It was time to go looking for the man. No matter how much Cotl tried to not care about the boy, it was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that had caused him to finally go out and search for the male. He started at the core of Inferni, thinking that the man might be playing a game, since his scent was faint, but still drifting in and out of the lands. Cotl had caught Blitzen around as well, which had been weird since Blitz was mostly with Izaak. This was the one thing that had tipped him off. There had also been bloodspots on the albino's fur, but again, Cotl had ignored that and figured that zak was okay, just run off somewhere without the deer. Cotl held a frown on his face as he rode Maschine around the lands, asking whoever he came in contact with about where the little orange, silver and white coydog might be. Everyone he asked didn't know where he had been, nor had they seen the little pest. Cotl grew more and more worried as time went on. Even when he had run into his son, Sascha, the silent man told Cotl that Izaak had not been seen in quite some time. Cotl would dismount Maschine to do some scent work.

Cotl had ended up shifting back into his Secui form, his form much smaller than his Optime form, but definitely bigger than his lupus. Cotl took to his Secui form so he would run easier on his fours and so he would be closer to the ground. He needed to be able to smell in the ground, so he needed to be close. Cotl's shackles rose as did his tail. He didn't want anyone to bother him, and so he tried to look as scary as possible. The Imaginifer wandered around, nose stuck in the snow like a cokehead when he would lift his head and look around up high. Snow powdered his nose every time. Ivory hued paws carried the petite secui man over the snow with ease and as he had moved along, he continued to sniff to try and find his nephew.

Cotl had walked along for quite some time, sniffing until the end of time, thankfully he was not following nothing. He had caught the scent about twenty minutes into the search and he had been following it out towards the borders. Cotl got closer and closer to the source of the smell until the thick stench of death entered his nose. Cotl's excitement drained from his body then. He knew the smell of rotting flesh. He knew the smell of death. The smell was mixed with Izaak's. Cotl was very close now. One more sniff at the ground in front of him verified that where he was standing was not just snow. It was the icy tomb of his nephew. Cotl felt nothing. No sorrow, no anger. No happiness. Cotl felt nothing, and all he wanted to do was dig up the coydog. This was what he started to do. He took his claws to the snow and moved it all out of the way until he uncovered one tall ear of the dead coydog. He twitched one of his large coydog ears. You stupid bastard. was the only words that came from his throat. He cleared his throat, and then he started to giggle lightly. You are so fucking stupid. the man spoke to the dead coydog. Cotl wondered what happened to him. It would be a task to dig him all up, but Cotl would take it upon himself to do it himself. He didn't want Marik and Sascha to see the kid like this. They wouldn't think it was as funny as Cotl found it to be.

Cotl continued to dig up the male's body, being careful as to not break anything in the process of him digging out the body. Izaak was frozen solid. Cotl uncovered that the man's ear was ripped off before death. The stench of death was old on him. He was dead for some time now. Cotl would finish getting as much of the man he could dig out until he could just carry the man back. Cotl shifted back up to his Optime form before he had let out a call to his steed. his voice rose to the sky and it exclusively called to Maschine. The horse would hear the call echo through the lands and would start on it's way towards the voice of his master. While Cotl was waiting for the steed to arrive, he looked closely at his dead nephew's body. He looked at what had happened to him, and he was perfectly preserved because of the snow being as constant as it was. Cotl thought about what he would do with the body first. The man looked like he had been stabbed with something, since there were wounds that were stabs into the skin. Cotl noticed that Zak's fur was in pretty good condition just then. Since Zak was not afraid to take from others to make himself pretty, why not Cotl do the same to the one who thought so? Cotl, you are a sick man.

Cotl snorted. Who would he tell first? Marik and Sascha or one of the leaders? Nobody right now. Cotl wanted to be alone with working with Izaak's body for some reason. Maybe he felt like it was his fault deep down inside. It probably was. Cotl had to have wished death upon the bastard a few times, just didn't think that it'd actually happen. Cotl wanted to find the male's murderer as well. There was no way that he would have died like this if there had not been an attacker. He let a loud vocalization of his voice be heard as he waited for Maschine to show up. It'd take a little longer than expected but soon the equine would come up in a brisk trot, slowing down as he got closer and closer. -FUCKINGSTUPIDSHITHANDFUCKHEAD- Izaak, vho die fuck decided das du vere annoying enoughs to dies? the man asked, before the horse came up to his master and nickered before placing his muzzle on Cotl's broad shoulder. Cotl shrugged and then gave sad sigh before he got up and looked at the blue eyed steed. Ve have to bring dis bastards home. -FAGGOTPANTIESSHOT- He deserves better burial dann vas he gots. the man spoke to the horse, pointing over at the body of his nephew. Maschine snorted lightly at the idea, obviously not excited about a dead body being on his back. Cotl wasn't excited about holding the body in place.

Cotl quickly hoisted the frozen body up on Maschine's back before he had jumped up on the horse himself and he had directed Maschine to go back towards the mansion. As he held Izaak on for the ride, Cotl had noticed that his nephew died with his eyes open, suddenly. Cotl shook his head. Cotl wanted to warm Izaak's fur. He wanted to smell what did this to him, even at the expense of smelling like death for awhile. Cotl didn't mind smelling like death he guessed. It wasn't too long of a ride back to the Mansion where he had gotten himself and Izaak off of the horse. Cotl left the body out on the front porch while he had gone inside to retrieve a knife, his gas mask, and a lighter. He came back out, a bowl of weed packed in his gas mask and him taking a hit before looking to the dead man he had found. Cotl dragged the man by his foot to the house he had been using for the stable and he had gathered some wood and started a fire. He put zak close by, but not close enough to set the man on fire. He simply wanted to warm the body enough to get that precious fur. Cotl took another hit. Cotl thought about how he was going to skin his nephew. He'd start at the neck. Cotl smiled deviously. He wouldnt be able to do it until later, but why not entertain himself with the idea for now? He sat there, tending the fire as he waited for the man to thaw out. Cotl knew it would take a long time, so he prepared himself mentally. He'd be patient with his nephew...Like he always was... Even in death the man was making Cotl work.

Hour after hour would fly by, Cotl working on unthawing this body so that he may be able to skin it and get the glorious fur, as well as to put him in a different position so that he looked more peaceful in death. Cotl watched the fur dethaw as every hour would pass. Soon, Cotl would started to get hungry, but he could not leave, simply because he risked letting out the heat every time he went out, and he also risked Izaak freezing back up. He didn't need that. After what seemed to be forever, the man was finally thawed out enough to see what his condition was when he died. Cotl started with closing the man's eye lids, finding those souless silver eyes to be disgusting on him. Cotl looked at every detail of the man's coat, seeing what he could save and what he could not. There hadn't been much that he couldn't take, which made Cotl rather happy.

Cotl waited for as long as it took. He then put out the fire to where it was low, not too much danger if he left, and he had pulled his head out of the door and then sent another howl to the sky. This one was for his brother. Marik was right in the mansion, and he found the call to be too urgent for him to ignore, so he was quick to come down. When the man came down, he wasn't expecting to see what he saw in the stable house. A dead son of his. Marik looked at Cotl, and Cotl looked at his brother. The two just looked at each other there for a minute, neither seeming to be phased. Cotl was internally burdened by the death, but did not let it show, nor did he really even realize that he was affected at all by it. Marik looked for the pain on his brother's face, but did not find it, so Marik looked sadly at his dead son. I'm keeping his -FICKBITCHTITS- pelt...Und Ich dhink Ich keeps his skull. The rest of him kann be burned. the man had spoke to the other, and shrugged. Ve should tell Kaena and Gabriel. -NYEH- He vas stabbed. His ear ist gones. Cotl explained to his brother, looking back over at the man he would be skinning. Marik looked almost pained that there would be the pelt of the man around, and not only that, but Cotl planned on keeping his skull? Why Cotl was going to do that, Marik did not know, and it slightly scared him that his brother would plan on keeping the skull of his nephew, or Marik's son. Maybe Cotl did love Zak more than he loved Marik. Marik frowned deeply. Vhy vould du even dhink abouts keepings his pelts, his skull?! He vas noding but stupid littles bastards!!! Marik got hysterical right off the bat because of his assumptions. Cotl wasn't going to deal with his little brother's stupid outrage all of a sudden. Shuts up, If you dies, du gets die sames, -FUCKINGBITCHBASTARDASSPUSS- betters more dhan likely. Cotl spoke, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness that was his brother at times. Go notify Kaena that Izaak has passed away. -NYEH- I'll do the dirty stuff. the rust man spoke, frowning deeply as he looked at Izaak yet again. Tell her he vas stabbed by someone. As of who, Ich nicht knows. Smells volf. the man spoke to the other coydog, who nodded his head and was sent off to their Centurion.

Cotl did not wait too much longer to get started on what he was going to do. He had taken to the man's neck first, snapping it with his jaws, a single tear actually coming from his eye as he had done so. He knew this was his brother's spawn, and it felt wrong, just for that second before it felt right. Jaw tightened around the man's neck and he started to rip the flesh away trying to get his head separated from the body. Once it was, the head fell to the floor. Cotl giggled. You were so stupid. -NYRAH- Letting out the rats. Bringing Blitzen in the room. Fucking retard. the man scolded before he had taken his knife to the flesh of the man he was skinning now. He started at his neck and shoulders, ripping the good fur from the muscles. Cotl made sure to cut out the man's tattoo that was on his right hand, making sure to keep it. The whole time he was there skinning the coydog, he held a manic smile on his face, and a few times, he broke out in a mad giggling fit. Eyes were dilated as he had worked, probably suggesting that there was something wrong with Cotl in that moment in time. Cotl danced and giggled as he had skinned the man, only stopping for smoke breaks. It'd take another few hours for him to finish skinning the decapitated man. He'd take Izaak's head and he'd play with it, making his jaw move and whatnot. He looked at his nephew's teeth and found that he wanted one of those fangs. He held his face in a wicked grin. He'd get that tooth eventually. For now, he'd let Izaak keep it since Cotl already took his tail and his pelt. Cotl would then look at the dead body of the male, furless, and red. Cotl giggled again. He was getting off of his rocker, this was becoming apparent.

Cotl giggled his way right out of that shack after he was done skinning the man. He put the skin and fur over his shoulders, and he had dragged the lifeless corpse to where he would be able to burn it. There was a fire pit somewhere off to the right of the shack, and Cotl dragged Izaak's body on top of it. Cotl left for a little bit, going up to his room to get a cocktail, before coming back down and then putting wood over Izaak. Cotl lit the end of the cocktail and then threw the bottle into the fire pit. Instantly, Izaak and the rest of the fire pile was set aflame. That's the end of Izaak Hadyn Ulrich.

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