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OOC: been awhile since I used this crusty old table. lol It still makes me laugh though. +5
He still was angry. The new piercings had reminded him everyday of his mate's sin against him. Her mistake. Possibly his mistake. Should he have even taken the woman as mate? He'd noticed that she had not been around him lately. She had almost disappeared from the face of the earth, though he knew she was just avoiding him, and he was doing the same to her because of the immense amount of fights they had as mates. He thought about this choice everyday, and he thought about if he should just take his ring back, take everything back. His stubbornness to make it work had started to fade, though it was still there and still preventing him from breaking it off. He also thought hard about going by her den. He wanted to, to say hi, to make sure that she had not killed herself, that she was okay, because this much he did care about, but he did not care to see those children. He refused them all because of that one child and the fact that not one of them seemed to look anything like Ulrich. None of them had enough orange to be so. They were too gray, too....red. No rust tainted their pelts, and Talitha said so herself, his dead children had been just that orange. He had the time to think about it, and he still rejected them, and he wanted mostly nothing to do with them, though he knew that as her mate, he would soon have to help her feed them, or help her watch them. Maybe when they were on better terms he would. For now, he would keep his distance.
Today he had taken out to the garden in the back of the mansion. He looked to his steed, whom grazed off where there were grasses for him to nibble on. He admired the look of his stallion, for the beast had a beautiful coat right now, and he was looking at evil as could be. The beast looked like the reaper owned it, and rode it when he was reaping souls for his collection in the underworld. Cotl could have been the reaper if he was as devoid of emotions like he was in the past. He sighed lightly and he looked at the plants in the garden. The movement of his steed would cause him to look up again, for the beast had moved towards the lake, seeming to want a drink of water. Cotl took his black hair from his back and moved it over his right shoulder so that the top of his large back tattoo would not be covered. It still had been hurting, for the tattoo was rather huge and complicated. He did not regret the tattoo though, because Kaena had done a beautiful job on it and it was a very elaborate design that not many would realize the bigger picture of it all. Boredom caused the male to sit there boredly and wonder what was next. Many he should go back into the mansion and get his guitar so at least he would have that to do, but he just couldn't find himself to get up from his spot on the ground where he sat.
A quick stroll through her hollow home revealed no Symera, and she decided that the girl must have gone out without her noticing. Things were falling into place now, and it was a lovely, yet very wicked feeling. The asocial traits were sneaking back, but it was quite different this time. The Triarii knew better this time, and history would not repeat itself. She was older and wiser, and she definitely had a stronger hold of her own sanity. Or insanity, depending on how she decided to look at it. The young girl she had taken in brought warmth to her chest, and she genuinely enjoyed her company. Soon she would become an adult in the eyes of the clan, and Halo had decided that she would have to make a gift fitting the transition.
Quiet feet lead her out into the back garden of the mansion and its fresh air. Soft palms stroke against the visible curve of her belly, and she imagined the perfect little souls nesting within her body. Her smile was an honest one, and was present just because there was no one around there to see it. It was only in her own company she managed to relax fully, it seemed. She would have to go to Ezekiel soon, but he would only learn part of the story. The rest of the truth belonged to her, and she wouldn’t tell.
Nostrils first caught the scent of the grazing Maschine, though quickly detected Cotl’s presence afterwards. Ruby eyes narrowed with unwillingness to face him, but she would have to talk to him at some point. Their previous encounter had been so successful, but she hadn’t known about the mateship then. Mated to her fucking nemesis. ”Good day, Cotl.”
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OOC: i never know who halo is preggo with. it makes me sadness. +3
His neck twitched, and his tail swayed on the ground as he sat there, rather boredly. He let another sigh pass his lips before he would clear his throat. Anyone around would certainly hear his small sounds he made at the moment. It would not be too long before someone would come around though, for a scent would enter his nose only moments later. He knew the scent, and again, it was strangely different than normal. Her scent had changed on him only once before, and that was when the woman was pregnant with that traitor. He wondered if she was again, going to bare children, and if she was, who's were they? She had no mate that he knew of. Not like he had and the whole fucking mansion knew what was up. It was only because she had caused him so much grief that he had been so loud with dealing with her. He did not look in her direction yet. He waited for her to approach him. When she did, she had also spoken to him, telling him "good day" in a greeting. He snorted lightly. If only ist vas. he spoke and grunted, shaking his head lightly and then letting his bi-colored gaze move over to her and her beautiful body. She always was beautiful to him, no matter her actual physical condition. He didn't know why. He stared at her though, first her ruby eyes and then he had moved his gaze down to her breasts, and then her belly.
Ist ein good -NYEH-day fur du dhough, ja? the male spoke, his eyes slowly moving back up to her own. Du looks gut, how ist du? the male asked the woman, though he wanted to give her a soft smile, he did not know how, so the same frown that was always there had hugged his lips still. The man's hand went to his thigh, and he pet down the ruffled hair that was there before he moved that hand again and he patted the ground. Bitte, join mich.-FUCKINGBITCHTITS- Dere's not much for mich zu do todays.. he commented before he looked to the ground he patted and hoped she would sit there, and perhaps relax with him. Little did he know was that she was mad about his mateship with Talitha. Hell, who wasn't mad about it? Even he was.
Her private smile had been washed away the moment she learned that she wasn’t alone, though Cotl’s presence wasn’t enough to disturb the contentment within her. Her body wasn’t repulsed with the new life maturing inside her as it had with Itachi when she had been pregnant with him. Everything was right, at least today. Except for the intruding presence of Cotl, of course, though it was technically she that had intruded on his loneliness. But when was the warrior woman ever fair to her surroundings?
Halo had caught him in a bad mood, it seemed. She watched him as he shook his orange head, and knew that she wouldn’t turn from him then. She noted the path of his gaze, and didn’t try very hard to disguise her smile. Her hands fell away from the slight curve of her belly and lifted to cross beneath her branded chaos star. With added sway in her curved waist, she moved closer as he wondered about her day. Her slender muzzle nodded at the words, and she almost forgot she was supposed to loathe him.
”I feel good, yeah,” the auburn woman admitted, moving over to him as he patted the dry ground beside him. Why the fuck not. Gracefully, she sat down next to his seated form, pulling her knees up against her curved chest, placing her lighter arms on top of her kneecaps. ”Is something wrong, Cotl?” The Lykoi woman’s voice could be sweet if she wanted it to be.
Watch the rivers flow with blood,
Death will stand where life once stood.
OOC: it happened enough for me to say something about it >:[
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The eyes of the artist were sharp so he had noticed a change in her appearance, for she was not as thin as she once was. He noted the looks of the woman, and knew that eventually she would be back to her thin self. He hoped she would at least. She moved her graceful body towards him and she would take a seat next to him like he had asked her to, and then she would reply to him about how she was feeling. She told him that she was feeling well, which was good to hear because of the last time she was in this condition, she had been distraught and horribly emotional. He remembered the day that she had cried on his shoulder because she just couldn't take it all. He remembered that in detail, and he hoped that she was no lying to him, he did doubt that she was lying though because she did not seem like it this time around. Ist du being taken cares auf? it was a random question, but he knew that being taken care of in such a situation was important. He twitched and cleared his throat before the woman asked him what was wrong with him. Why he was all pissy. He groaned unhappily, not wanting to think about it, but the woman just had to ask.
Talitha ist ein whore,-NYEHBITCHCUNTDICK- und ein liar. the man spoke, his voice dark, and very unhappy. The man's ridge (that was mostly shaven because of his new tattoo) stood up on edge as he started to get slightly angry about having to even think about the next words that he'd tell the woman. Und Ich vas stupids enough to takes her as mein mate, like anydhing vould change. -NYEHT- Ve've done nozhing but fights, fights, fights. the man spoke, a growl emitting from his lungs as he ended his words before his neck wouldtwitch to the right and he would clear his throat again. Ich so fucking stupids. But Ich knew she vouldn't reject mich. Not like odhers vould. She nicht cares abouts mein.....deformities. why the male called them deformities was because that's how everyone else would describe them, and he had no better word for them so he figured he might as well just play along.
Ich made ein terribles mistakes... Und Ich vould probablies -TITTIEFUCK-be shunned more if Ich tries to corrects ist. the male spoke as his ivory hands found his forehead, and he pushed his bangs out of his face. The male twitched his tail and he blinked as well as let out a small sigh from his lips. Was soll ich tun?
Halo didn’t like his question, but it was one forged by concern, and she didn’t want to judge him for something like that. Cotl was one of precious few that had seen the damaged creature behind the mask. Or, what had been a mask at that time. Itachi had taken a toll on his mother both before and after birth, and Cotl had seen what she hadn’t wanted anyone to see. But it was okay, the Triarii realized. It was okay that he had seen the less attractive, vulnerable side of her. Since he was still here, it had to mean that he really was her friend. Even if she thought she could take on the world alone, the thought was reassuring. ”I take care of myself.” she announced, though not with bile in her voice. She really was okay this time.
Lips parted to reveal the sharp edges of pearly teeth as the man jumped straight to the topic her mind had cursed him for. Halo would never admit this to anyone but herself, but she felt a sick sense of joy as the orange male spoke harshly of the bitch he had mistakenly taken as his mate. Yes, she wanted to say, how could you be so stupid to take such a whore as your mate. Halo could not fathom what could have led him to such a choice, but hmm, perhaps he had been lonely. She felt a surge of sadness on his behalf. Having so few to consider friends, Halo was in alien territory here, sitting with such a brutal and honest confession from this male. But she didn’t feel empty and indifferent as she thought she should have. It was reassuring.
The Triarii shifted her weight and shuffled closer to the male. How the fuck could he choose Talitha. Fingers slowly rose to touch the man’s back, carefully, as she had no clue if he would accept physical contact right now even if she meant to comfort. She wasn’t a warm individual and he knew that, but it would be wrong to rise to her feet and walk away from this. She wanted to dig for details, though abstained. ”She doesn’t deserve someone like you, you know.” she said, realizing that these words, even if they were meant well, sounded harsh as they passed her dark lips. But this was true. Talitha should have stayed the fuck away from any friend of Halo’s. If Halo’s cousin’s own mate admitted that she was a whore and liar, then it definitely had to be true. A bitch, whore, liar and a fucking traitor.
The woman gave him a pretty strongly said answer about her taking care of herself. Soon she would need some help from someone though, and though there were many Infernians, Cotl was not sure that the woman had friends outside of his friendship which was suffering to say the least. It's not that they argued, but it was just the fact that neither of them saw much of each other to actually be anything more than just friends, if that. Cotl would always consider her a friend though, even if she cut all ties with him. She'd have to fuck up royally for him to not want her to be his friend. If Talitha had not pressured him to be more than just friends then both he and she would not be in the situation they were now, where Talitha had presented him with pups that looked nothing like his bloodline. The other two were questionable, but that one mutt that was allowed to live had not been his, because of the merled coating it had. None in Cotl's family had that merled color and because of that boy's appearance, he doubted the other two as well. This made him think that she was a whore. A slut, a woman whom had no shame. Then again, who the fuck else would want to fuck the midget? A saint? He was a demon, so why would an angel want him?
It was weird for him to hear the shuffling of the woman, not going away but getting closer, and for her hand to touch his sensitive back. He twitched, flinched and then his cold eyes moved to place themselves on the Triarii that was his friend, one of his only friends that he could actually point out of a crowd of familiar faces. She normally was not one of trying to ease the mind of another, possibly because often times she did not care about the mind that would need comforting. If she really cared about him or not was hard to tell, but he liked to think that she cared a little bit considering she could have just gotten up and left by now. He sighed again, and shook his rust colored head. The woman then spoke to him, and told him that Talitha did not deserve him. This was true, but it's not like anyone actually deserved him because he was already a piece of shit. Does she nicht? Vho does deserve mich? Ich nicht anything but ein piece of shit meinself. he openly insulted himself, knowing that he was no better than Talitha, he just was not as much as a whore as she was, he was just more violent than her. The man cleared his throat and twitched his large ears before he shook his head again. If Ich didn't habe her, dann Ich vould habe nobody but meinself again. -NYEHT-Sascha and Marik kann only do so much fur mich.. he trailed off before he folded his hands in his lap and he twiddled his thumbs, still weighing his options and figuring out if he should just break it off with Talitha and suffer the shunning of Ezekiel and everyone else, and be lonely, or to just ride it out and hopefully it would get better as time went on.
He simply was not sure of what to do about Talitha. His mind would not let him think about other things though, so it's not like he could just wait for later to think about this. He needed to come to a decision now.
He twitched and flinched, and she was close to withdrawing her hand. But he didn’t cringe away either, and his reaction could consist of surprise. It was sad that she didn’t know whether or not he wanted her near. In many ways, these two hybrids didn’t know each other at all. Russet ears lightly leaned against silky, auburn locks as she wondered how she could fail to realize that the male suffered from low self esteem. Halo wouldn’t have expected it. Cotl was strange and exotic in many ways, and while he didn’t match the norms, it didn’t make him less intriguing.
Audits stirred at the words he spoke, and as so often, her mind struggled to make sense of the thick flow of foreign words. But years with Cotl had made her brighter, and while she wouldn’t always understand what he said, she usually caught what was important, and she understood and wondered about the words that now were being spoken. His life seemed much more successful than hers, so if he was a piece of shit, then what was Halo? Lips tightened at the thought of it, but this wasn’t about her. Now, she picked up a harmonic smile instead, and she slowly shook her head as he continued.
She did care, she knew.
It seemed he wanted to have it all, but Halo had learned that one couldn’t plan that way and remain happy. She could be wrong, but she only knew how life had treated her. The Triarii failed to understand why he needed to hold onto someone that wasn’t good for him. ”You don’t need her,” she said, voice strengthened with some resolve. He really didn’t, and she didn’t want him to stay with that unfaithful bitch anyway. Talitha deserved nothing whatsoever, and Cotl wasn’t the piece of shit he seemed to think he was. ”And what does Talitha give you that’s so invaluable?” the Lykoi asked with a raised eyebrow. Pain and misery? Did anyone need that?
Ruby eyes remained on his face, adoring the intriguing hues of his eyes. He could do so much better.
Watch the rivers flow with blood,
Death will stand where life once stood.
OOC: blah
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Not many knew the true Cotl, the one whom suffered from mental beatings of himself. The one whom was shut from the world for so long that he had little to no communication skills with other luperci. They all just assumed that they knew him because of the facade that he put on to protect himself from any wandering eyes. Talitha probably knew him the most, how short his temper was, and how stupid he thought he was, but then again, the Infernian princess was rather ignorant and too focused on herself to see obvious things that stare her right in the face. The male had his hand on his forehead, trying to think about what he was going to do, and thinking hard because of the fact that he had been stuck in a situation that he could not possibly win. Not unless something happened to either him, or Talitha, and then he would have a reason to drop their mateship. Maybe he should just leave Inferni, go back home to Germany...Even though Inferni was home to him now....It would be just that much harder for Cotl to leave because of the fact that not only has he defended his home from Dahlians, but he had been here for the fall of an old leader and the rise of a new one, no matter how much both Gabriel and Ezekiel hated him.
His cold eyes were on his thickly padded hand, the black pads touching his face. He sighed lightly and grunted before he let his hand fall from his face and he returned his bi-colored eyes to the ruby-eyed Triarii, and she shook her head. She then spoke to him about how he did not need her. Maybe Cotl did need her. Maybe they needed each other to survive, and maybe that was why Talitha had come back to him so many times. Cotl didn't know though, he was very confused about if he needed her or not. He didn't think he needed her though, he felt like he needed someone else but her now that they were committed to each other. She then asked him what she had that was invaluable to him. What she had that he needed. He couldn't answer this question. He twitched his ear and he shrugged his shoulders. She habe status in Inferni. Du knows das Zeke, und Gabe nicht likes mich right? Dey never let mich be anydhing but Imaginifer, und -NYEHT- if I rid meinself from her, she might get them to come after mich. he spoke, was that fear that was present in the voice of the metalhead? Maybe just uncertainty, confusion more likely. He just didn't know what to say to the woman, for he didn't know anything about anything at the moment in time.
Security? he asked, wondering if that was the right answer to her question, his tone even suggested such a thing. Cotl looked away from the woman again, and he put his right hand on his left shoulder and he rubbed the tattoo that was branded there. He shrugged his shoulders again. He honestly did not know.
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