[M] So Cold

Cotl · 01-27-2011, 10:02 AM

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The woman answered him with an unclear answer, though she thought there were four, there could have been more or less, but she did not want to look at them apparently. Death didn't normally effect Cotl on the level to where you could immediately tell the sorrow, or anger on his face right away. You would be able to see it at the most vulnerable of times for the Imaginifer, when he was blasted out of his mind and alone to think about all the things he could before he either 1.) Pass the fuck out or 2.) someone decided to interrupt his party time with their presence. Talitha would be preventing the man from sitting there and thinking about how she had miscarried his pups, or how Izaak had been mercilessly assassinated by some wolf that Cotl didn't even know. This was good for Cotl, because she was a distraction from all of that. This is what Cotl needed these day to keep what little sanity he had left. Cotl watched the woman though, his bi-colored eyes never leaving her simply because he wanted to make sure he heard the woman, and was paying as close attention as he could with the circumstances of him being high and drunk as shit at the moment. The man had forgotten about asking who her father might be, so he obviously did not pick that conversation back up. Her ruby eyes came back to look at him but not match his gaze. He did enjoy the fact that she had turned her gaze to him though and he rolled on his back, leaving one hand on his stomach, covering his belly button and skull that sat there. His other tattoo, the one on the inside of his leg had now been visible, the one he had done himself. Then there was the other one Kaena did, the szeglia that hugged his shoulder. This was always visible. The metalhead had twitched his shoulder as he had pulled his right arm behind his head, and he rested his head on his ivory hand.

Cotl had to wonder how he would have done it if Talitha did have his children. Would the other Infernians find him even more disgusting because he would have a strange relationship with his children's mother when they were born. The two probably would never be mates, neither seemed like they would be stuck in such a predicament, even if Cotl could see himself in a steady relationship with someone, he didn't think that Talitha was the one. He knew that she was just her, and she was his friend and they used each other for what they wanted. The two didn't seem to care about using each other, in fact, it seemed more like they liked to use each other. Now if that wasn't fucked up, then I don't know what is. The two never let each other know that they were really just using each other, but they were, subconsciously perhaps. Cotl hadn't noticed that he was doing what he was doing, this was for sure. He just did was came naturally to him. She knelt onto the bed, where the man just watched her snake her way over him, her beautiful body over his before she had let her light body lay on top of him. She had to be around 30 pounds lighter than he was, which made him wonder how the hell she was so goddamn skinny. Did she not eat enough? She was skinny, so she more than likely did exercise and whatnot to keep herself that way. If she was that skinny back then, then there was no wonder that the puppies did not make it. She would have starved them if she was this skinny. Cotl twitched and let out a NYEH as the woman would sit there on top of him, letting her hands play with his dark locks.

Cotl then noticed the woman's own, long, curly hair. It was mahogany, a color that was not too common in her fur pattern, which had made Cotl wonder which one of her parents had that color hair for her to have it. His own mother was the one who had his long, straight, coal hair. Cotl barely took anything but his size and build from his father. He looked more like his mother though as far as pelt went. This was what parent that Cotl took his appearance from. He did have a few key differences between himself and his mother, such as the fact that Cotl had black on his muzzle and all four of his paws were white. His mother had been mostly that rust color with only the saddle of black on her spine like Cotl did. Cotl was also taller than his smaller mother. Sometimes he had to wonder how mom was able to carry him and his siblings since she was so goddamn small and dad was a good size for a coyote. Then Cotl had been stuck back into the real world, his hand taking to the woman's own hair. Ist nices fur-SHITFUCK- du to be backs, Tali. the man had spoken to the woman, letting his hand move from her hair to play with the fur on her neck a little bit.

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