OOC: Yeah, Cotl was in a mood. p. Tali +10

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. There was a ticking. He could hear it. He didn't know where it was coming from. His paranoid eyes shifted from left to right repeatedly, going across his room to the wall, and then traveling back to the window that had been broken in the storm. That fucking storm. He was glad it was over, but not without damage to the mansion, and not without damage to Cotl's mentality. Something about having to be downstairs, huddled in that corner with his brother and his son, half of the time being silent, the other just Marik freaking out about not being able to get out of the fucking mansion. Cotl took every day in stride, remaining as passive as the man could, and today, well... Today was not such a good day. It was good because they were finally able to open the doors and get back outside, and they could just see the destruction of what they called 'home'. Cotl was still sitting in bed though, Zak's fur hanging off of his shoulders as he thought about what he was going to do. He wasn't happy, and he looked much like hell. He was hungry, very hungry. He was hungry for something else than the classic rodent though. He was tired of them. His fire-ice eyes had widened, and a smile pulled across wicked lips as he got excited at the thought he had in his mind. His coal tinted hackles stood on end and he got up out of bed suddenly. He looked to his nephew's skull and then giggled madly, lip raised and giggle fading into a snarl only seconds later. He trotted up to the skull and took a vile out of the skull's eye socket. Within, a white powder laid dormant, all until the man had shaken it slightly. He looked at the half of a vile he had left. That's all he had, and he frowned lightly. No more kokain after these next two times.

The man had taken the cork out of the vile's top and he tapped out a line on the counter he had been standing next to. He moved it all in a line before he had put his nose up to the counter and he snorted the white powder, a shiver running down his spine enough for him to have to lean back and sniff in to keep it all in. He sniffed a few more times before he returned his nose to the counter and he sniffed the rest of it and repeated the same leaning back action. What would break this would be a swift movement of his neck that would be considered as a twitch. NYEH the sound came from his mouth before he was all back to normal. He shook his head and sniffled a few more times. He put the cork back on the vile and then he had returned the vile to the place in Izaak's eye socket. He discarded Zak's pelt onto the bed as well, leaving it spread out on his German flag. A crooked grin was on his mouth before he had turned and left the room, grabbing his kantana on the way out. The man stalked rather heavily through the hallways, making sure that the others heard him moving about. The rust man had quickly made his way down the stairs and to the door, stomping the entire way, as if his feet were lead. He moved rather quickly regardless, simply because he never did like to do so. He was in a rush to go somewhere, anywhere but in the mansion.

The man walked out and whistled rather loudly, so he could get the attention of his steed. He did, and the horse had come around the corner within a few moments. Cotl greeted the steed with a few grunts and a few strokes on the stallions painted face. FUCKSHITDICKPUSS the words were yelled, and they echoed within the quiet area. It always was almost deadly quiet in Inferni. Cotl always did notice this. He probably was the loudest one in Inferni. Cotl moved to the beast's shoulders and he had hoisted himself into the steed's back. He took the horse's mane in his hand(deciding to go without reigns for once) and he had looked around to see what he could see around at the moment. There wasn't a soul out right now it didn't seem, and Cotl found that it was nice enough to go for a ride. He rode himself northwest to Inferni's Highway, Route 32. He'd been over there once or twice, border patrolling, but that was pretty much it. He didn't find it a good place to set traps, so there weren't any over there either so there was no reason for him to be over there other than to check the borders. He'd never even been inside of the gas stations that were there. Today, he wanted to hunt over there, and see if he got lucky to find something to satisfy his hunger.

Cotl rode easy there, not in too much of a hurry, if anything, the ride was rather chill for a cracked out coydog that held a sword on his back. He held s manic grin on his face the entire time, all until he was riding up the highway and there was a foreign scent to enter his nose in the cold air. The scent made a growl ripple from his chest but his wicked smile did not falter, oh no. Instead, it grew and the man would dismount his steed rather quickly, and he had gotten close to the ground. He swiftly moved over the snow, and he hid behind a few spare shrubs to the side of the cracked road. Maschine continued to walk for a few moments before he would catch the sight of something to his right. The equine stopped and nickered, cocking his head at the sight of a wolf. What was a wolf doing here?

Cotl watched from a distance before he saw the wolf start to approach his steed. Optime, another male. This wolf was on the smaller side, looking like it hadn't eaten in some time. It looked at Maschine hungrily though, Cotl noticed by the way it had moved towards the equine. Cotl slowly unsheathed his sword and gripped it with his right hand. Cotl growled lightly before he had made his move, swiftly, he would charge out of the shrub he was hiding in and he would take the sword and swung it at the wolf. The wolf was too slow to realize that the coydog was right up there on him, and Cotl didn't want to give him the time to realize either, so he stabbed back his sword into the wolf's stomach. The wolf was able to snatch out at Cotl, claws getting Cotl's mouth. Cotl twisted the sword that was stuck within the gut of the wolf, and it fell to it's knees. The wolven man grabbed out at Cotl again, the coydog tilting his head as far away from the other as he could, only to get his hair caught within the paws of the wolf. The wolf brought the coydog's head down to try and ram it into his knee, but Cotl ended up just pushing the sword more into the gut of the wolf. Cotl withdrew the sword with a quick jerk and then grabbed the other's hair, right on top of the head. The wolf had long let go of Cotl's hair, now trying to breathe, and already weak from the lack of food. The skinny wolf was pathetic, even in the eyes of the Imaginifer. Vhy nicht fights? Too tireds? Cotl growled, wicked grin on his face still. Cotl put his sword's blade up to the neck of the other, the wolf took it's hands to to blade and tried to put it away, but wasn't too smart about it, because it would start to cut through the wolven's hands. Cotl pushed against the wolf and it fell over onto it's back, belly exposed to Cotl. please... it begged. Cotl showed no mercy. Stupid volf. growled the German, his shoulder giving a mad forward twitch that had caused the wolf to yelp as loud as it could. Shut up the man spoke, smile still thick on his face as he watched the pain on the wolf's face. With a swift movement of the man's wrist and the dragging of the swords' blade against the wolf's neck, and it was all over. Cotl giggled madly as the blood spewed from the man's neck, and blood splattered on his face, ivory hands were now crimson from the blood soaked wolf's pelt.

Tot.-NYEH- a manic cackle followed the simple German word and the loud vocalization of the German Imaginifer. The sick man had driven the sword across the flesh of the man again and again, twisting and just listening to the sound of flesh being ripped, he totally forgot that he too, was bleeding. The three claws had caught his mouth pretty good, but the wicked clown didn't seem to even mind. Kokain is one hell of a drug.