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.
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