OOC:
He sat upon the back of the beast that was his to own. The Equine seemed to be happy to get out of the packlands (Cotl had been sticking to there just in case he was needed) and to see the sights. Perhaps Cotl would find himself at the borders of Aniwaya again, bothering Ember and her hot ass. Cotl licked his lips at the thought of the woman, but of course, he was still chasing after things that he probably didn't even have a chance with. The metal head had to have his eyes on someone, it was almost a necessity or something for him. If you were to compare him to his brother, you'd say that Cotl was the only one of the two that was able to keep his "pants" on in a normal conversation with a woman without totally putting himself out there like Marik did. Cotl found elegance in the way that his brother wooed people to sleep with him. Cotl was able to do so, but he was more than often rejected because of the whole twitchy bullshit thing that others seemed to think would rub off on them if they fucked or something. Cotl just wasn't as elegant with charming the ladies. (and trust me, it was only women; Cotl found nothing beautiful in a man's body) Believe it or not, but Cotl was actually jealous of his freak of a brother's elegant tongue to speak sweet nothings into the audit of a male, or female for that matter, and then proceed to fuck them in the most kinky way and just go on with his day. Cotl wondered how many kids that Marik really had out there. He knew that he had more than Cotl. It was obvious.
Cotl was whistling as he laid upon the beck of his steed. The stallion had been trotting along, the bouncing of the two bodies not bothering the rust Imaginifer much at all. Cotl yawned lightly, his bag with a few of his supplies in it hitting against the side of the stallion every two steps, the jars clanking inside of the bag in response. Cotl didn't worry though, he knew nothing would fall from it. The morning held a surprise of a drizzle, though Cotl didn't mind. With the amount of rain they were getting lately, he had to learn not to mind the rain. Rather to welcome it. There was nothing more that Cotl hated than a hot ass day to where it was almost a curse to be alive. He'd rather have rain than the constant heat.
It wasn't long before the Equine had stopped suddenly. трахнитесь! he heard the unfamiliar word thrown into the air. Huh? the male asked, audit flicking towards the woman. Vho are you? the male asked, his throat clearing.