Its him, again.

Cotl · 05-16-2011, 04:21 PM

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OOC: I assume it's sometime in the afternoon so cotl would have enough time to do his rounds and be back.

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Nothing in his goddamn traps. He had checked more than half of those sons of a bitches and they had been sprung, but not trampled, which had told him that someone must have been taking his food rather than Euffie going out on her steed and trampling them. The woman had long apologized for doing so, and he had forgiven her almost as quickly as she was willing to help fix the traps. It'd been awhile since there had been someone in Inferni that was polite enough to help out something that they accidentally destroyed. Everyone else probably would have just been like "Fuck you, Cotl" and walked away with their tail over their back and shackles raised or whatever. Cotl would have just bitched at a brick wall, but this woman had been different, to where she just wanted to help, which was a refreshing change for Cotl he guessed. So after a frustrating ride, hassle setting the traps back up, and it being rather unsuccessful in the terms of actually getting food, he headed back to the mansion, and would hope that his stomach would not cave within itself before he was able to catch something again. (Why he did hunt a deer or something was because he was in a bad mood and wouldn't be able to focus without making shitloads of sounds with his mouth) So when Cotl found himself back at his room he had tried to relax and not think about food.

He had gotten his sketchbook and he put it on his bed and flipped through the pages and pages of Luperci in the clan he had drawn, as well as tattoo designs that he made up on his own or that he had copied from books that had cool designs in them. He flipped to a page there there was the shape of a Luperci woman on top of a horse, looking proudly at the artist who would continue to remember what the woman and her steed looked like. It'd keep his mind off food at least. Having to remember the detail of greys, blues, and blacks and silvers was something that took brainpower because she was something that he had never seen before. Her steed as well, with his black and red. He was something that Cotl had never seen before, which was why he decided that he should draw them two. (then again, a lot of the clans-members he had met were in his sketchbook because he liked to remember them in detail, even if they were assholes to him.) It was good practice for his brain and his fingers as well. He was working on the woman's long hair when he had heard something coming down the hallway. A large rust ear would turn towards the door but his bi-colored eyes stayed on his paper, his pencil still worked at the sketch that was well on it's way to be finished within the same day. If only he had peace and quiet as he worked..

knock,knock,knock the sounds echoed off of his door moments later, confusing him and making the male jump in surprise. NYEH the sound came from his throat before he had stood up and a voice rang from behind his door. She called his name, and he moved toward the door and opened it when he got to it. He looked out to see Euphoria and then food. He cocked his head to her and perked a brow, a frown on his face though, the classic look of Cotl Van Ulrich. Uhm, Hallo. Vas brings du here? the man asked,his shoulder twitching back. He was not expecting her to show up here with food, or gifts. She was pretty decked out at the moment though. He could only wonder what was on the little femme's mind.

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