M - omnipresent knife in my back

Talitha de le Poer · 08-16-2010, 11:02 AM

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Here is the reference picture to the painting on the wall. +5

Even more than a compulsive drinker, Talitha was a devout writer, artist, secret musician, an admirer of the aesthetic, and everything and anything that was of abstract nature. Whether it was her perception that was hardwired to be abstract, those artistic means were the only elements that completely saved her sanity from decaying away so soon. The deterioration of her liver had (unfortunately for her health's sake) been taking the worst treatment. No means of detoxification to be found anytime soon, there was no other liquid on this hell forsaken continent that could bring her out of her consistent up and down state of dementia. Alcohol was more precious than water. Sure, the benefits of water hydrated and washed your system from soil and sin, but didn't have the psychological effect of surpassing to another conscious and physical realm. Alcohol had temperaments too, just like everyone had personalities. Different brands were like different souls; each had their bitterness, depressiveness, giddiness, confidence.

The flask was on empty, and what had been left was not enough for her increasing tolerance of alcohol to even give the slightest effect to. This was a disappointing realization, though during this late afternoon the hybrid found herself wandering the vacant halls of the Mansion. Taking residence in a room that was located in the guest house around the back rather than in one of the larger rooms in the mansion itself, it was undecided whether it was going to be a temporary stay there, or maybe she would grow lonely and long for some company and connection with those residents in the main Mansion. The guest house was peaceful, quiet, less littered with wandering footsteps and creaking after midnight, but there was also a certain allure about the Mansion itself that Talitha couldn't shy away from exploring.

Twirling her pencil in her fingers, her other hand carried her journal stamped with the emblem of the Chaos Star upon the cover as she wandered down a particular hall on the second floor. Talitha was instantly captivated by some of the abstract art that lasted through the centuries from the previous owner, and there was a particular canvas that caught her eye. It was a woman human, with an interesting layout of tribal tattoos sprawled across her back, and a silken wrap loosely encased around her legs. It revealed a curvy backside and hips, and for a moment Talitha simply stood to admire the artist's specific talent with this picture. Even though the blond woman's face was not entirely revealed, she seemed attractive enough. Instantly flipping her journal open with an effortless flick of her thumb, she paged to an empty entry to where she began tracing the fine outlines of the revealing woman in the painting. The intricate patterns of the markings upon her were very detailed and a challenge to draw, but Talitha held confidence that the rest of the woman's makeup would be easy, and so began to draw away a duplicate of the painting in her personal journal.

Cotl · 08-17-2010, 08:34 AM

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It'd been a long while since he had touched his guitar, and he felt like a total jackass for not playing for such a long time. He'd waited until Marik took the two children outside to play to start playing his music, simply because he liked to be alone when he was playing his music. He hadn't been particularly alone for the past few days since he had been deemed a father and uncle to two nine month old giants that were from Germany. They actually weren't giants, they were just taller than their father and uncle. Sascha, Cotl's son had been the more distant of the two, preferring to take a bed in the room next door to Cotl, while Izaak found it necessary to claim Cotl's bed as the bed that they all would sleep in(because Cotl and Marik still shared a room and now adding Izaak would be a third body) and so Cotl had to deal with his stupid deranged family every night. It was stupid because he was weird about family, and two new family members showing up out of the blue was weird to him. None the less, the boys were here to stay and they did what they wanted he guessed. He'd made sure to keep his door closed and locked though, because he wasn't willing to deal with his brother or the kids just yet. His fingers would skillfully strum the guitar, going over complicated riffs like a pro still. This current tune was a warm up he did, where he would play up the strings and riffs. He could imagine the drumming along with the song he was playing. He would sit there for a good while just playing his guitar before his nares would take in a scent.

Female, Inferni. He didn't know the scent personally, and he was curious, so he had gotten up, put his guitar on it's stand on the other side of his room and then he moved towards his own door and he had unlocked the door and slowly opened the door. He would peek outside the door before he would walk out, seeing where there was a being that he could smell. He knew she had been close or her scent wouldn't have drifted so easily in his room with the door closed. Cotl looked to the right, and then the left, his eyes falling upon a woman and her curves, her hand making strokes and her eyes wandering from her lap, up to the picture that hung there on the wall. Cotl too, had drawn this picture at one point when he was going on a drawing spree, and it was nice to see that there was another artist in the midst of the Imaginifer. The man looked at the woman as he had slowly approached. He cleared his throat before he would speak, a habit of his that would be considered a tic of his. Ich knows ist horribles fur mich to interrupt ein drawing... he spoke, almost awkwardly, seeing as he never knew how to speak to another artist. Ich couldn'ts helps but notice dat you vere drawing die sames picture-FAT FUCKING BASTARD- I chose to draws avhile backs. the man spoke to the woman, a devious (this was the only smile he really knew how to smile) smile taking his lips as he looked at the hybrid, his cold bi-colored eyes on the woman and an interjection not failing to push it's way in his speech, just like always. Die name ist Cotl Ulrich, Imaginifer auf Inferni. the man spoke to the woman.

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Talitha de le Poer · 08-18-2010, 12:39 PM

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It was easy for her to be lost in drawing and sketching for hours on end. Like her fingers were born to make details upon paper (or anything that could be used as a blank canvas), Talitha held a natural skill for perception of objects and a technique for art. She always wished one day to be able to design paintings of her own, although she was not exactly familiar with oil painting or mural painting, though there was likelihood it would be something she could catch on to quickly with her adeptness with drawing. The human woman held a sort of particular allure to her, as if she might have lived in this very mansion before, and her presence was still here (which was a little chilling to think about). The enjoyable part about art that captivated Talitha was how pictures could speak a thousand words or more.

The Shepherd looking hybrid was too concentrated in her efforts of drawing to previously hear the tuning strings of a guitar being strung, until there was a presence who approached her from her left side. She was drawing a perfect curving line until it suddenly made a deep streaking imprint on paper as she was startled back to reality, and snapped her gaze upon the figure that approached her. He was nothing like she seen before, and at first wasn't sure if he was even a coyote. Short and stocky built, Talitha could tell she already had a good foot beat on him, but that was besides the point. A rusty orange base to him, long tendrils of black hair, and eyes that were fused with both fire and ice. She never seen eyes like his before, as two colors that would otherwise be opposite. An assortment of tattoos and piercings to be found on his body and ears, and from him an even more interesting accent (one that she couldn't decipher).

It was obvious he must have came from a very foreign and far away place, his accent was heavy in his English. Talitha originally was startled by his presence, even though he announced himself quite kindly, it was in her nature to be jumpy in general. Another thing that made her twitch in surprise was when a string of obscenities broke through his sentence, causing her to tilt her head in confusion and surprise. Did he really just say all of that? It definitely confused her and left room for awkward silence from her, despite how he was kind enough to introduce himself as Cotl and give his rank. A few more moments of awkward silence and staring from her until she shook her head. "Cotl? I'm sorry for gawking like an idiot like I am." Talitha said, shaking her head and excusing herself for acting the way she did. "It's alright, my drawings aren't anything special, just thought i'd try to sketch it up design for design." Talitha looked down at what she had drawn, and felt a little bashful for showing it to Cotl. She wasn't a terrible artist, but knew there were many better out there from her. As far as anyone knew, her artistic musings were always kept secret to herself. "Oh. I'm, ah, Talitha Lykoi." Tacking on her introduction, she gave a bashful smirk to his devious smile.

Recalling that Cotl drew the same portrait as well, her unusually large ears perked to this fact. "You drew this too? What did you use, just a pencil, or?" Talitha herself never met another artist before, so she was interested in how skilled Cotl was with drawing, and what tools he used. All she had was her boring journal and an even more boring pencil to use. Talitha knew there were many resources out there with paints, crayons, and markers, but she never really took the time to look for them, or could find places to search.

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Cotl · 08-18-2010, 07:01 PM

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Cotl had picked up drawing when he was small, finding comfort in being the god of his own world, being able to create beautiful and ugly just by the stroke of his pencil. When he was little, naive, he used to think that his creations on paper would come alive, and he'd sit there and make a whole scene and then imagine that it was a real place, in some screwed up dimension. Those were the days of his youth, since he had been cursed with his twitch, and his vulgar outbursts, he had plenty of time to create his own world, as well as to create music, and to become as skillfull in the things that he did now, as a living as Imaginifer of the Inferni coyote clan. He was good at the things he had done here in Inferni, everything from setting game traps for his meals to border checking and making sure there were those beautiful skulls hanging on those large pikes at the borders, and he sort of thought that he'd be stuck at this rank forever because he enjoyed doing what he did, and he wouldn't really change anything with his rank.

He'd never seen this woman before, but there was a familiarity to her patterns and when she would look at him, he would notice those ruby eyes that were predominate in the Lykoi bloodline. When he thought about it, the woman looked like a mix between his Aquila and the woman he met that was in Aniwaya. Liliana Vess, her name was. It took him little time to find her name, simply because he knew who he was thinking about, and he needed to know her name, in the case he saw her again (he was sure it was probable because word of mouth, or Cotl going to visit Aniwaya like he did every so often) and it was his duty as a Tattooist to remember what he has done on who. The two seemed to just stare at each other for a few moments, he could almost see the drool falling from her chin (this was his way of joking, she wasn't really drooling) and landing on the floor before them before he would cross his arms across his chest and shift his weight to where he was standing predominately on his left leg. He twitched his left ear as she stared at him through those ruby eyes of hers. Cotl was starting to wonder if she was going to say anything or what when she finally recovered her tongue from whatever cat had it and she spoke to him. She apologized after addressing his name. Cotl twitched his head to the left for a moment before he would listen to the rest of her words. Cotl would look at her picture, that was actually sketched pretty well. It was proportionate (which in the beginning of his career, he found hard) and it looked like the simplified and shrunken version of the picture itself so far. The dingo-looking man had shaken his head when she had told him that her drawings aren't anything special. Anyones vho kann copy-NYEH- ein design ist specials. It's ein skills. it was a skill that he had, as well as Kaena Lykoi, but as far as he knew, there weren't many other artists in the clan. And again, he prided himself in his abilities, meeting an artist who thought down of their own art was a little confusing to him, but his curiosity was killed with that antipathetic wall that would build itself slightly. He'd be on his best behavior though upon learning the woman's name.

She would also speak her name to him afterward. Another Lykoi, which would explain her eyes. Cotl nodded his head lightly to the woman, a devious smirk still held on those wicked lips of his, the bi-colored eyes on the woman. Ist nices to meets du, Talitha. the man spoke, his throat clearing before he could continue. Kaena's somedhing auf ein artists as vell, du knows? the man would ask, a twitch of his left ear would top it off as he stood there, the woman a good foot taller than him, and him of course not failing to notice because of the way he would have to look up at her to see her eyes. She would ask him what he used to draw the picture. He had drawn it on a smaller scale, as she did. With a pencil since he had been very careful with using his inks (only using them on tattoos) and he only used spray paint when he needed to you know, spray paint. He nodded his head. Ja -CUNTFACE BITCH- Ich uses just pencils. Mein inks are reserved fur tattoos, und spray paints are for valls und groß stuffs. the man spoke to the woman, his ivory fingers twisting in a circle for a moment. Du haves inks?

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Talitha de le Poer · 08-19-2010, 01:49 PM

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Drawing was always a means of personal escape, and even more so, a means that didn't make her seem so useless, damaged, broken. Her self-esteem coupled with her traumatic past often led her to believe she was good for nothing, not of any material use that could benefit anyone in the majority. She couldn't match up with those who had more Alpha like qualities to them, even though the Lykoi blood within her was a legacy of strong-willed souls. Talitha was strong deep down, but a victim to her own critic and negative feeding conscious. It had been all suppressed, one could see the heaviness of her negative conscious in the creases of her face and of her eyes. Her means of personal escape was drawing, and even a release to her inner torment. If only the pages of her personal journal were published, there would be a lot of inner torture and carnage to be had, even from someone who looked like a simple hybrid like herself, who looked like she lived a life of no hardships.

There was something about Cotl that was very different, in his own category, very alluring. Short height at best, but that was no excuse to be toned and taut like he was, to be strong in his own category. When his fire and ice eyes glanced to the duplicate drawing within the pages of her journal, her arm instinctively tried to move over the picture to shadow it, as if protecting it from the outside world. Talitha was an artist only when nobody else was observing her art, and otherwise, it was something that she found to be very secretive. It was a part of herself that nobody knew, and perhaps deserved to be hidden from those who didn't know her well. It was too late for her to shadow up her drawing, as she withdrew her arm as Cotl said that anyone who had talent to copy something else line for line, stroke for stroke, that it was a skill. She looked down at what was drawn so far, and back up at Cotl. "Yeah, you know. I think you're right. I haven't came across too many who can draw, or even like to draw." It was true, many of those who she tried to generally meet and greet always said something about drawing that made it seem like some tree-hugger type of craft. It wasn't a manly thing, and usually there were other things to worry about instead of drawing.

Expressing his formal greeting, Talitha began to lighten up a little from her initial surprise of him creeping upon her from down the hall. "Nice to meet you too, Cotl. Haven't met too many of us yet, just came back several days ago." Talitha noted of her return, and there was a lot of catching up to do with the locals. Mentioning Kaena, there was something in her ruby eyes that lit up at the mention of the scarred woman's name. "Yes, Kaena's actually my grandmother. I haven't seen any of her art, but would be interested to check it out." Talitha couldn't recall whether or not the grandmother and granddaughter discussed any art related topics, and once she seen Kaena again, would have to ask about her own artistic musings. Carrying on with another obscene introduction, Talitha found the random outbursts to be a little amusing, but held back a laugh or a smirk to not offend him (it was catching onto her by the way he twitched and blurted that he might have had a serious condition about him). Speaking about inks though, inks for tattoos and spray painting was all that he had in his artistic arsenal. A lot better than what she had. "No, all I have are these boring pencils for now. Haven't found any spare pens or paint around since coming back." She said, but was more interested in Cotl's talent of tattoos. "So you're a tattoo artist, really? That's pretty impressive, I haven't ever met one before! Are the ones on your body done by yours truly?" She said, indicating to the skull upon his abdomen, and even the one that was eloquently written out along his thigh from what Talitha could see, and thought she caught a glimpse of another one on the top of his arm.

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Cotl · 08-19-2010, 09:15 PM

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The woman would eventually agree with him about drawing being a skill. It definitely was, and that's why he had made his profession the one of the image-bearer of the clan. It was the single thing he was very good at, but he also enjoyed it. While there were some perks about knowing how to battle with your fists, claws, and teeth, it was also very painful for him when he got hit and kicked, and he was a sadist, not a masochist. He didn't like being in pain, but he liked the control of putting someone else in pain. This had also been a reason that he was not nearly as tattooed and pierced as say, his brother, who was a masochist. Cotl would say that the most painful piercing he had done was the one he couldn't do himself. His nape of his neck that was hidden by his long hair. He shuddered as he thought about the pain of sleeping, and brushing his hair and and sometimes, his twitches would aggravate it because of the way he would twist his neck. Cotl would simply nod his head to her words, and clear his throat.

She would inform him that she was new (obviously) but she was coming back here, so she had lived here at some time in her life, before Cotl had come to Nova Scotia. It was weird to think that there was anything before his existence since it seemed like he'd been here forever now, but he knew that in the back of his mind he was still a newbie in the clan, even though he had escalated through the ranks like he had done in the last few months, and he remained stationary at his rank for now, and probably would continue because of the fact that job was now a fixed rank, and he could not move with the same job throughout the ranks. His job would change along with his ranks and privileges, if there were any to be had by the German Imaginifer. The woman would then verify that Kaena was her grandmother. Cotl nodded his head again. She's vonderful.-FICK- She takes somes quicktips from mich, but she ist very skills on her own. the man would speak to the woman, blinking both of his eyes and twitching his neck. Tali would go on to speak about how she only had pencils, but did not linger on the subject for very long before she would ask him about being a tattoo artist. If there was anything that Cotl Ulrich loved to talk about, it was art and ink. Wicked grin stayed on his lips, them not threatening to become the normal frown he wore on his face at all.

Nein, actually... he started to speak as he turned his arm to her so she could fully see his szeliga on his arm. Dis one, und dat one he pointed to his arm and then to his skull before continuing Ist by Kaena, your Grandmutter. the man spoke, an ear twitching and him clearing his throat roughly. He would then spread his leg and show her what his tattoo said. Dis one ist by mich. Buts, I've done a few clansman tattoos. Samael Lykoi, Silas Agata, Mein bruder-FUCKING DOUCHEBAG MUTTERFUCKER-, Marik Ulrich, Anselm De le Poer. the man spoke to the woman, not failing to interrupt himself with his own tics. He would let her see his own tattoo on the inside of his leg and then he would look back up to her, and have that wicked grin on his face. I trades fur tattoos and piercings, if you vere interested. -NYEH-I also cans sketch und draw on papers if du ever want to maybe trades arts, oder use mich as ein model fur ein portraits oder somedhing. Cotl appreciated the new artist, that was for sure.

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Talitha de le Poer · 08-26-2010, 09:08 PM

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Talitha didn't think that she would cross paths with a self proclaimed artist, but seeing as how Cotl was skilled in the department of drawing and also the inking of tattoos, it made her quite thrilled to be able to hold a conversation with someone who shared common interests. Due to this recent discovery of common interest, the hybrid suddenly felt comfortable enough to open herself a little more toward him. In fact, within the company of another artist, it made her feel like herself, in which she had not felt like her true self in a long, long time. She was consistently plagued by the memories and events of the past, and they seemed to be a heavy shadow, or a roaring black hole within her, that would either suck her muse or her happiness dry into oblivion. For once, Talitha felt like there could be a connection made, presumably with Cotl and his skill of drawing and tattooing. This certainly didn't happen much with her, if even at all.

Cotl mentioned that of Kaena, and how truly skilled her work was. It gave Talitha even more of a mental reminder in order to seek her grandmother's presence out, and inquire about her aesthetics. Upon meeting her grandmother from her father's side she was already in allure of who Kaena was, and of course she was Talitha's key to the past and the present as far as the family bloodline went. Only discovering Kaena's skill for the arts wanted to make Talitha get right up and go look for her grandmother to inquire, but of course the hybrid couldn't be so rude as to simply depart from Cotl like that. Besides, it seemed to have brought him pleasure as a wicked smile spread along his muzzle, as Cotl was more than inclined to show her of his work that he actually created himself. With her crimson eyes roaming from tattoo to tattoo he introduced, the first one along his arm was quite impressive. "So you did that one yourself? You did the detailing right, perfect angles and everything. That's amazing." Now that was pretty impressive, and Talitha could only imagine how much time and patience Cotl took to do that one. Looking to the skull above his navel next, she was surprised to know it was an example of Kaena's art of tattooing. Giving it a longing stare, Talitha then nodded her head. "Excellent detailing on that as well. She's real good." She said, feeling a little pride swelling within her that her grandmother of all relatives could do some pretty sweet tattooing.

Cotl parted the fur along his thigh to show her what the true words meant, and Talitha couldn't help but give a little snicker to that one. "Ah, clever and classy, I must say." She commented, giving a light laugh, but of course was impressed to see how the letters were tattooed on as if someone else did the perfect lettering. It seems like the majority of Inferni knew about Cotl's tattooing already, and besides the obscene outburst that made her flinch back slightly, she confirmed she was in the presence of a renowned artist. A real artist. What was even better, was that Cotl did trades for tattoos and piercings, and also traded art. There was something like a bright idea that struck across her face, as she quickly closed her journal, and brushed her fingers over the Chaos Star emblem that was one the cover. "Well... I've always wanted to get this emblem tattooed, on my hip I think. My dad has this on his shoulder, and it's a family emblem. I've been wanting to get it, but haven't found an artist to get it from." Talitha said, giving a sigh, but then looking up with a hopeful gleam in her crimson eyes. "Until now." Said with a smile, as judging from the work upon his figure, Talitha confirmed that she would be fairly comfortable with Cotl tattooing the Chaos Star upon her hip, if he would be willing.

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Cotl · 09-12-2010, 01:44 PM

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It would have seemed that the woman would have misheard the man, her commenting on his arm tattoo, and asking if he had done that one. He shook his head to the woman, a wicked grin held on his crooked maw. Nein, Das one vas Kaena, as vell.-NYEH- the man spoke to the saddled woman. Her coat reminded him of Gabriel, the Aquila of the clan. Cotl was not aware of the relationship that the woman and the man would have no knowledge about who her father was. Much less would he guess that she was Gabriel's daughter and this was why she looked like a female version of the man, her coat being maybe also a few shades lighter than the man. Cotl did have an eye for detail, and a wicked memory when it came to seeing people that he has seen before, drugs and alcohol normally being the only things to cloud a mind of his enough to make a memory fade. He had to pay attention to detail, his job was image, and image was picky with the way it could be taken one way or another. He had to make sure the clan look intimidating, not like everything is pretty flowers and rainbows. Pretty flowers and Rainbows weren't Cotl's forte anyways. Not unless those flowers were bloodstained and that unicorn was undead and it had a bunny's head between it teeth. Yeah, that sounds like it would be good for Cotl. The woman would speak about the skull, which was also done by Kaena Lykoi. It was actually the first one done for Cotl, him being used as practice pretty much. He was impressed with her skill to copy that he took a symbol and he gave it to her to copy onto his arm. It happened to be the same symbol that he tattooed on his brother's throat months before when Marik had wanted it.

She made comments about the final one on the inside of his thigh and he gave a wicked grin. Large 'yote ears flicked towards the woman as she had closed her book and then rubbed the outside of her notebook before she had spoken about the chaos star that he had seen countless times before, on every Lykoi that he had met so far, except for this woman here. He wondered why but then she would answer is question within her words. She was looking for an artist to do it for her. Cotl wondered if he was even allowed to tattoo the family crest of the Lykoi clan on a Lykoi without him being part of the family. He was, however, excited that the woman would pick him out of all the artists around to do it. His branch of artistry was important, but very, very rare in these parts, so in a way he was not surprised that the woman would take her chances now since she had an idea and the chance to do so. Cotl left that wicked grin on his face, too excited to even really mind the smile too much.

Danke schön. the man started to speak by thanking the woman for choosing him. It felt good to be chosen for a job. His thin, dingo-like tail had wagged lightly behind him. Ich kann tattoo ist on du-ZOMBIE FUCK- if you have someding of equal value to trade... the man spoke to the woman. Drugs, Alkohol, -NYEH- Art supplies, pelts, leadhervear... to list off a few things that he could use.

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Talitha de le Poer · 09-22-2010, 11:36 AM

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It would come to her surprise (and her initial misunderstanding) that it was her grandmother once again who did the tattoo art on his upper arm. Her crimson eyes would give it another once over, admiring the perfect detailing and how all the angles and the curves were on point like it had been something of a famous masterpiece of work. "Oh, my grandmother did that one too? Wow... that's just... amazing." Was what Talitha said then, further promising herself that she would have to go visit her grandmother again and ask her about her artistry. Lucky for Inferni that there was more than one tattoo artist, for it seemed like they were few and far between. For all the places that Talitha previously traveled, the tattoo artists who were not as decent as the artists of her grandmother or Cotl required a lot of trade, money, or artifacts to be given if your tattoo wanted to be at least decent. Good thing it (somewhat) ran in the family, and within members as well.

The hybrid was willing for him to give her the dream of finally etching the Chaos Star tattoo upon her hip. She was unaware that it might have been tradition amongst the Lykoi to have the Chaos Star tattooed on by another blood relative of the Lykois, but then again Talitha held faith in Cotl's skills, and why not break the tradition anyway? How much would it truly hurt the Lykoi name in the long run? A tattoo was a tattoo to Talitha, even though each held every significant meaning and symbolism to it, for some reason she just wanted Cotl to do her first. It seemed like the man before her was immensely pleased for herself to have chosen him, and of course she herself was happy to be in the presence of a long practicing tattoo artist.

His work would come with trade of something of equal value, something that Talitha knew he would already begin negotiating with. Drugs, alcohol, art supplies, pelts... those were all things reasonable enough to trade, but unfortunately Talitha had none of the such. All the times she left, there was nothing meaningful for her to gather and keep for future trade. Alcohol of course was expendable, and would instantly be drank all by her anyways. Well, she did have some alcohol, but it wasn't enough to be in good stock where she would feel comfortable on giving away a few bottles and still be leftover with some for herself. For a moment she began to feel rather discouraged that she had nothing to give, but something of a very random thought cross her mind, and made her own little wicked smile cross upon her lips.

Kind of a long shot with this plan she suddenly thought of, but she had an idea that just might work. Fluidly lifting to her full height, the hybrid towered above the German male (for she was over six foot), and she came rather close to him, outreaching to grab a lock of his black hair, and twirl it around her index finger. "I barely have anything materialistic to trade save for a bottle of whiskey, but does the trade have to necessarily be material?" Talitha said, raising her eyebrow, and biting her lower lip as her grin turned into a very mischevious smirk. With a look like that, it was fairly obvious to what she was implying for, and any male would be an idiot of themselves if they didn't pick up what she was trying to convey.

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Cotl · 10-08-2010, 10:02 PM

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The woman was corrected easily, and she corrected her mind from which he has done and whatnot. Cotl had been glad that the woman was able to easily replicate the tattoo that he had successfully tagged his brother with only a day or so after the man had come to Kanada to be with Cotl. Cotl still didn't understand why the man would want to be with him after all of this time, and Cotl going ahead and abandoning him. Marik also had a life in Germany. Their parents loved Marik, though they did not know about the secret life that Marik lived, he still was able to do what he wanted there, without having to worry about not being able to fuck a chick, or a man, or whatever, while here it was making a whole new life for himself, and here, it seemed that everyone was stuck with relationships, not just out to have a drunk fuck or an orgy or something just to have one. Either way, Rik left everything behind to be with his brother and it was weird to Cotl. Cotl couldn't help but hate to love Marik though. Marik sacrificed things for Cotl all the time, and the least Cotl could to was to be nice to his brother. Anyways, the woman would look like she was weighing her options over what to trade for her tattoo, but she seemed set on it, which, Cotl was more than glad that she was doing.

Soon the woman by the name of Talitha Lykoi had stood to her full height. The man twitched his long tail lightly at the movement, defenses slightly rising, but wanting to trust the woman because she was Inferni. A wicked grin was spread over her lips, his own still sitting there before the woman would take a lock of his black mane in her fingers to play there. She then would speak to the man, tone suggestive enough to know where things would be going. Truth was there wasn't too many that had offered services like the ones she was offering but he'd be more than glad to take such things. Cotl twitched his large 'yote ears and he held the wicked grin on his ebon maw. Vell, Ich do takes -NYEH- odher dhings. Including was du suggests.. the man spoke to the woman, sly grin on his face still. He twitched his neck before he looked back towards his room.

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