ooc: James made this table for me since he brokeded one of my other tables he made for me awhile back +5

His cold eyes watched her hard. She had a quilt in her hands, and she dropped it to the ground. The little squeaking of the puppies did not pass his ears before she would drop the quilt from her hands to let him see them. He noticed that she did not look at him. Another subtle sign that something was wrong, that something was "off" about this whole entire ordeal. His large rust colored ears immediately fell back on his skull, and his pupils were already pinpoints in his eyes. He twitched his neck, and cleared his throat before the woman would speak to him about how she brought them in consideration of him. What the fuck did that mean? He let out a gruff sound from this maw before she released the corners of the quilt and the three puppies tumbled about onto their cotton imprisonment. His eyes looked at all of them. A frown was on his face, the same as always. His bi-colored eyes searched over the three, and noticed that one of them looked nothing like him. The other two barely could pass off as his either, though he would not know for sure until their eyes were open and they got their color in their eyes. That one puppy already looked nothing like he had ever seen before. Hackles raised on his back and he pushed himself off of his stomach on the bed and he sat up and stared at the woman with one of those very cold looks in his eyes.

Die fuck is das? the male asked, disgust obvious in his voice as he twitched his arm and he pointed at the one whom was the black sheep of the litter. VHO'S IST DAS? was the next question, his voice raised, and angry. Again, she had proved herself a stupid fucking whore. How dare she even keep it alive! How DARE she bring it to him, to show him her sin. It was like she was fucking rubbing it in his face. It made him immediately doubt the other children as well. Are those-NYEH- even mine, TALITHA? HUH? the male growled in between clenched jaws. His hands made fists and his ears were still flat against his coal tinted hair. His hackles began to stand on edge and his fists were clenched so tight that he could feel his thick claws driving themselves into his padded skin of his palms. Du broughts dem here to MOCK MICH, not "in conside-FUCKING-rations" auf mich. Vhy bring dem here, vhy even keep dem ALIVE if dey are nicht Ulrich? Because du nicht liebe mich enough to actually-GODFUCKINGDAMNIT- bear MEIN seed? IST DAS IT, TALITHA? he could feel the blood rushing to his head, and the adrenaline starting to pump because of the anger that pulsed through him. If he had not been sitting down, and he had been closer to her, he might have struck her, he might have stomped on the puppies, killing them all right then and there. One of them weren't his for sure, so why not just kill all of them if they weren't all his? They all had the chance of not being his, just muddled blood would be the reason they looked barely like him, or any of his family back in Germany.

ooc: ooooooooooooo Talitha always knows how to make Cotl angry dude. Also PP was discussed over AIM +10(1111)

She told him that they were not Ulrich. How dare she. She should have known better. She really should have. She had seen him murder a wolf in cold blood before, slit his throat and then eat the wolf's flesh. She knew what he was capable of, but it didn't dawn upon her that he had no sympathy for children. He would murder a child in cold blood if he had to, and right now, his blood was boiling, and he wanted to just launch at those children with teeth bared, and to rip them to shreds until they were no more, until they were just particles of fur floating in the air. She went into a whole schpeel about how this was to fulfill her father's heart and this was supposed to be all for Inferni and how Halo's son failed them. How dare she speak ill of Cotl's only true friend, the woman he loved more so than Talitha herself! How DARE she speak of him not being able to get over himself! How dare she, how dare she play with his emotions! Cotl felt the anger bubble in his chest, and fill him all the way up to his ears. ICH KANNST GET OVER MEINSELF?!?! ICH KANNST? ICH? ME? WAS ABOUT DU? HUH? he roared at the woman, so loud that probably Marik and Sascha could hear him from the other rooms. Marik knew better than to interfere but he knew not about his real son, his only son, Sascha Cotl Ulrich. Perhaps he wasn't even around to hear his father roaring at his new mate.

Talitha went on to tell him that she came here out of respect for him. To show them to him, to show him her sins because she "respected" him. He found this to be bullshit, because in his mind, if she respected him, then she would have killed them all, knowing that they were not his. His tail lashed behind him aggressively, and his hackles still stood up on his back (what hackles he had left from the burning tattoo on his back) and he finally moved from his spot on the bed to stand to the side of the bed, as tall has his little 5'4'' body would let him stand. She tried to tell him that she wanted them to be his, but she did not admit that she loved him. She just spoke of how she wanted them to be this way and that way. He was frustrated, and he almost just wanted her to get out of his sight. It took every fiber of his being to not strike her, to not rip the quilt out of her hands and take the mutts in his mouth and crush their lives. It took everything he was not to not do these things. He was a monster, and for him to change that was like trying to change water into wine. To change himself to care about children that were not his was not only impossible, but extremely improbable. He wanted nothing to do with any of them, and he almost wanted nothing to do with Talitha. If he wasn't so stubborn he would tell her to go away, and that he did not want to be her mate anymore. How could she get away with something like this, and everything just be peachy keen? She couldn't and he wanted to punish her because of it. It was a matter of how he would punish her. He wanted to scar her, to sink his fangs into her flesh. It took everything to not do so.

She pushed the beast in his face, asking him if it looked like a coyote. Of course it didn't, and when she had done so, his hands ungripped themselves from the tight fists he had been making and he had his bloody claws aimed to swipe at the child. He had no regard for the child's life, and the squealing of the child had reached his ears, telling him that he had hurt the pup. He cared not. If she had not recoiled the pup as fast as she did, then he would have grabbed the pup and continued to abuse it until it's life was no more. Do you dhink that Ich ist stupids?-FUCKINGSTUPIDMODERFUCKING DICKWADBITCHFACE- Ich knows das ist nicht ein coyote! Ist nicht even mein type auf dog breed! he admitted it, that he was a dog, but he was not a dog whom had those markings. He was a dingo type of dog, one that was astonishingly close to the dingo and more than likely the descendants of such a graceful breed. He twitched his arm, and he then anxiously grabbed the bottom of his long coal hair. He turned away from her, not wanting to look at her and desire her blood on his hands, on his tongue. His hands were already bleeding from his own claws, and it mixed with the blood of the pup whom he had struck out at. She tried to say sorry to him. She told him that she tried, that she didn't mean for this to happen. If she didn't mean for this to happen, she would not have mated with whatever bastard she had to create it.

She could probably finally see his new tattoo that branded his entire back now, three skulls in the form of a giant heart, with spiderwebs and demonic wings that wrapped around his sides. Ich nicht believes du. If du did, du vould habe killed dem. You veak bitch. he dared to speak, his words actually much lower than his previous words. He was actually hurt, his mind, his pride, ego, and whatever icy heart he had left in that chest of his. He didn't think he would ever forgive her for this. She had proven herself to be nothing but a whore, and to do sleep with other men when she was in heat was a crime to him. If she cared about him, if she wanted them to be Ulrich, or "coyotes" then she would have just come to him, she wouldn't have been a whore whom spread her legs for every male that came around. To him, she'd never be a true mate, and she'd never have his children. It made him rethink of if the last litter she had back in the day was even his. Dey veren't even mein eithers, vere dey? his voice was barely above a whisper, his hand anxiously combing through his thick hair. He didn't know what else to do with them. He didn't know what to do with himself right now.

ooc: Ende. +5(874)

It hurt him to see her pull that mutt away. Inside, he was a mess, his mind, his heart, his ego, everything was jumbled and out of place because of this woman and her stupidity. All he did know for sure that he was angry. angry at her, and the world for being as cruel as it was. Did he not mate with her when she was in heat? He did, didn't he? The male couldn't even really think straight because of the overwheilming anger that bubbled in his chest. It took everything for him to not do what he was thinking about doing. The malicious man should have taken them now, and crushed their little bodies. He should have done it now, right at this very moment, but something stopped him. He couldn't say what it was. Maybe it was the very small hope that he had that was in the back of his mind that told him that maybe they were his children. He would know soon enough though, for if they did not get any of the Ulrich attitude, the frowns and scowls he had seen in children from other women, then he would know. He would also know from the eyes, for if they were his, there was a chance that there would be split colors in those eyes of the children.

His mind went to his burning back. The tattoo was taking a long time to heal, and it still burned and right now, it burned more because he was angry, he figured. He needed to put some alcohol on it to make it stop, or something like that. He couldn't even think of the right thing to do because he was infuriated. His hand went to his forhead and he rubbed his palm against it. He could feel a headache from the bubbling anger that he had not let out, he had not let it be voiced. He twitched, his neck and his shoulder and then he cleared his throat loudly. She spoke to him, wanting to know what he wanted to hear. She asked him if he wanted to hear her say that she was a whore, that she would spread her legs for any male whom passed. In a sadist way, he almost did want to hear this from the woman, but then she would go on and say these words to him, he just felt more angry. She didn't deny what he had called her, she accepted it. She didn't defend herself, and for some odd reason, he didn't like that. He wasn't happy with it. He didn't accept it. She told him that she liked being with other males. She enjoyed it. It made him spit on his floor. NYEH came from his mouth and he twitched his head to the right again. She then told him to shove his opinions up his ass. His tail fluffed out, and whatever was left of his shackles and back ridge stood up on end. He turned his head towards her, and he beared his teeth through his coal lips. After giving mich hell about sleeping vith oder vomen. he scoffed, and snorted at the woman. Du ist so fucking selfish. he accused of the woman, and he let a sigh pass his lips, more angry than anything else. He felt no sympathy for her, for she brought this bullshit upon herself. There was no reason to feel sorry for her and her stupid self.

She then spoke softly to him about how she chose him because she thought he would accept her regardless of her past mistakes. Dis ist ein PRESENT mistake! Dere's -FUCKINGCUNTNUGGET-nodhing PAST about dis! the male let the words rip through his mouth like acid would come from the fangs of a cobra whom had bitten it's prey. With that, she had spoken about the ones whom he had talked about previously. The ones that were his. His four, dead stupid sons, and daughters. The ones he did not even get to lay his eyes upon before they were discarded into Drifters Bay. After these words were spoken to him, she had slipped from his doorway, leaving Ende and "Death's" master to think about what just happened, to think about if he and she would be able to exist as a couple, or if they should really just forget it and go their separate ways. FICK DICH, TALITHA LYKOI He screamed at her, hoping she heard him as she descended the stairway. He dared to even call her by a name that she had gotten rid of long ago. He did not care. Why should he?

He went ahead and dealt with the emotional pain the only way he knew how to. By combating it with physical pain. He took his peircing needles and he drove them into different parts of his body. One hole for every reason he was angry about. One for Talitha, and one for each of those bastard pups resulting in four new piercings that he would put rings in only seconds after he pushed them through his flesh. He now had two lip rings on the same side, and four eye brow piercings with two on each brow.