Sascha has been doing nothing but staying in his room. It was the only place, other than in his father's room, that he felt safest and the only motivation to leave his safety zone was to feed Donder, Blitzen, and himself. Of course, he would show them some kind of affection by petting them but after he was done with whatever he needed to do, he would return to his room. That has been his life for the past weeks and it was clear that he wasn't the best pack member. Though, even if he put himself out there, the results would be the same. He wasn't the best fighter and he was awkward with everything he did. He couldn't even speak unless he scribbled down what he wanted to say and even then, his English wasn't the best.
He sat on his bed Indian style with his brother's and his own tail in his lap as he ran his clawed hand over them both. His ruby eyes stared at them as he blew raspberries, his mind wandering through his memories of Izaak. Despite the times of fearing him, he did miss him and that would probably never change. The sound he was making bounced off the wall as his mind moved on to Cotl. His brows pulled together more as he remember the fight he had overheard, the corner of his lips being pulled down further than they normally were. He didn't like hearing the argument though he wasn't exactly sure what it was. He had done his best to try to ignore them but he could still hear their voices. He shook his head slightly, blowing raspberries louder as he continue to pet the tails in his lap.
It'd been some time since he socialized with his son, he had to admit. Sometimes he would ring the boy food, but would never stay long, and mostly he would just throw a rabbit at his door and just leave it at that. It was a rude way of saying "here's dinner" but at least it was better than nothing at all. Either way, the man's mute son had not been seen outside of the mansion and Cotl felt that the boy needed some sort of socialization, so he figured that they could maybe take a walk around and meet some of the other members of Inferni, or at least Cotl could fill Sascha in on the situation between himself and his mate that he had taken a few weeks prior. The boy also deserved to know that the children that his mate might try and force upon him were not his siblings and to not feel sorry about being mean to them or whatever really. After all, Cotl already took his claws to one of them.
Cotl left his room and moved across the hallway, where his son had taken to staying. He put his hand on the knob and found that the boy had not locked himself into the room, and so he turned it and opened the door to see the boy sitting on the end of the end petting both his and his brother's tail. It dawned upon Cotl that Sascha might be lonely because of Izaak's passing. Cotl felt bad for Sascha, as did he feel bad about Izaak dying. The stupid boy did not deserve such a fate, or maybe he did? Still, Cotl would have rather ended the boy's life than some stupid wolf. Cotl's bi-colored eyes looked at the boy whom had grown to be taller than he and he cleared his throat before speaking to the child. Sascha, Es ist Zeit, um aus diesem Raum.-FICKDICH- Wir müssen erhalten Sie eine Freundin oder etwas. he always assumed that Sascha was at least bisexual, or forced into fucking Izaak for whatever reason. He figured it was almost like how Marik and Cotl were, how they had slept together (even though it was only once for them two) that Sascha was forced into relations with Izaak like Cotl had been with Marik. It never dawned upon him that Sascha just might be gay. He hoped his son was not gay. He hoped that he was atleast bisexual. Either way, Cotl would try to find the boy a girl to be with. He also needed to help Sascha work on his English.
Sag mir, wie -NYEHT-viel Englisch Sie wissen, Sascha? the man asked the boy, wondering how much he was taught before the lessons had ceased to exist. The man did notice long ago that the boy always spoke to him in German and there was little English to come from that notepad that Cotl had given to him to communicate with. Cotl moved into the room and he had taken a quick seat next to Sascha, and his head was turned towards the child before he would twitch his neck.
The noise he always made stopped as soon as his door opened. It was only because it surprised him and for a second his body became tense as he stopped everything he was doing. Once he had noticed who it was who entered the room, he relaxed and continued to run his hands over the fur while his gaze was no on his father. The only ear that worked twitched at the sound of his voice and he simply listened with curiosity though his expression remained the same. Sascha hadn't really put much thought into his sexuality; only having sex with his mother and brother which, due to his upbringing, thought was normal. He didn't know any better, that that kind of behavior between a mother and her son was unappropriated. One could probably say he was bisexual; he probably didn't even care what gender they were.
In terms of leaving the room, he diverted his eyes to his lap as if he was giving it thought as he stuck his tongue out slightly to blow raspberries again. To gain a girlfriend would mean he would have to mingle with others which then gave him the "I want to hide" feeling. His pointer finger ran through the fur of one of the tails as his nod in a "yes" gesture was barely visible. He became quiet again when his father began speaking again. He shook his head no at his inquiry saying he didn't know much, hoping Cotl would understand what he had meant. His German was stronger than his English and preferred the language he knew best. However, where he lived now, English was the more dominant language. He could manage what English he knew but he could use some help. By this time, Cotl had entered his room and sat next to him. Sascha pivoted in his spot so he could look at him better, eyeing him nervously. He wondered what his plans were to get him out of his room. What would they do together?
A nod yes at the question about taking him out of the room, which did please the boy's father, yet he let no smile form on his lips. This was nothing to be smiling about but he was not particularly unhappy, just indifferent. Cotl had no clue what they were going to do while the two were outside the mansion, perhaps just teach Sascha about certain plants, or to let the male see how Cotl's traps worked. It probably would have nothing to do with actually actively trying to find a female for Sascha to talk to. Cotl tended to let 'fate' take hold and if a female would approach them, then perhaps they would speak to her. Cotl would more than likely be the translator considering that the male had told him that he was not so comfortable speaking English as he was speaking their home language. Cotl figured that it might be time to actually actively teach Sascha about the secondary language that his mother should have taught him, like she had taught Giza, and Izaak.
Wussten Sie schon kümmern Donder und Blitzen heute? the male asked the boy, twitching his neck and shoulder at the moment before returning to normal. He then stood up and motioned for his son to come to him as he moved towards the door. He decided that now would be a better time than any to actually tell the boy that he had a mate. Kennen Sie Talitha Lykoi? Der Hauptmann von Inferni? Nun, vor etwa einer Woche habe ich die-FUCKINGDICKWADBITCH- Frau als mein Kumpel, unter dem Eindruck, dass sie schwanger mit meinen Kindern, Ihre Halbgeschwister war. the man explained to the male, a saddened sigh coming from him afterward. Hast du das gehört uns kämpfen, dass eines Tages? Cotl asked and turned his head to his son to see if he was nodding or shaking his head.
Sascha never had it in his mind that he would ever have a mate. Thanks to his mother's upbringing, his ways would probably turn off many girls. Having sex with his mother made him believe it was normal, so normal that he even did it with his brother. That wasn't the only reason, he was a timid being as he always wants to hide behind something when around strangers. He even carried a club for defense and wouldn't hesitate to unstrap it from his back if he felt threatened enough. He would probably be seen as a pathetic worthless being. However, that wasn't what he thought. The truth was, he just didn't think about it period.
The boy's only working ear twitched at his father's question, giving it some thought before he shook his head no. Perhaps he should go do that soon. He felt the bed move a bit when his father rose, causing the silent Ulrich to turn his head so that he was now following Cotl's movement. Abiding by the motion given, Sas stood and followed the man, remembering to grab his bag and club before doing so. His tongue stuck out as he was about to make his usual noise but made no sound due to Cotl's voice. Slowly, his tongue moved back into his mouth as he thought of the name given. He remembered vaguely his meeting with the woman and he has heard of the changes in rank so he nodded a yes before Cotl was even finished speaking. What he heard next surprised him, not expecting to hear that his father now had a mate and it was that woman. Just when he thought he was surprised enough, it seemed he would have half siblings on the way.
He didn't know what to think about gaining more siblings. He wondered if they would like him? The boy didn't linger on the thought, distracted by the sad sigh that left Cotl and what he said next. The scowl on Sascha's face hardened at the question as he nodded slowly, confirming that he did in fact hear them fight. He didn't like it. The young Ulrich then dug into his bag that was slung across his chest and pulled out his means of communication. He stopped walking in order to write what he wanted to say. Warum kämpfen? He held up the notepad up for his father to read. Despite that part of him that didn't want to know, he asked because the other part of him was curious and was winning in comparison. The fight sounded pretty serious.
Cotl was not proud of the arguments that the woman and he had, for since they had been together they've fought and butt heads more and more. This was probably why they did not live together. It almost was a relief in a way for at least he didn't need to see her face everyday and have to bitch at her. She just knew how to strike the right chords in him to make him angry, and she made assumptions about him that she shouldn't have made. Cotl growled lightly, and he gritted his teeth as he held his tongue about ranting about how she was wrong and shit. He didn't want to bore the child with spoken words of a deep hatred that he mistook as love because of the fact that he could not harm her. He would not harm her because he would possibly lose everything after that. His family would also possibly suffer after that.
He noticed that the boy stopped walking with him and he looked back at him to see that he was writing something down. He wrote two words. "Why fight" in German. He looked into his son's ruby eyes. Because she ist ein bitch. he growled to his son, possibly misdirected anger, though he tried to remain calm, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Sorry. he spoke simply with a twitch of his neck, and a clearing of his throat before he went on. Sie gebar den Welpen. Einer von ihnen war nicht unser Blut, und die anderen sind auch muttled-FICKDICH- zu sagen, aber wer weiß, ob sie sind oder nicht. he spoke to his son, his cold, bi-colored eyes looking at the boy that mirrored his own appearance all too well. Wenn sie lächeln, dann sind sie mehr als wahrscheinlich, sind nicht von mir. he added on, his voice slightly hushed, and low for his son to only hear, just in case anyone who knew German is lingering about, though that would only be Marik to his own knowledge and Marik had been the one to investigate first. The only reason Cotl would tell his brother what happened, as well as Sascha was because they were family, and they deserved to know.
The male descended the staircase and he moved quickly towards the door, not without a few loud throat clearings in the time between though. He looked back at his son. Wir werden dich lehren und Blitzen etwas mehr über das Reiten. he spoke as he pushed the mansion door open and he walked out of the door. He gave a quick howl in the air to Maschine, obviously not a typical coyote howl but one that reflected his dingo-dog side. Maschine knew the howl by heart now, and he had been close by so he had trotted towards his master. He neighed once he came close. He looked to Sascha, wondering if he had been able to get the beasts to come to him yet, since he had no voice to howl with. He grabbed the reigns of his steed and he pet the skulled beast. >Entscheiden, was-NYEHT- ich werde Tattoo auf Blitzen Gesicht, Sascha? He asked the male, a crooked smile forming on his face. He figured it'd help people realize who Blitzen belongs to, and not to fuck with them. Was ist mit Donder?
