- him vhen he kann bes safes on mein shoulders? the man spat, his lips wrinkling back to show his teeth to the old man. Then the snarl turned back into that wicked jester grin. Vhat you do zu die dead ist defiling. Cotl insulted, that grin not faltering at all.

Sascha, -NNNYEHGHOMEFUCKPIT- lassen Sie mich sehen den Hals, ist das Tattoo, Gutes zu tun? the man spoke to his son, calling him over and wanting him to show him the tattoo since the weather had been getting colder. Es ist kalt? Cotl asked, wondering if he should get his son a scarf to cover it up. He was done talking to the old man, this was obvious. Oh ja, und I vas just fixing die borders up, vants help Sascha? the man asked, completely ignoring the old man now. The cokehead shouldn't have had to explain himself. The old man should have just accepted it. Old dogs obviously didn't learn new tricks.

Kesho Maisha · 02-21-2011, 02:33 PM

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Soo sorry for the wait and for this failpost. Idk what to do lawl. >> WC: 347

These fucking weirdos were making Kesho feel like the crazy one. He watched with narrowed eyes as the boy scribbled out two words and presented it to him. "Not defyle." Well, that was clear enough. It seemed that the boy's father had passed on his convoluted logic.

As if confirming the boy's written words, Cotl said:"Dis ist not ein defiled body."

At this, Kesho couldn't help but let out a snort of disbelief, rolling his eyes and turning his head briefly to look away.

With another spastic movement and vocalization, the crazed man then added, "Dis ist glorified. Vhy lets worms eats-FICKBITCH- him vhen he kann bes safes on mein shoulders?"

"I think you've got some fucked up morals," he mumbled, mostly under his breath, though not bothering to fully hide his words.

This man had obviously gone around the bend long ago. The stubborn part of him wanted to argue, but he was already mentally exhausted, and didn't honestly feel like dealing with this asshole anymore. With a glance to the child as the two chattered away in German, the man examining his son, Kesho gave a heavy sigh, followed by a low growl. Perhaps it would be better to just leave this one alone, their messed up rituals and all. But it was Izaak, that silly boy who'd done no harm, but still paid as if he had. Kesho simply couldn't just ignore this.

He didn't speak anymore, but watched and listened to the pair as they spoke to one another. It was clear to him that he was being pushed out. Fine. Red eyes stared at the spiked skulls along the border as Cotl spoke of them, noticing just how disheveled some of them appeared. He glanced to the pair again, and made his way towards the skulls himself. Even though he wasn't wanted here, he would stay. If this maniac even dared to let Izaak's skull come to rest here, Kesho would make sure it was stopped.

In the meantime, he, too, would ensure that their decorations were not lopsided, fallen, or dirty. They must be bright and gleaming displays of strength, perseverance, and punishment.

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Err...don't ask me why but for the longest time I thought it wasn't my turn yet. So so sorry >.<; | 492 words

The feeling of his father's hand running through his hair felt nice; even though he showed no signs in his face. This action reminded him of his hair and how it had grown since the last time his father colored and shaped it. As of late, he hasn't thought about his hair, whether he would cut it or grow it. There were other things that occupied his mind; like his brother's death and the two pets he has now. He turned his head to find Donder and Blitzen to see that they were staying in the background before he returned his gaze to the pack member he had never met before.

By this time, his father's hand left his head and returned to Maschine. Sascha lifted a hand and rested it on the Appaloosa's neck and gave him a gentle pet. He always liked the horse; he was a good friend for him and his father. Cotl seemed to cherish his presence like Sas did for Donder and now Blitzen. The quiet scarred boy stopped petting Maschine and listened as Cotl addressed the other male who didn't seem to agree with his father's words. Sascha couldn't help but to notice that these two do not like each other. Red eyes focused on the older male, soaking up his words and studying them. It was hard to understand what the other had said since it was low and mumbled. It was bad enough that English wasn't his first language. However, something told him that he wasn't saying anything good about him and/or his father. Ever so slightly, he tilted his head at him as he displayed his uncertainty of his words.

His attention left the stranger when his father asked to see his neck. He turned to face Cotl, tilting his head up so his he could see the tattoo. Keeping it tilt up, he softly bobbed his head in an up and down motion as if to say that the tattoo was good. He did the same head motion with his question about it being cold. Because the area lacked fur, it easily got cold during the winter. He usually tried to ignore it whenever he went out since he didn't have anything to cover it. Again, he nodded to his last question finding nothing wrong with helping his father. He was here now and despite the tension in the air, he would stay. They both seemed to pay no mind to the other Inferni member until his movements caught pulled his attention off Cotl. He dropped his chin, no longer looking up, and looked to the stranger as he made his way to the skulls. Ruby eyes slowly shifted back on his father and waited for him to lead the way or tell him what he could do to help. Sascha wasn't sure if things between the two would continue but to him, it seemed they would probably ignore one another.

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