He was out at the borders again, first for duty, and second for his traps. Yeah, he had the traps set just about everywhere, though more so in the wooded areas in the pathway of the woodland creatures. Five out of ten of his traps were tripped, but had nothing in them, 3 of them were successful, and two of them were destroyed. He only got three rabbits out of the whole ordeal, and he was quick to rewire the 8 of them back up for the next meal he needed.The male would come out here and check twice a day, any more and someone would catch onto what he had been doing.The only one whom knew that he knew this method of hunting was Kaena, and maybe Gabriel if Kae had talked to her son about him. Cotl was getting tired of the ridiculous amount of rain, and he was tired of having to rewire these traps almost completely because of the rain and wind that kept on blowing them all over the place.

By the time he was finished, he was ready to go back to the mansion to skin the rabbit and cook and eat it. He remounted his horse and gave a small sigh before he tapped his horse's side with his heel, and whipped the reigns. He even gave a "he-yah" to encourage the horse to bolt off. This was what the horse did, and they went into the direction of the mansion. The horse's hooves steadily thumped against the ground as the two seemed to fly over the terra. It was almost amazing that these horses were able to reach such a high speed. Cotl had come to enjoy the rides he took with his stallion. They were relaxing. Very relaxing.

Only minutes later the horse was slowing up because they had arrived at their destination. Cotl thought about going right back out, but decided it was too shitty outside to go to Halifax and look for blankets and matches and stuff. He sighed once again as he dismounted his horse, and pulled it into the large shed (that he had turned into a stable for his horse) and then ran out of the shed, into the rain, and then into the house. He entered the mansion, and instantly noticed the smell of the feo. She was active now. He was curious of her, since they had yet to see each other. Cotl had already found out her name, Halo Lykoi, from her grandmother- Kaena Lykoi. His eyes scanned the room before he noticed the sound of doors opening and closing. She better not go into his room. His shackles raised his soaked fur as he thought about his personal space being invaded. He then shook his pelt from the water that had collected on it before he started to look around. He peered into a hallway on the bottom floor, and there she was, looking into a room.
"You must be -SCHIESS- Halo Lykoi. My name's Cotl Ulrich" his accented voice lifted into the air, he did not dare to venture close, for he immediately saw the two swords that she had resting on her back.

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Hey. It’s you that recently moved in here, correct? there was no contempt in her voice that he could recognize, so he did not bother to become anti-social, or angry. As long as she was calm, he too would be calm. The male twitched his audit and then nodded his head. "Ja." he spoke, his throat then proceeding to clear itself, but not without a loud sound emerging from the depths of the canine. Sorry if I was noisy – I haven’t practiced with my swords today, so my body is restless. she then went on to apologize to him. His pierced brow cocked at the feo. "Proceed to make -MOTHERFUCKER- noise, this place is too quiet anyways." the male dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand, telling her that he really didn't mind. He did however catch the glace down to his kill. He didn't let her think that he knew, but he did, and he decided that he might as well be the gentleman and offer. "Hey, Look. I got these rabbits, and I was going to -FUCK-prepare them anyways. Would you join me for breakfast?" he might as well be nice. After all, the two lived in the same proximity. Plus, it was a pack mate, as well as the fact that (by the looks of her tattoo) she could be the next one showing up at his door with something to offer in trade for a tattoo, or piercing. A customer is a customer, and he needed to at least try to put up with assholes.(though she was pleasant so far)

The male let his gaze fall on her. She seemed to be a coyote, but she also had very small features of a wolf. He then thought about her family. Kaena was hybrid. He could tell, but this one, she could be more coyote than wolf. His eyes traced her tattoo that was the same as her grandmother's. The tattoo was simple, like a brand. Cotl didn't know if he could deal with being branded. It might have been a loyalty thing. Or maybe it just felt like he would be owned by her if he had the same tattoo as everyone else. He shrugged his shoulders lightly, though it seemed more as a twitch. "Kaena did an awesome job on your star. It's looking good. -DOUCHEBAG-You've also been taking good care of it." he commented, just noticing that her tattoo was rather new, and the area was clean. He then looked at his own newest addition by the same artist as her own tattoo. He then pointed at it. "She did this piece-FUCKING PENGUINS- of art too. "

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This time, her ears fell flat against her skull when a swearword was thrown straight into her face in the middle of his next sentence. Her eyes narrowed down into two thin, crimson slits as she quietly wondered what the fuck he was doing. His behaviour was contradicting itself. She had the impression he was being civil, so why did he fucking offend her like that? Did he think he was funny? Was this some sort of retarded joke? Her silky ears did not stir when he continued, no, not even when he mentioned breakfast. Cotl had perhaps told some of his syndrome, but Halo had no idea and could not figure it out. She knew one thing though: she had no fucking patience with dimwits that tried to ridicule her. ”Sure,” was her simple reply to his generous offer, for she was full of suspicion now. What a weird guy.

        
Although this odd behaviour of his denied her the right of being comfortable, she did not feel threatened either. Every time his intended words shot through the air, the girl’s face stiffened just a little bit more. She was unable to travel along with the topic – too focused on his swearing. Her narrowed eyes danced down to the fresh skull on his belly. It was fresh and it was easy to judge by the looks. When Halo had received her chaos star, she had done exactly everything that Kaena had told her to do to take care of her sore skin. Thankfully no infection had managed to infest her chest and her tattoo was perfect. "That’s a skull, not fucking penguins.. It looks nice though.” She lifted her gaze again to glare at her housemate now. "What’s your problem?” It was a defensive yet confronting question. Apparently he did have a problem; swearing at her like that, but it was done in a way that puzzled her. Almost as it was not truly intentional.

        
He shook his head and her confusion grew. A part of her wanted to walk away from him and rush up to her room, but she was slightly intrigued as well, despite it all. His horrible insults seemed to be accidental outbursts without any ties to the sentence he was going through. Her ears continued to stay folded against her skull as he claimed to have no problem. If it was just the way he talked then she did not particularly like it. Did he actually throw such shit in just because it was the way he felt like communicating? She could not grasp why. The canine world had yet to reach the stage where they started to retake the earth and awaken the ghosts of the human civilization. There was no educational system so there was no way Halo could understand that this was a sad condition where the male was powerless. She held no interest for healing and conditions so she would never realize that he had a syndrome.

        
Her feelings were definitely mixed now, but he had offered her food and seemed to be generally okay apart from his rude language. It seemed he was getting impatient with her, and the young woman glowered in silence as he turned his back to her and marched. He was being a weirdo and he got annoyed with her? Lips wanted to twist into a distasteful grimace, but he had motioned for her to follow, and therefore she did. The kitchen was the final destination and she leaned lightly against the doorframe, feeling hunger tugging eagerly. She did not think she nor Cotl had received great first impressions of each other. It was a shame. Perhaps it was her. She had definitely felt more angry lately. She knew why, but did not know how to make it stop. Ears flickered and face lifted as he attempted to start a more sensible conversation.

        
At least he was trying. He did not even look at her as he talked. The young female brushed her hip casually and watched a few dust motes dispatch. She did not look that bad, did she? Slender fingers brushed through her rich, copper hued hair as she pondered, tracing old behavioural patterns. The only way to get well along with people was to be pleasant, wasn’t it? She ventured closer and ended up next to him, though not too close to be in the way. She sort of wanted to twist his question into a rather inappropriate answer, but fought back the impulse. ”I train rats.” If he did not already find her odd, she guessed he definitely would now. ”they make good spies and are also quite good at.. uhm, eliminating garbage.” Yes, she had found out that they were excellent at gnawing off the living meat of a wolf. "What do you do?" perhaps he could turn out to be even more interesting?

        
The girl was not waiting eagerly for his reaction. She had troubles seeing rodents the way the general population did. To her they could destroy and serve, but quite a few had wrinkled their noses when this particular hobby of hers was revealed. It was well done by the male to stay from mention the rodents losing their lives in his traps, although the majority of the rats were probably not hers. It was not hard to obtain more to amend her losses, but training them took time if she insisted on the creature to be obedient and somewhat dependable. His voice did not strike her as impressed, but then again she had never expected him to be. She could not see this coming as a real surprise to him though – not if he had ever been down in the cellar of the mansion where the two cages with killer rodents were located.

        
His answer was quite satisfying, and as he spoke she made it a mission to filter out his profanities as best she could. It would not help if she let her entire focus stray whenever he had an outburst. His range of abilities stretched further than hers, and her copper coated ears fell somewhat as she felt envy. The Lykoi star had hurt, but it was so beautiful. The thought of adding more ink on her body was not indelicate. Ruby eyes took in his pierced face and she tried to picture her own face with similar ornaments. She could not see it as an advantage in battle though; for such things could so easily be ripped out – or so she imagined. She was slightly surprised at where her thoughts had so quickly brought her, but it definitely lessened her desire for piercing her own flesh.

        
”Mm, tempting offer.,” the girl mumbled with a small smile, wondering what the hell should be her next tattoo in that case. She watched him in silence and let her mind drift off as he prepared the food.

        
Halo had no ideas if there were any herbs about. She had always eaten her food raw. She knew well that some canines prepared their meals before consuming it, but she had never bothered about it. It was not that she was reluctant to try it out; she just had never thought of it when the prey was finally clutched tight between her jaws. She flashed yet another smile, though this time it was way more sincere than anything else she had come up with today. ”I’ve never tasted a cooked meal before!” she explained, expressing a desire to try something new this time. She had not really spent an awful lot of time in the kitchen. She started opening drawers and cupboards, determined to find herbs. There were random hermetic food and the usual objects one can usually find in a kitchen, but she did not see any herbs. There were however bottled spices and herbs in one of the cupboards she opened, but she was clearly looking for something else, not really knowing how these herbs that the male wanted looked like.

        
Ears flattened as if mood swinging when the male went on and wanted to know more about her. Ah, she wished it could have been that simple and painless. ”Actually I was born far north of here. My father, however, was born in the original Inferni, but he became weak and betrayed the clan.” She was showing him trust by revealing her pathetic father. That surely had to count for something? ”My three brothers and I came here around one year ago,” she went on as she kept rummaging through the kitchen – though no longer searching for anything, really. ”but I’m the only one left here now, so yeah..” The thought of being all alone was somewhat heavy, but was that not what she wished these days? It would have been so good to have an extra pair of shoulders to cry on after what happened in Halifax. Jael had always been the most stable of them. He would have known what to say. There was no one she could confide into. Samael was Kaena’s son and Gabriel’s brother. She was all alone.

        
”I turned a year back in Autumn, so I’m not that old yet,” she smiled, pushing the lack of close family members topic temporarily away. ”What about you?” she now asked, turning the focus over to him as she tried not to feel too useless.

I’ve never tasted a cooked meal before! the female spoke, a smile finally sincere enough for Cotl to respond in the same way. There was probably part of the female whom was so innocent, and sweet, but the clan could have hardened her mentally to where she would give of the look of hostility. It was the same way for Cotl. He could be a ravaged beast, and then he could turn around and be totally hospitable and kind. With her words, he traveled back over to the stove and lit it with his lighter. He worked with the fire alittle bit, blowing on it to get it started, and once it was strong enough, he closed the door to the fire pit and then placed a pan on top of the stove, figuring he might as well just sear the rabbit since he didn't have any oil to grease up the pan with. He also figured the rabbit would make it's own oil for it to cook in. He put only one rabbit in the pan, and let it sit there before she spoke again. Actually I was born far north of here. My father, however, was born in the original Inferni, but he became weak and betrayed the clan she spoke to him. Her father was a traitor. The clan was merciful it seemed then. Letting a traitor's daughter fester within the clan. Then again, he figured they couldn't reject her because she was family to both Gabriel and Kaena. He guessed you shouldn't be held responsible for your parents stupid actions. He stayed silent, as if to wait for her to finish before he commented on anything. My three brothers and I came here around one year ago, but I’m the only one left here now, so yeah. she continued. "You have family here still though, so they count too. You just don't have immediate family here. -FUCKING WHORE- I didn't know your father, nor your siblings, so I can't say much about them, except for it sucks that it happened like that." he spoke, shrugging lightly, his eyes going to the rabbit that was in the skillet for a second, and then returning to her.

I turned a year back in Autumn, so I’m not that old yet, What about you? she wanted to switch topics, which was completely fine with him. Turned two in October. I'm only a year older. he spoke, smiling lightly at his own accomplishment, though she was a work of art herself, even without additions to er body. He wouldn't mind making some modifications. The male let his mind wander for a moment, as well as his eyes, trying to find out what really he could imagine on her. He stopped at her chaos star before looking to her shoulder opposite of the tattoo. He could imagine a flower patch stretching from her shoulder to her hip. Starting on the back, and twisting onto her side. You know, I can imagine a beautiful piece of art, starting at your shoulder, and stretching to your hip and maybe a little bit lower?-HERPES MONSTER!- It would be of a beautiful field of flowers, blood tipping the flower's petals and leaves. It would be orgasmic. he spoke, offering the idea to her, seeing what she thought about the male's random thought. He then walked back over to the skillet, and moved it left and right, unsticking it from the bottom of the pan. He figured it'd be a hassle to cook it all the way through, so he only really planned on them being pink in the middle still. He didn't want to burn the skin to where it was a crisp anyways, that's why he wanted to take them off early.

He then looked back at her. What do ya' think? the male asked, a clear of his throat following afterward.

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Her ears swivelled and were followed by the turn of her face as the sizzling sound of the meat in the pan sounded. Her ruby eyes widened only a little as she watched the male do something he had done many times before. As Cotl spoke she let her gaze rise to re-establish eye contact again. She could only nod at his words – this was true. They did count in a way, but she needed someone more closely connected to her than to Samael in order to rid her heart of the horrible ache. She was uncertain how to treat his words. Was he somewhat trying to offer her some sympathy? Her facial expression turned softer, realizing that she silently agreed – thinking it actually did suck how it all happened. Vitium had deceived his children and her siblings had betrayed her. Even Samael had betrayed her, though she saw it more as her own fault. She had caused him to lose control and she had let it all happen.

        
”Perhaps, but as you say: I have family here still, so they count too.” She loved Kaena endlessly and held a large amount of respect for Gabriel; the man that had let her in despite her bad genes. Two was not at all far away, and compared to other members of the clan, she realized that Cotl was quite close to her in age seen from that point of view. She stayed silent as his eyes seemed to wander across her features. The girl was surprised to find her cheeks redden slightly in response. The fact that the blush came involuntarily at such a trivial little thing caused embarrassment to sting deeper. This was not her at all. Hadn’t she always loved it when people looked at her and gave her beautifully formed body the attention it deserved? Thankfully he let her know what his mind had been busy doing, and she tried to push the embarrassment away and listen openly to his words instead.

        
Her ears folded backwards in thought as she tried to imagine a field of blood tainted flowers. There were no flowers. Only thick, dark blood covering the ground. Flesh and intestines ripped apart and spread around the scene. The stench of death weighting the air down. She swallowed heavily and turned her face away. No, horrible memories were blocking out the field of flowers. Her jaws tightened visibly and she nodded, pretending to imagine this. His words had made it sound lovely and she adored lovely things. While she was rather reluctant to attach anything large and permanent to her body, she would have wished to try it out. ”It would be rather frightening to try out such a large design without knowing how it would look first.” She was uncertain of how to form the words – for she did not want to offend him in anyway or reject his idea. ”Is there any way to make it temporary and not permanent, perhaps?” She stepped closer again, though still on that same, safe distance as she watched the meat go from red to brown.

Cotl kept his eyes on her, often switching to look at the meat, but knowing that it would not be done for quite some time. She silently agreed with him. He figured that he'd probably feel the same way if his father had done the same, rather than just peddling him off to some insane warlock coyote whom was useful until the end of his days. No, Cotl hadn't killed the poor bastard, rather an enemy had done so. Cotl had been there to see the bloodbath, it was a glorious battle, and his master told him to stay out of it. Cotl honored the man's word and did not move a muscle until the enraged enemy had gone ahead and tried to attack him. This battle too was glorious, though Cotl did not succeed in killing the older male, just injuring him enough to where he wouldn't possibly think to go back and fight the male again. Cotl did not play games when it came to fighting. He was serious, and deadly, though often times he was merciful. He couldn't help but have that nagging feeling in the back of his head about killing for his own amusement. It was the voice that told him that he didn't want to do it. But then there was the side that tells him to continue. Half the time, the nicer choice was chosen. Though, he could torture someone for eternity and not even think twice. It was just the whole killing part that would sometimes freak him out. Perhaps, but as you say: I have family here still, so they count too. she spoke, and he nodded his head lightly to her.

It seemed to him that she was thinking about the design before actually saying anything about it. His pierced brow cocked as he awaited her answer. When it came, it was something rather precautionary on her part. It would be rather frightening to try out such a large design without knowing how it would look first. the feo spoke. Cotl was about to tell her when she spoke again. Is there any way to make it temporary and not permanent, perhaps? she asked. Cotl nodded his head and finally was able to speak again. "I could sketch it on paper for you... -FUCK HEAD- Or I could draw it on you, but I'd have to shave down the area first as if I really was going to tattoo it there. " he suggested two ways for him to do such a design. One being slightly more intimate than the other. He would have to accurately draw the feo, so he would have to have her pose for him abit for him to draw her and her tattoo if she wanted the sketches, and if she wanted to have it on her, then he would be actually touching her, feeling her body that was actually very beautiful. She was a beautiful specimen, it seemed as if the Lykoi blood was good on the females. He had only met one of the males of the lykoi line, so he was unsure if Gabriel was the only good looking one or not. (Mind you, this is in a total "no-homo" way. Cotl is all about them ladies)

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Face filled with contentment as he introduced the opportunity to see the art on a paper. The thought of having to shave down the area where the tattoo would be applied was frightening though. The unease was hidden away before it could establish a base in her ruby eyes. Why she felt such discomfort at the thought was beyond her though. She did not like having such nerves. Samael was the guilty one, not Cotl. Why did she feel such fear at this thought? The young Lykoi still did not know how deep the damage had dug into her when her uncle had raped her. ”I’d like to see the design on the paper.” she said, adding some sugar into her tone. For now the girl believed that she would be so lucky to see the design on paper without having to do anything. She knew little of how designs were made and how they were fitted – she was rather blue eyed on this area. Her copper and black tail danced contently behind her.

I’d like to see the design on the paper she spoke after she seemed to think for a second. While she had been thinking, Cotl had taken back to the rabbit that had been cooking for a good few minutes now, and he took it out of the pan and put it to the side before sliding the next one into the pan and letting it sit there. When she answered with what she wanted to do, he nodded his head, and thought about it for a minute. He needed to get a sketch pad from Halifax, or maybe he could rip a page out of one of his books and just draw on that. He didn't know what to do right at the moment, but he figured that he'd figure it out when he was out gathering supplies again.

He looked back at her and smiled. "Not a problem at all.- FICKEN SCHEISS- I just will have to take a trip to halifax first, sooo, I should have it done in a few days. If I finish it while you are out, then I will put it under your door to your room." the male spoke, telling her what he would do. "But also...before anything else..-FUCKING SHITHEAD ASS BASTARD- Do you have anything to trade?" the male asked, wondering what she might have to offer for a trade of his skill. Nothing good never came without a price, now did it?

Cotl then looked back at the rabbit, kindof wishing that it didn't take this long to sear. The heat wasn't going to get any hotter, so he couldn't make it cook quicker. He sighed lightly to himself as he watched it. Random Question, but Do you know how to ride a horse? he asked, tilting his head towards her.

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