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- Talitha de le Poer - 08-16-2010 [html]
[html] Here is the reference picture to the painting on the wall. +5
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It'd been a long while since he had touched his guitar, and he felt like a total jackass for not playing for such a long time. He'd waited until Marik took the two children outside to play to start playing his music, simply because he liked to be alone when he was playing his music. He hadn't been particularly alone for the past few days since he had been deemed a father and uncle to two nine month old giants that were from Germany. They actually weren't giants, they were just taller than their father and uncle. Sascha, Cotl's son had been the more distant of the two, preferring to take a bed in the room next door to Cotl, while Izaak found it necessary to claim Cotl's bed as the bed that they all would sleep in(because Cotl and Marik still shared a room and now adding Izaak would be a third body) and so Cotl had to deal with his stupid deranged family every night. It was stupid because he was weird about family, and two new family members showing up out of the blue was weird to him. None the less, the boys were here to stay and they did what they wanted he guessed. He'd made sure to keep his door closed and locked though, because he wasn't willing to deal with his brother or the kids just yet. His fingers would skillfully strum the guitar, going over complicated riffs like a pro still. This current tune was a warm up he did, where he would play up the strings and riffs. He could imagine the drumming along with the song he was playing. He would sit there for a good while just playing his guitar before his nares would take in a scent.
Female, Inferni. He didn't know the scent personally, and he was curious, so he had gotten up, put his guitar on it's stand on the other side of his room and then he moved towards his own door and he had unlocked the door and slowly opened the door. He would peek outside the door before he would walk out, seeing where there was a being that he could smell. He knew she had been close or her scent wouldn't have drifted so easily in his room with the door closed. Cotl looked to the right, and then the left, his eyes falling upon a woman and her curves, her hand making strokes and her eyes wandering from her lap, up to the picture that hung there on the wall. Cotl too, had drawn this picture at one point when he was going on a drawing spree, and it was nice to see that there was another artist in the midst of the Imaginifer. The man looked at the woman as he had slowly approached. He cleared his throat before he would speak, a habit of his that would be considered a tic of his. Ich knows ist horribles fur mich to interrupt ein drawing... he spoke, almost awkwardly, seeing as he never knew how to speak to another artist. Ich couldn'ts helps but notice dat you vere drawing die sames picture-FAT FUCKING BASTARD- I chose to draws avhile backs. the man spoke to the woman, a devious (this was the only smile he really knew how to smile) smile taking his lips as he looked at the hybrid, his cold bi-colored eyes on the woman and an interjection not failing to push it's way in his speech, just like always. Die name ist Cotl Ulrich, Imaginifer auf Inferni. the man spoke to the woman.
- Talitha de le Poer - 08-18-2010 [html]
- Cotl - 08-18-2010 [html] OOC here: +5
Cotl had picked up drawing when he was small, finding comfort in being the god of his own world, being able to create beautiful and ugly just by the stroke of his pencil. When he was little, naive, he used to think that his creations on paper would come alive, and he'd sit there and make a whole scene and then imagine that it was a real place, in some screwed up dimension. Those were the days of his youth, since he had been cursed with his twitch, and his vulgar outbursts, he had plenty of time to create his own world, as well as to create music, and to become as skillfull in the things that he did now, as a living as Imaginifer of the Inferni coyote clan. He was good at the things he had done here in Inferni, everything from setting game traps for his meals to border checking and making sure there were those beautiful skulls hanging on those large pikes at the borders, and he sort of thought that he'd be stuck at this rank forever because he enjoyed doing what he did, and he wouldn't really change anything with his rank.
He'd never seen this woman before, but there was a familiarity to her patterns and when she would look at him, he would notice those ruby eyes that were predominate in the Lykoi bloodline. When he thought about it, the woman looked like a mix between his Aquila and the woman he met that was in Aniwaya. Liliana Vess, her name was. It took him little time to find her name, simply because he knew who he was thinking about, and he needed to know her name, in the case he saw her again (he was sure it was probable because word of mouth, or Cotl going to visit Aniwaya like he did every so often) and it was his duty as a Tattooist to remember what he has done on who. The two seemed to just stare at each other for a few moments, he could almost see the drool falling from her chin (this was his way of joking, she wasn't really drooling) and landing on the floor before them before he would cross his arms across his chest and shift his weight to where he was standing predominately on his left leg. He twitched his left ear as she stared at him through those ruby eyes of hers. Cotl was starting to wonder if she was going to say anything or what when she finally recovered her tongue from whatever cat had it and she spoke to him. She apologized after addressing his name. Cotl twitched his head to the left for a moment before he would listen to the rest of her words. Cotl would look at her picture, that was actually sketched pretty well. It was proportionate (which in the beginning of his career, he found hard) and it looked like the simplified and shrunken version of the picture itself so far. The dingo-looking man had shaken his head when she had told him that her drawings aren't anything special. Anyones vho kann copy-NYEH- ein design ist specials. It's ein skills. it was a skill that he had, as well as Kaena Lykoi, but as far as he knew, there weren't many other artists in the clan. And again, he prided himself in his abilities, meeting an artist who thought down of their own art was a little confusing to him, but his curiosity was killed with that antipathetic wall that would build itself slightly. He'd be on his best behavior though upon learning the woman's name.
She would also speak her name to him afterward. Another Lykoi, which would explain her eyes. Cotl nodded his head lightly to the woman, a devious smirk still held on those wicked lips of his, the bi-colored eyes on the woman. Ist nices to meets du, Talitha. the man spoke, his throat clearing before he could continue. Kaena's somedhing auf ein artists as vell, du knows? the man would ask, a twitch of his left ear would top it off as he stood there, the woman a good foot taller than him, and him of course not failing to notice because of the way he would have to look up at her to see her eyes. She would ask him what he used to draw the picture. He had drawn it on a smaller scale, as she did. With a pencil since he had been very careful with using his inks (only using them on tattoos) and he only used spray paint when he needed to you know, spray paint. He nodded his head. Ja -CUNTFACE BITCH- Ich uses just pencils. Mein inks are reserved fur tattoos, und spray paints are for valls und groß stuffs. the man spoke to the woman, his ivory fingers twisting in a circle for a moment. Du haves inks?
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- Cotl - 08-19-2010 [html] OOC here: +5
The woman would eventually agree with him about drawing being a skill. It definitely was, and that's why he had made his profession the one of the image-bearer of the clan. It was the single thing he was very good at, but he also enjoyed it. While there were some perks about knowing how to battle with your fists, claws, and teeth, it was also very painful for him when he got hit and kicked, and he was a sadist, not a masochist. He didn't like being in pain, but he liked the control of putting someone else in pain. This had also been a reason that he was not nearly as tattooed and pierced as say, his brother, who was a masochist. Cotl would say that the most painful piercing he had done was the one he couldn't do himself. His nape of his neck that was hidden by his long hair. He shuddered as he thought about the pain of sleeping, and brushing his hair and and sometimes, his twitches would aggravate it because of the way he would twist his neck. Cotl would simply nod his head to her words, and clear his throat.
She would inform him that she was new (obviously) but she was coming back here, so she had lived here at some time in her life, before Cotl had come to Nova Scotia. It was weird to think that there was anything before his existence since it seemed like he'd been here forever now, but he knew that in the back of his mind he was still a newbie in the clan, even though he had escalated through the ranks like he had done in the last few months, and he remained stationary at his rank for now, and probably would continue because of the fact that job was now a fixed rank, and he could not move with the same job throughout the ranks. His job would change along with his ranks and privileges, if there were any to be had by the German Imaginifer. The woman would then verify that Kaena was her grandmother. Cotl nodded his head again. She's vonderful.-FICK- She takes somes quicktips from mich, but she ist very skills on her own. the man would speak to the woman, blinking both of his eyes and twitching his neck. Tali would go on to speak about how she only had pencils, but did not linger on the subject for very long before she would ask him about being a tattoo artist. If there was anything that Cotl Ulrich loved to talk about, it was art and ink. Wicked grin stayed on his lips, them not threatening to become the normal frown he wore on his face at all.
Nein, actually... he started to speak as he turned his arm to her so she could fully see his szeliga on his arm. Dis one, und dat one he pointed to his arm and then to his skull before continuing Ist by Kaena, your Grandmutter. the man spoke, an ear twitching and him clearing his throat roughly. He would then spread his leg and show her what his tattoo said. Dis one ist by mich. Buts, I've done a few clansman tattoos. Samael Lykoi, Silas Agata, Mein bruder-FUCKING DOUCHEBAG MUTTERFUCKER-, Marik Ulrich, Anselm De le Poer. the man spoke to the woman, not failing to interrupt himself with his own tics. He would let her see his own tattoo on the inside of his leg and then he would look back up to her, and have that wicked grin on his face. I trades fur tattoos and piercings, if you vere interested. -NYEH-I also cans sketch und draw on papers if du ever want to maybe trades arts, oder use mich as ein model fur ein portraits oder somedhing. Cotl appreciated the new artist, that was for sure.
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- Cotl - 09-12-2010 [html] http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... oper-1.png);">
OOC: sorry for the wait. +5
It would have seemed that the woman would have misheard the man, her commenting on his arm tattoo, and asking if he had done that one. He shook his head to the woman, a wicked grin held on his crooked maw. Nein, Das one vas Kaena, as vell.-NYEH- the man spoke to the saddled woman. Her coat reminded him of Gabriel, the Aquila of the clan. Cotl was not aware of the relationship that the woman and the man would have no knowledge about who her father was. Much less would he guess that she was Gabriel's daughter and this was why she looked like a female version of the man, her coat being maybe also a few shades lighter than the man. Cotl did have an eye for detail, and a wicked memory when it came to seeing people that he has seen before, drugs and alcohol normally being the only things to cloud a mind of his enough to make a memory fade. He had to pay attention to detail, his job was image, and image was picky with the way it could be taken one way or another. He had to make sure the clan look intimidating, not like everything is pretty flowers and rainbows. Pretty flowers and Rainbows weren't Cotl's forte anyways. Not unless those flowers were bloodstained and that unicorn was undead and it had a bunny's head between it teeth. Yeah, that sounds like it would be good for Cotl. The woman would speak about the skull, which was also done by Kaena Lykoi. It was actually the first one done for Cotl, him being used as practice pretty much. He was impressed with her skill to copy that he took a symbol and he gave it to her to copy onto his arm. It happened to be the same symbol that he tattooed on his brother's throat months before when Marik had wanted it.
She made comments about the final one on the inside of his thigh and he gave a wicked grin. Large 'yote ears flicked towards the woman as she had closed her book and then rubbed the outside of her notebook before she had spoken about the chaos star that he had seen countless times before, on every Lykoi that he had met so far, except for this woman here. He wondered why but then she would answer is question within her words. She was looking for an artist to do it for her. Cotl wondered if he was even allowed to tattoo the family crest of the Lykoi clan on a Lykoi without him being part of the family. He was, however, excited that the woman would pick him out of all the artists around to do it. His branch of artistry was important, but very, very rare in these parts, so in a way he was not surprised that the woman would take her chances now since she had an idea and the chance to do so. Cotl left that wicked grin on his face, too excited to even really mind the smile too much.
Danke schön. the man started to speak by thanking the woman for choosing him. It felt good to be chosen for a job. His thin, dingo-like tail had wagged lightly behind him. Ich kann tattoo ist on du-ZOMBIE FUCK- if you have someding of equal value to trade... the man spoke to the woman. Drugs, Alkohol, -NYEH- Art supplies, pelts, leadhervear... to list off a few things that he could use.
Cotl Speaks - Talitha de le Poer - 09-22-2010 [html]
- Cotl - 10-08-2010 [html] http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... oper-1.png);">
OOC: sorry for the wait.
The woman was corrected easily, and she corrected her mind from which he has done and whatnot. Cotl had been glad that the woman was able to easily replicate the tattoo that he had successfully tagged his brother with only a day or so after the man had come to Kanada to be with Cotl. Cotl still didn't understand why the man would want to be with him after all of this time, and Cotl going ahead and abandoning him. Marik also had a life in Germany. Their parents loved Marik, though they did not know about the secret life that Marik lived, he still was able to do what he wanted there, without having to worry about not being able to fuck a chick, or a man, or whatever, while here it was making a whole new life for himself, and here, it seemed that everyone was stuck with relationships, not just out to have a drunk fuck or an orgy or something just to have one. Either way, Rik left everything behind to be with his brother and it was weird to Cotl. Cotl couldn't help but hate to love Marik though. Marik sacrificed things for Cotl all the time, and the least Cotl could to was to be nice to his brother. Anyways, the woman would look like she was weighing her options over what to trade for her tattoo, but she seemed set on it, which, Cotl was more than glad that she was doing.
Soon the woman by the name of Talitha Lykoi had stood to her full height. The man twitched his long tail lightly at the movement, defenses slightly rising, but wanting to trust the woman because she was Inferni. A wicked grin was spread over her lips, his own still sitting there before the woman would take a lock of his black mane in her fingers to play there. She then would speak to the man, tone suggestive enough to know where things would be going. Truth was there wasn't too many that had offered services like the ones she was offering but he'd be more than glad to take such things. Cotl twitched his large 'yote ears and he held the wicked grin on his ebon maw. Vell, Ich do takes -NYEH- odher dhings. Including was du suggests.. the man spoke to the woman, sly grin on his face still. He twitched his neck before he looked back towards his room.
Join mich in mein zimmer?-FICK-
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