Chased Through the Woods by a Rapist

Cotl · 04-11-2011, 09:18 AM

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THE COMPLEXITIES MOVING IN, AND I FEAR THAT I DO NOT HAVE THE STRENGTH → p. Tali

He was still completely pissed off about what he had come home to find that his room had been ransacked. When he asked Sascha about it, the boy knew nothing that had happened there, so it wasn't him, and once Cotl had sniffed around enough he had realized that Talitha's scent had been fresh in his room. Cotl wondered what the fuck she had been looking for, and once he had looked around, closing whatever drawers he needed to after looking in them to see if anything had been taken. It was weird because nothing had been taken at first. It wasn't until Cotl found his ink drawer open and one of his spray paint cans was missing. He figured then that the woman had been looking for ink since his red ink was missing and that can was as well. He wondered what it was, but it didn't make him any less angry because she had invaded his space without him allowing her. He found it slightly rude, and he often did get mad about people going into his room normally. Even Sascha was barely welcome without Cotl in the room as well.

What did Cotl plan on doing? Bitching about it. He had long since cleaned up the mess that the woman had made in his room and he had slept that night, figuring he would give her a day to do what she was doing with his ink and then make her have to accompany him to Halifax so he could get some more since he was sure that she would run out. The spray paint cans more than likely would run out soon as well, so she would also owe him one of those, and he would make her help him, because she was the reason that he did not have the ink. Plus she didn't even ask him if she could use it. If she would have asked him, then he probably would have let her have it anyways but you know, she didn't ask so he was slightly angry at her for just intrusion.

Cotl had walked out of the mansion rather quickly, and he started off towards the caves, his steed following behind him, and Cotl having a bag hanging on his side as he walked there, and he had walked around to Talitha's cave and since she felt the need to just waltz into his room, he had done the same, he simply walked into her cave with a scowl on his face. Vhy did du destroys mein room? If du takes mein inks, die leasts du can do ist clean up die mess du mades. the man growled to the woman. He obviously was not entertained. Easily.

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Talitha de le Poer · 04-13-2011, 11:03 AM

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The ink had soaked into the porous bones better than any paint she'd come across, leaving the surface stained a desaturated crimson. It made her smile. Cotl's room had been a grand chest filled with a treasure she'd never explored before. She'd have to go back for more, when he was gone and she was able to nab a few more colors of his precious ink. She didn't think twice about stealing from the orange male. Until he came storming into her home without asking. The growled words made the younger woman jump in her place, knocking the unwired bones into a mess. "Dammit, Cotl! It took me so long to fix that!"

In one inelegant movement, she stood, turning her narrowed eyes on the German. Even if she'd tried to hide the evidence of his accusations, it was all over her hands. Apart from the paint dried onto her back and arms, evidence of the romp in the grass with Revan only hours before, her fingers were stained with the ink used to mark up the pieces she'd been working on. Her hands went to her hips, her mind only just then realizing how thin she had become, and she growled in return. "I needed them, and I didn't have time to clean. It didn't look much different."

Truth was, she hadn't taken time to look at the before and after, or even the after. She'd been in such a hurry that she'd only wanted to be in and out with no problems. Well, with no problems except for Cotl. She'd known he'd come to find her eventually, but was surprised how angry he'd been. Here she was, thinking she'd have gotten an easy pass; since when had anyone apart from Gabriel and Ezekiel been truly angry at the unhealthy princess? "I'm sure you cleaned it anyways; it's your room, not mine."

Cotl · 04-13-2011, 02:45 PM

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GUILTY ME, I TREATED YOU LIKE SHIT, BUT YOU WERE ALL I WANTED IN ME → p. Tali

She jumped at his words, a clanging of bones falling to the floor since they were unstrung. She would turn to him then, saying some words about how she had taken forever to get those bones perfectly. Cotl didn't give a fuck at the moment, and he pulled his large ears back and he held a frown on his mouth as he looked at her and her bony body. He looked to her stained hands as well, seeing the red ink there. What a bitch. The red was one of the most valuable colors to him. Black was also important and it was mostly used as well. Cotl took a deep breath that ended with him making a loud noise with his mouth in the form of a grunt. Ist vas cleans vhens du valks in dere! his words were heavily accented, showing the actual anger he did have at the moment about the woman having gone in his room and taken his shit without asking. If she asked, he probably would have helped her find her own goddamn paints so she didn't have to use his precious tattooing ink.

He stood in front of her, his shoulders straight, and his arms crossed over his broad chest. Auf courses Ich cleans ist! Die fuck, Talitha?! the man growled to her, his neck cringing to the right and his hackles raising on his bare back. He huffed and shook his head as he tried to straighten himself out. the twitching was bad because he was angry, and the angrier he got, the more he twitched and acted like a jerk because of it. Du could's--FICKARSCHLOCHSCHEISS- auf just asks, Tali. the man spoke to her and put his hand to his forehead. Die fuck are du making anyvays? the man asked, half curious as to what she needed his paint for anyways. Cotl wanted it to be a cool reason, because if it wasn't then he was going to be even more pissed. She really didn't know how long it took him to find that paint, and he couldn't help but be angry about it.

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Talitha de le Poer · 04-14-2011, 10:24 PM

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He wasn't happy, but she wasn't impressed by his flagrant disregard of her art. Her fingers tapped angrily against her hips as she listened to his enraged words. She didn't care about his bedroom. She was a princess, and she didn't need him to get what she wanted. He was simply easier to get at than Halifax. "I didn't see anything clean, Cotl," she shot, twisting her body at an uncomfortable angle to show her irritation. Yes, it had been clean, but she didn't want to be wrong. Her eyes closed, arms crossing, and her back turned toward the orange Luperci. He'd ruined a sculpture she'd been working on for hours. It didn't matter that she'd stolen his inks and ransacked his room.

Of course he cleaned it, but she could have asked. "And wasted all that time searching for you?! You weren't in your room, Cotl, and I needed it THEN." A huff of air escaped her muzzle, but her mood changed drastically when he asked about the project itself. Suddenly animated, she turned to face him again, her arms reaching out to pull him deeper into the home. Crimson eyes glanced past him to make sure they were truly alone; she didn't need others stealing her work. "It's magnificent, Cotl, I swear it is." With careful steps, she crossed the space, yanking a worn blanket off of the top of the piece. With the exception of the hind legs and skull, the skeleton was fully wired and in seemingly perfect condition. Each bone was painted with precision, the marks emulating musculature found beneath the fur and more tribal designs she'd found in books. Excitement flooding her eyes, she looked at her German 'friend'. "What do you think?"

Cotl · 04-17-2011, 01:19 PM

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Rust colored ears laid flat down on his head as the woman denied the fact that his room was clean. It was clean, and she and he both knew it. There hadn't been anything on the ground in a certain walk way, the stuff that was on the floor had been out of the way in corners because didn't have the cabinet space for it. He held a deep frown on his ugly face, his bi-colored eyes pinned on the woman, his pupils dilated as they stared at the woman. His hackles still stood up on his back, and he let out a frustrated grunt. He twitched his head to the left and cleared his throat. He then clicked his tongue ring against his teeth and then opened his maw to speak. Du ist fucking ridiculous Talitha.-NYEH- Du need to be more observants zu your enviroments. the German growled at the woman and he held his arms crossed over his chest. She then spoke of how she needed it then and not later than right when she was going to start this project. Cotl understood the urgency only because he was an artist, but he found it not an excuse to ransack someone's room. Nein! Das ist no excuses, Tali. -FUCKSHIT- he shook his head, the black locks falling over his eyes again because of the head movement. He left them there though because he could see her through the strains that covered his eyes.

Her whole demeanor changed though when asked about the project. His fire-ice eyes had watched the woman as she bounced over and she had pulled him into the den and looked behind him as if anyone was out there besides Maschine. She then went over to a figure and she had lifted a blanket off of it to reveal a skeleton with paint on it (his paints) and even though it looked as if she put a lot of effort into it, he was still mad about the paints. Ist awesomes. the man spoke, he wasn't as excited as he could have been but it was only because she owed him some paints now. Verys details-BITCHTITS- the man commented, nodding his head lightly. Du owes mich paints. Du kommt mit mich to Halifax, ja? he decided that this was the punishment for her taking his paints. The pain in the ass of finding some more. It seemed fair to him. Maybe if they were lucky they would be able to find the woman her own paints while they were at it.

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Talitha de le Poer · 04-21-2011, 10:44 AM

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This post is serious crap. I sorries.

His anger was fueled as she fought for her case, but seemed to fade subtly as she showed him her masterpiece. It was, indeed, awesome. Every bone was in the right place, each marked with symbols in a language unknown to those around her — her language. The language of her journal. During years of illiteracy, she had painstakingly crafted her own way of communication. Secrets, kept only by Talitha Lykoi. Perhaps someday she would pass it on to an apprentice, if she ever felt she'd need one. As it stood, she didn't. She was content being alone.

Cotl felt she owed him, and though Talitha didn't agree, she merely gave a nod in response. A trip to Halifax, not difficult at all. "If you really think I have to, Cotl, though there are better things to be done here." Her tail swept to the side, one large hand brushing auburn curls from her shoulders as she watched the orange male. She'd need more wire anyways. "Can it wait, though? I need to fix that leg that you ruined." She should have forced the German to fix it himself, but she didn't trust his judgement of the bones.

Her willowy form sat inelegantly, fingers picking up the pieces ruined. With all the care in the world, she began to craft a hind leg, starting at the hip so she could work down to the paw. The process was clearly painstaking, but her eyes proved that she loved it. Silently, she glanced in the direction of her friend. "You can sit if you'd like."

Cotl · 05-02-2011, 01:31 PM

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BEFORE YOU SEE THE LIGHT YOU MUST DIE. → sorry for the wait. Cotl's muse is being finicky.

She spoke rather unenthusiastically about having to accompany him to the dead city of Halifax. He could understand, spending more than a few hours with Cotl could be insufferable. His ice-fire eyes had pinned on the woman, his shoulders level and his arms crossed over his chest. He huffed and she had continued to ask him if the trip could wait. He figured that it could, since she had been in the middle of doing what she was doing. He had also come in and scared her and made her fuck up the leg and since he was appreciatory of art, he decided that it could wait rather quickly, almost without really thinking about it. Die laters ve leave, ve mights have ta -FUCKINGSHITCUNTBITCH- spends die nacht in die city. the man spoke to her, right before she had told him that he could sit down.

He grumbled lightly as he moved towards the woman and her project and he sat to the right of it, right where she could see him from her peripheral view. He sat against a wall and he leaned back against it before he had to let out a NYEH from his maw. He let out a small sigh before his eyes had gone from the entrance to the cave to the woman again. Vhere ist it goings to go vhen ist finshes? the man asked her, a large rust ear on his coal head turning towards the woman. Cotl put his hand on his knee and he tapped it lightly before he had an idea to pass the time. -FICK- Tali du habe ein uhm..Pencils und papers? he asked the woman, figuring since he had the woman sitting here working, he could draw her working, or he could make up tattoo designs or whatever he wanted really.

OOC ENDING — Talitha and Cotl go to Halifax after her long and boring attempt to make him go away by making her statue. He argues with her to get her on Maschine, and they stay there over the night.

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