WC: 566

The woman was quick to grab his outreached hand, and he braced himself to help pick herself up. He'd notice that the woman hadn't been as heavy as she once was, him possibly weighing more than she by now. He'd begin to wonder where she had been, what she had been doing. Cotl cocked his rust-furred head and pushed some of the coal hair away from his bi-colored eyes. He looked upon her form, she dressed different from the last time she was around. She'd changed, subtly, but it was there still, and an artist's eyes were so trained to notice detail that he could tell right off the bat. She'd spoken to him about how she had left and then came back. That much he could notice. Cotl looked up at one of her tall ears. There was a piercing that had not been there before. He cocked his coked up head of his. A joker's smile was on his face as he looked at the ruby-eyed beauty. He'd noticed that A lot of the Lykoi women were beautiful. Halo and Talitha being the top two that he's met. Kaena too was beautiful, even for how old she was. Cotl opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form words, his throat cleared and his ear twitched. Vhere go? he asked, wondering where she had been this whole time. Und vas -FICKNICHTBITCHSHIT-happens? the man added on rather hurriedly, his hand going to his neck and scratching there for a moment like a crackhead. His eyes went to her eyes for a moment before they were back up on the ear with the spiral gauge in it. His face held a devious grin when she had gone on and asked him if he had missed her. Cotl wouldn't realize it, not until she had come back, and was here in front of him yet again, that yeah, he did miss her in a way. The two had spent a little bit of time together and they both had the same interests, so why the hell not?

Cotl let a chuckle pass his lips when she had sniffed him, smelling whatever drugs he had been dealing with, probably mostly the deep stench of whiskey that Cotl had been chugging in his room. She had not known what part in Cotl's life she had entered back in on, but things would more than likely be slightly different. The metalhead was getting to the point of insanity, and he was bound to break at any moment. She was a friend though, so she could only hope that she didn't become enemy and he snap at her. He'd yet to do so to a clanmember, but simply because he had normally been locked away in his room, getting fucked up and then maybe sneaking out and watering his marijuana plants in the greenhouse, or to take care of Maschine. Even then it had been rare that he would leave his room. He looked at the woman and was torn from his thoughts. Vas du dhink? the man purred to the woman, a pleasant sound coming from those thick German lips. The man cleared his throat again before he had moved closer to the woman, hands reaching out again, but this time to touch the woman and her soft fur. That was if she would let him.

WC: 537

The man twitched his neck as he listened to the woman, her eyes were stuck on him, watching him doing what he did with his arms and body. His tail wagged lightly behind him, showing that he was at least somewhat happy to be in the presence of the woman, you know, if his joker's smile was not the only thing the woman needed to know that he was actually excited, or relieved that she was still around. Her returning didn't make him feel better about the death that had caused him to be paranoid that he was next to be killed off. If anything, it made him more insecure because now he would have to worry about Talitha being killed off, since she had been his friend. It made him nervous, though his face did not show this, for this was not on the front of his mind right now. His highness had pushed it away, and her vague answer was not satisfying to him. He gave her a look, curiosity sitting there in his eyes as the joker's smile sat on his lips still. He did not pry simply because he felt as if she was going to just give him the same goddamn vague answers, only to just confuse him. He did want to know what was up though, and curiosity in this man normally only grew deeper, never diminishing.

The doped man had looked at the woman. Du shoulds tell mich auf adventures vhen times komm. -NYEH- Ist nices dat yous kommt backs. the man played the game of him pretending not to care for now, but maybe when he was higher, he would forget and ask again. Once his hands had touched the woman's side, they lingered there only for a moment before the woman would twist away from his grip and he would be forced to pretty much catch himself from stumbling over. He leaned back and then forward again til he was balanced. Cotl then took a step back and grabbed onto the staircase's arm for support. He hiccuped once. Auf courses Ich sees das du lefts. Du scents faded. the man quickly defended himself. The Artist knew what went on around here, and he normally kept some sort of tabs on his friends, figuring out at least if they were around or not. He noticed when Heidi's scent had faded from the packlands. He never smelt her around anymore when he walked around the lands with nothing to do.

The woman changed subject yet again and she had changed it to what he had in his room. Cotl looked back up the staircase for a moment and thought about what he had. Ich gots a coydog skull -DICKFACE- Heand pelt. Still habe mein flag. Painted die valls somes...uhmm... he had to think about the way to say it in English. The word wasn't coming to him. fuck.. the man spoke, trying to think of the word but it still didn't come to him. He was feeling stupid right now. Jus' kommt und sees yourselfs. the man had spoken to the woman, grabbing out at her hand to pull her up the stairs and to his room, if she let him.

WC: 713

The rust man was able to take the Infernian Princess' hand, where tan hand touched his pure ivory one. He held onto her with a strong hand, though it was as gentle as it could be, since she was a woman. The man looked up to where he was going, his other arm hanging onto the rail so his drunk ass didn't fall over. He tried hard to not hug the wall for too long, but on some of the steps you could tell he was almost too drunk to continue. He would chuckle at himself when he would get stuck, before he would take a few more steps and finally make it up to the top with his friend. Bi-colored eyes had moved to Talitha for a moment, a smile still stuck on his lips. Tali, Ich needs to draws du somedays. Models für mich, ja? the man asked of her, wanting her be able to draw her at some point in time. He'd drawn Halo before, and Kaena had been on the list of people to tag down to draw. He also had drawn his son, Sascha and his brother Marik. He didn't get to draw Izaak while he was alive, but Cotl had a good enough memory of the man to remember what he looked like in detail. It was always better when the live person was there though, so he'd want to draw Talitha. Maybe later he would draw other clans members, but for now, it more than likely be ones that he found to be unique and beautiful in their own ways. It was also random that Cotl had asked the woman this, but since she was back, he wanted to seize the opportunity, just in case she decided to disappear again. He definitely wouldn't like if that happened, but the woman was her own, and she did what she would do and he really had no say in it. He was more than likely just nothing but a clanmate to her. He didn't know who Talitha really was. He want to know though, which is why he was excited that she was home.

She told him that she had nothing in her room except for what was there when she had left it. She hadn't been around too long when she was here before so he didn't expect her to have much there. It had, however been very very noticeable when she had left because a fresh scent would be gone all of a sudden. Either way, she was back and Cotl had still held onto her hand as he lead her through the corridors to the west wing of the mansion. He then lead her to the end of the long corridor where there were doors to the left of them. He found the last door, blackened with spray paint and tagged with the word "Ende" on it. He took the knob in his hand and turned it and then looked back at Tali for a moment, just looking at her for a moment, admiring her, I guess. He opened the door and lead her into his room. He let go of her hand and then closed the door behind her, locking it before he moved away from the door. Cotl looked to the bed, where there was Izaak's pelt, his mushroom bong, and a jar of weed, as well as his german flag that was used as a blanket on his bed. She should have remembered that flag. That flag had been their friend at some point in time. Cotl then looked to his drugs that was spread all over his room. On his counter there had already been lines of cocaine put out, and then there was also an open bottle of whiskey that sat next to Izaak's skull. NYEH You vants any drugs? the man offered, pointing at the bong, then the lines, and then the alcohol. He then grabbed his bong and sat on his bed, taking the lighter that was on the bed and lighting the end of the bong and taking a hit from his bong. How many days habe du beens back in Inferni? Cotl randomly asked before he twitched his shoulder and cleared his throat.

WC: 586

Cotl was glad that the woman hadn't told him no to the whole modeling thing. He liked when they would just pose for him, and let him just sit there and watch them, talk to them, but just watch their movements, and find a pose that he liked and then sketched it before he would look at their fur in extreme detail and copy it down as well as he could. The picture often times would take anywhere from ten minutes to an hour depending on how long it took for him to find a perfect position for one to be in when he was drawing, or at least for him to take a snapshot of that position with his mind if the person was all antsy and couldn't stay still, or if the position was too hard to freeze. Cotl had the eye of an artist, this was for sure. Babe, ist vhenever du habe die times. -MYRRRHH- Ich bin here most times auf days. If nicht, dann just sits in mein room til Ich gets back, ja? the man responded, a devious smile still playing on his devilish lips. There was no such thing as an innocent smile on Cotl Ulrich's face. This was a fact.

As the two had entered the Death Room, and Cotl had gotten comfortable, the woman too had found herself getting on the bed with him. Cotl's hand went to the pelt for a moment, feeling the soft fur under his pads. He offered the woman the bong if she had wanted it, and if she didn't he would take another hit from it, if she did, then he would give it to her when she wanted, light the bowl for her and let her take a hit before taking it back and taking another hit and then he would put the bong on the floor next to his bed. She had held up two fingers to tell him how many days she had been back. Two days wasn't too long, so he wasn't too late with her arrival. The man gave a stoned giggle and looked at the pelt that sat on his bed. Fingers still touched it and played with the soft fur. Hey, Tali, remember das stupids arschloch, -BITCHTITSFACE-Izaak? Du knows, Mine nephews? the man asked twitching his neck and flicking his left ear back for a second. He looked at the pelt, and then he looked at the skull, but he didn't say any more because the woman would ask him what "ende" meant. Cotl had spent some time trying to figure out what word to put on his door and Ende ended up being it simply because Death was the end, as was his room the end of the hallway. Ende means "Death" in German. Seemed appropriates für dis room. the German clarified to the woman, a devious smile falling on his lips. Cotl sat there and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, him just being as fucked up as he was at the moment. He breathed in and out a few times before his eyes would finally be able to look back at the ruby-eyed princess.

Two days isn't das long. Habe anydhing das you needs to gets? the man asked Tali, those dilated bi-colored eyes sat on the woman, wondering if she was in need of anything that he might have extra of. It was still winter and hard to find things at this time without it being frozen or damaged.

WC: 666

The woman told him that she would stay as long as he didn't lock the door on her. He normally did lock the door when he was in his room, so if she came to his door and it was locked, then she would automatically know that he was home. The reason why he locked his door was because he was scared that someone would barge into his room and kill him in his sleep. He was ultra paranoid about that, and here the woman was, trying to get him to not lock his door. It made him slightly nervous. It sucked that he didn't have a key to give to her for the door either. The man pulled his ivory hand to his head and he pulled his fingers through his straight hair, making sure that it had no knots in it. Those ivory fingers pulled through his own hair before he had finally nodded. He'd try to break his habit of locking the door, locking himself into the room away from all of the world. If ninjas came in and killed him, then it was Talitha's fault. She was the one who told him to not lock her out. Sly grin was on his maw before he had opened his maw to speak. There was a twitch of his ear and his shoulder before he was able to speak. Das means-FICK- dat Ich kann locks you in, ja? the man said, seductively, that devious grin still playing on his plastered face.

Within the moments that he had spoken to her, she had simply nodded about knowing Izaak, but Cotl's mind had already forgotten what she had been nodding about, so he didn't even bother to remember to try and tell her. It wasn't important that Izaak was dead he guessed for now. He pretty much was wrapped up in the fact that Talitha was back. He could only hope that she was back for good. He had looked at Izaak's pelt again briefly before his hand would finally remove itself from it and he would let those fucked up bi-colored eyes land on the woman and her deep ruby ones. They were like Halo's but so different. They had a totally different feel of them. It was weird that he would notice it even in this state of mind, but he did notice it none the less. Maybe it was because he was like this most of the time now. He could still notice things even like this. Now it what the thing was, it would be if he wold remember tomorrow. If he got lucky he would notice it again if he didn't remember a drunk thought.

The woman seemed to take a little bit to think about the things she would need, and her answer was more than favorable to the Imaginifer. He liked to sleep with other people, which had been why Marik had been able to sleep in his bed for some time before Cotl flipped his shit and kicked Marik the fuck out. He didn't mind replacing Marik with a woman, so he would actually be able to be with someone that wasn't related to him. It definitely was weird sleeping in the same bed as your brother sometimes. Especially when things happen. She fell back onto the bed and was laying there. Cotl turned to her and then he put his arms on each side of her, hovering his chest over her. He looked into her eyes from underneath him, and he held that devious grin. Ich denken das -NYEH-Ich kann arranges someding. the man spoke to the woman, taking his scarred hand and pushing a piece of her mahogany hair out of the way. Depends on vas kinds of bedmates du vants.. the man growled seductively as he had ran his hand down her side, claws dragging through her dense fur. He let his eyes linger on her own before he gave the woman a brief kiss.

WC: 528

She told him that she didn't think that her dad would appreciate her being locked away in his room all the time. Cotl chuckled lightly, the wicked grin still on his maw. Since vhens do ve do was papa saids? the man asked, his tone suggestive, secretive almost. He hovered there over her, looking into her eyes, almost like lovers would do, even though their relationship was purely just this, a physical relationship, where they both found the other attractive sexually, and the only thing that brought them to jump the fence the first time would be the service of Cotl tattooing the woman with her coveted Lykoi branding, the Chaos star. He'd looked at her hip, at the edges of the tattoo, now partially covered by her skirt. He wondered why she covered most of it, only letting a little bit of it be seen. He didn't voice this before he had given the woman that sweet poison that was a kiss from him. It was hard to think that Cotl was able to become as sweet as he could enough to give a kiss, but he definitely did give her one.

Her reaction to the kiss was not favorable, for she had withdrawn into her shell completely, even going as far as to roll onto her side, to look away from him and cover her eyes with her tan hands. He looked at her, confused with his bi-colored eyes, and when she had turned on the bed, curling into a ball, the man had moved from hovering over her, and he had laid down next to her, looking at her as she sat there. He was as silent as he could be, a throat clearing coming on and a few twitches of his body before she had spoken to him again. She told him that she should tell him what happened while she was gone. Cotl cocked his head, not really expecting the woman to actually bring up her adventures by herself, much less just waiting until the change of scenery to tell the man. Cotl looked at her still and nodded his head lightly. Dann tells mich. -CUNTBITCH- I'm listenings. the man had spoken to the woman, his ears twitching for a moment before they were turned towards the woman, the metalhead looking rather understanding, or at least as much as the man's frown that had stolen his face had let him look.

Cotl let his hands play on his own stomach, playing with the skull tattoo that had been on his stomach. The skull that had been created by none other than her own grandmother. He already knew the lines by heart since he had it for so long now. His black claw traced his solid stomach, tough from use because of the physical activity of the man. He never let his eyes leave the woman though, waiting patiently for her to speak to him about what was up because obviously, if she was acting like so, there was something up. Even a coked up Cotl could realize this. He became slightly anxious, and started to tap his leg against the bed lightly.