Goldilocks

Cotl · 09-16-2010, 03:32 PM

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OOC here: omg, you made this table <3333; I had to resize it because it was a little bit too big, so I hope you don't mind luffly <3 +5

Cotl flicked his large ears back, and his lip wrinkled, lifted and showed his unfriendly fangs at the boy as he had made a lunge at him, trying to grip him and feel his junk. It was awkward and Cotl was too quick for the man and jumped back. Tail would lash behind him and his ears were flat against his head. Ich sagte 'nein'! the man was quick to tell the boy, a snap of his jaws coming together was accompanied with a snort. Shackles were raised on his saddled spine, and his tail fluffed out. Cotl stood there, his mouth would regain it's blank frown as he looked at the child. He gave his warning and it was time to now recover a calm demeanor now. His broad shoulders were squared, and shackles and ridge still stood on end down the length of the man, but the snarl was quick to remove from his face and replace with a simple frown that he normally wore. The boy would be quick to bounce to another subject. Good, Cotl didn't have to linger on one topic too long. The boy told him that 'Father's lover' was the one who told him where they were. Cotl turned his cold eyes to Marik and his dark form for a moment. He cocked a pierced brow at the man, but said nothing before his eyes would turn back to the orange and gray tinted, dual tailed male.

Izaak would speak on about what Rebekka would have been telling the children, but only small tidbits. Something about him playing with his mother, and how she was also happy that Izaak played with siblings. Also how Sascha looked like Cotl. It wasn't the first time he had been told this, for the Centurion told him right there at the borders of Inferni that Cotl was looking at himself pretty much. Cotl didn't have very much of a choice but to accept the boy as his son, but it was weird that supposedly, Cotl was not the father of Izaak, but Marik was. Cotl didn't understand it, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't curious as so how Rebekka came upon this conclusion that Sascha was Cotl's and Izaak was Marik's. One ear would flip up at the boy's words, and eyes would wander to Marik again, who had been leaning up against the door way, looking at his son and his brother, listening. Cotl also caught the part where the boy had told him that mother liked silence. This only verified what had happened to Sascha and his throat. Cotl looked down at the two tails that sat on the boy's back. Then it struck him. Cotl tilted his head towards the second, limp tail, long dead. It wasn't full sized, only about 3/4 of a tail. The Artist's eyes narrowed on the male child. Zak...ist dat Sasha's tail?-FICK- the man would ask, quickly putting two and two together. Was passiert ist? he asked Izaak, considering that he had it and Sascha obviously didn't. He also hadn't asked Sascha what had happened to his tail yet, neither had Cotl asked about his eye.

Cotl snorted lightly before he looked at his brother again. Die fick du vaiting for? Start cleaning dis shits up. the told his brother, who gave him a rather sour look to his rustic brother and he crossed his hands over his chest. Das nicht very nices auf du, Cotl. Ask nicely dis times. the pierced man spoke to the Artist. The Imaginifer gave a groan before he turned to square his shoulders with his brother. Cotl twitched his neck and he cleared his throat. Bitte, bruder? he asked, as nicely as he could, which pretty much was a groan and a apologetic tone that, if he wasn't known as being this way, could be taken as sarcasm. Marik would then start to pick up all the books that were tossed everywhere and wherever they could have been tossed. Danke -BITCHNUTS- he spoke, his throat clearing yet again as he stood there. vhys mutter dhinks dat Marik ist your vater? he turned back to Izaak and asked the boy this question.

Eat. Drink. Smoke.

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