He was out late tonight, sneaking around away from the relations he had back in Inferni. Maschine's hooves could be heard on the soft grasses underneath the horse's feet as the rider and his horse moved along, back towards Inferni territory. He had been out for hours now, avoiding dinner time and bed time and hoping that Marik got his son to sleep as well as Sascha, even though Sascha normally was the first one to bed while Izaak was the one constantly asking questions and bouncing up and down and all around. He wondered almost how Rebekka would be able to deal with them. He shook his head before the hooves were not the only sound that was echoing through the woods. Cotl pulled back on the steed's reigns, the horse neighing and coming to a complete stop as the yelps of a dying wolven hit the air yet again. The male had no choice but to try and figure out who was killing who, because if could have been a pack member, now that inferni was obivously accepting wolves into the ranks now. Cotl was iffy on the idea, though, the war was supposed to be over and all was supposed to be forgiven, there still was an edge to Cotl that was untrusting of a wolf within the clan, even if she had met him, and did cocaine with him, he still was weird and on the fence about it, the . Cotl would jab his heels into his equine's side to get him to go again, in which he would take off through the terrain, the night looming over, only the white skull of the equine as well as the two back legs and rump being seen in a blue of motion over the grasses.
The male would twitch a few times while he was riding towards the killer, not scared of what he was about to get himself into. He wasn't afraid, and that's what his problem was 90% of the time. So he was quick to run into the unknown of this situation, and when he was to come upon the source, it was a woman, killing some male wolven. Cotl was happy to see that it was a fellow coyote, and my, was she beautiful, her sitting there, the moon hitting her fur in a way that was exotic, and the thick air of blood was intoxicating. A devious smile found his maw. Long live die 'yotes. the male spoke as he dismounted his steed and twitched his neck to the right, and his bi colored orbs sat on the woman. -NYEH- dis vould make ein beautiful painting, ja? the male spoke, a cock of his pierced brow being offered as he inched closer, for what reason Cotl himself did not know. He was interested to see who this wolf killer was.
His shackles raised excitedly as he stood there in front of the blood bathed beauty. Mein namen ist Cotl Ulrich. Imaginifer auf Inferni. Vho might you be? the male would ask of the woman.
Cotl Speaks
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