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- Cotl - 01-17-2011 [html] OOC: p. china; hippie invasion part: 1(?)
Cotl simply had been off of his rocker as of late, snuggling in Izaak's big fluffy and comfy fur that he had prepared for such use the night he had found his nephew's dead body under all of that snow. Izaak and Cotl were not as close as you might have thought, nor were they as close as you would have hoped, but Cotl was still affected in the slightest because it was his family, and regardless, someone had killed his family. Cotl needed to be prepared, and to him, the more insane he went, the easier it would be for him to kill the one who killed his nephew if they decided to come back for seconds. Cotl knew that he wasn't gonna be second. In fact, he was so sure that he wasn't going to be seconds that he hadn't slept straight for days now. The longest he had gone without sleeping in this cycle was five days. After that fifth day, he would pass out, and constantly would be muttering to himself about absolutely nothing. It wasn't a pretty sight, seeing him like this. His eyes always looked tired, though insane, hair was messed up most of the time, ruffled like a mad man's. Cotl stopped caring about himself for awhile, and he had been sitting up in his room, drunk and stoned most of the time. He even forgot to take care of Maschine a few times. Maschine was lucky that Sascha and Marik knew how to take care of the livestock that Cotl had refused to care for while he was taking it harder than both Sascha and Marik. Cotl didn't let the pain show on his face, only the paranoia that he was next. He wouldn't be surprised if he was next. Marik and Sascha saw less and less of Cotl these days, simply because he was never out of his room or he was sneaking around, only to be heard, but never seen.
Cotl stepped out of the Mansion for a fresh breath of the cold winter air. The moment he stepped out, it had seemed that Maschine had heard him, or sensed him because the steed would trot up to his master and give the canine a greeting by nudging the male's broad chest and nibbling at his chest hairs a little bit. Cotl barely reacted, simply petting the horse on the head briefly before he had stepped away from the steed and looked towards where his traps would be. He was hungry, so he was going to go find himself some food before he would more than likely just lock himself back into his room, perhaps he would skin whatever food he found or something, like he needed anymore pelts anyways. Izaak's beaautiful gray, orange, and cream pelt sat on the man's shoulders, tied together at the neck to make it like a cloak. Izaak was pretty warm, if Cotl had to say so himself. Cotl had been using the pelt since the day he had gotten it fixed up to where it was wearable. Marik had been jealous that it had not been his pelt on his brother's shoulder, but from when Cotl did argue about it, he had brought up the great point of the fact that if Cotl wore Marik's pelt, Marik would be dead. Rik was quick to shut the hell up when Cotl had brought this up. Then he locked Marik out of the bedroom.
Cotl took to his fours this day, even in his optime form, simply because he could, and Maschine had followed the being close, simply for the fact that Maschine was wondering where Cotl was going without him. Cotl found a few of his traps, sprang but nothing was in them. He sighed lightly and would reconstruct his traps and then move on to the next one. His stomach grumbled angrily at him as he had continued on, finding no food in any of his traps so far. He checked five of them before he had found anything, and the one thing he had found was a fuckin mole. Great. He squeezed the frozen beast until bones were crushed between his fingers. NYEH he growled through clenched teeth before he threw the shrew to the ground angrily and he snarled at it. He was pissed off for no reason other than that he didn't find a bigger meal.
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3+←Word Count :: please don't hate me ;; <3
The air was fresh and cool, not yet bitter enough to send China indoors. She was a fickle creature, one who despised being caged within the walls of a man-made structure, but who found intense pleasure in exploring such places. She had been drawn to the Manor for a while now, and after a brief exploration in which she had met a much dilapidated fellow by the name of Cassius, had sated her urge to search the chambers therein any further.
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3+←Word Count :: ilu <3
It took a long while for the man to turn towards her. In that time, the giant black creature had fixated its attention on the silvery girl, and though she was not afraid of it she didn't like the way it kept sniffing and snuffling in her direction. Just to be safe, she gave the peculiar critter a wide birth.
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3+←Word Count :: i can't stop looking at his kiritar.
The short man sure did seem a serious sort.
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Cotl kept his distance for good reason. She might have been Lykoi, yeah, and on top of that she was a clan member, but Cotl had been distancing himself from others lately because he didn't want to be hurt. He didn't want stupid emotions to happen and for him to care about anyone aside from the ones the Imaginifer had already sworn loyalty to. Bi-colored eyes were on the hippie female, sharp and cold as they always were to newcomers, and to his friends and family. He was a cold man, only few found their way in his mind as a friend, or someone he would protect in a time of need. He did have loyalty to the clan, but not all of the members were going to be under the protection of such a man who did not care about anyone but himself and a few other poor souls. The woman repeated the word Maschine and the word horse, as if they both were foreign to her ears. Cotl had only met a few people who did not know what a horse was, and he still didn't understand how they did not know of the creatures when there were horses practically everywhere he had been. Sure, they all came in different shapes and sizes, but they all were horses none the less.
The woman seemed so interested in the steed though, and she asked Cotl if she could touch Maschine. Cotl looked at his steed, his own ivory hand still resting on the equine's strong shoulder. Maschine gave a snort that Cotl did not understand, and Cotl hesitantly looked back at the woman. Should he let her touch Maschine? It would have been a nice gesture to let her do so, and Cotl wasn't in a nice mood. Frown still held his face tightly. Cotl gave a snort himself before his hand withdrew from the equine's side and he folded his arms over his chest. -NYEH- fine.the man simply spoke to the woman, almost uncaring if the woman got stomped by the large equine. If she knew anything, she'd be as careful as she could around the stallion. Cotl was too uncaring to even warn her though. He was up for seeing some entertainment.
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3+←Word Count :: damn straight!
It seemed the handsome, albeit obviously grumpy, orange male was determined to keep that scowl on his features. China wanted to tell him that if the wind changed, he might get stuck like that forever - But she decided on a second thought that he might not really mind that. Unless she had stumbled on Cotl in a particularly sour mood, it seemed that the coyote had only one template expression, and it certainly was not a welcoming one.
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It was not wrong of her to be cautious with hugging him, because he was not the huggy type of guy unless you knew him and he had some romantic involvement with you. He really shouldn't even be the one who craved the attention of another, but since he wasn't really loved when he was little, he had a weird thing about physical touch that made him just want more and more. Not many really realized that Cotl was like this either. They just thought that he was being romantic. Not really. He was just using whoever as a way to cope with what he grew up without. Cotl kept a close eye on the woman as she had turned to Maschine. Maschine nickered softly at the gray pelted woman. The large stallion held his blue eyes on the woman as he had stretched his neck out to reach the woman. He sniffed her before the equine used his lips to play with the woman's fur on her stomach. The gesture was short lived though because the woman would turn her back to the stallion for a moment to pick up a piece of vine. She offered it to Maschine, whom gratefully took the offering from the woman. There was a stumbled greeting that the woman had spoken to the horse, who did understand what she was trying to say, and he returned the words with ones of his own, to the untrained ear, it would probably sound like a bunch of noise coming from the equine's mouth. His response was a short and clear "thanks" and "It's nice to meet you". Cotl watched this display, and he had seen it happen once before with Maschine and Ember. He figured since the woman had not seen a horse before, she'd have a hard time talking to it, but apparently Maschine had responded in his own way, so maybe Maschine understood the woman. You can low speak, I assume... the man commented to the woman, his ear twitching before he would clear his throat. Cotl himself knew nothing about low speech and it was a miracle that Cotl and Maschine even got along because of this fact. Cotl also had little to no interest about learning simply because he didn't want to be able to understand the universal language that his prey would be speaking when he was hunting the shit out of it. NYEH the man's maw let fall into the air before his eyes would turn to Maschine for a moment. His hand found the steed's long mane and he pet the steed for a moment before looking back at the woman. How come you don't have the chaos star? he asked, noticing that he did not see it on her. Was she too young to get it or something? He wondered how it worked with the Chaos star and the Lykois. He had done the favor of tattooing it on Talitha, but he'd failed at asking why she didn't have it beforehand since Kaena, too was a tattoo artist and she obviously had much more time to prefect her Chaos Star. Cotl simply was one who was able to copy her design for her grandchildren. .cotl-t51 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .cotl-t51 p {padding:5px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .cotl-t51 b {color:#0A0D1B; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .cotl-t51 {background-color:#252C47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2hSYP.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #C0C9F1; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#171C31; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; } .cotl-t51-border {width:504px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .cotl-t51 .inner {margin:200px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/50pct_white.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: dotted; border-color:#F1F4FF;} .cotl-t51 .wordcount {color:#181913; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #F1F4FF; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 03-28-2011 [html]
3+←Word Count :: shhh, i love my j <3
The stallion did not seem surprised by her stumbling attempts to speak his language, and from this China could only assume that the handsome ebony beast who dwarfed his small orange companion had met a low-speaking luperci before. She was delighted that he had understood her, and smiled broadly to the horse's gentle reply. She would have tried to speak with the stallion further, something that would not have been too successful considering her limitations with the language, but was interrupted by the black-haired man. To his comment, she nodded her head sharply, causing her elegant charcoal bob-cut of hair to dance about lightly blushed features. "Oh, well, yes. I suppose I can, a bit. I'm not too good at it, to be honest with you, hon - I learned from my sisters, and they're real good like." Pretty blue eyes moved from the male to the horse, then back again.
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