OOC: Talitha is going to come in right after this post. +5
That takes my pain away!
Cotl had been walking along the borders, slightly in front of the woman who had been on his case a lot lately. He remembered that she had come to his room and she had brought him inks and she had asked him a really off question. It had taken some time for his sober mind to figure out what the drunk ears of his had heard from the woman. She had not brought up the subject but she had been hanging around a lot more lately as if she wanted something from him besides what he already gave her. He thought about it long and hard, what she had said, and it only came back to him in pieces, he remembered him asking her to ask him again when he was sober, but the question that she had asked was rather fuzzy itself. He knew she remembered, but she had not brought it up and he had been sober for some time now. He could only hope that he remembered it soon.
The two had been walking out to the borders though and doing some maintenance on the borders and other Imaginifer duties. Why Talitha had included herself was beyond him, maybe it was just to spend more time with him since he had accused her of being too busy for him and his face. It was slightly off to him to have her constantly around, and while he tried not to mind it, it obviously didn't work because he was worrying about it in his mind way more than he needed to. The constant attention was something he was not used to, and it slightly showed when he had been just staring at the woman because she was just there. He also felt like he couldn't do all that he wanted to because of her presence. It was slightly uncomfortable. The man would twitch and give a loud NYEH from his maw as he would stop at a pike and look up at the skull that was half falling off. He took a new string from his bag and he had taken down the pike and quickly retied the skull to the spike and then he replaced the pike back in it's hole. A scent would then hit his nose, and his bi-colored eyes would jerk in the direction the smell had come from. A howl would come from the scent's direction which would also make his large rust ears move on his head. He twitched his neck and looked back at Talitha, nodded, and then he took off in the direction of the scent and it's bearer, failing to notice if Talitha was following or not.
When he had come upon the bearer of the scent, the male came to a halt and he pushed his long dark hair from his eyes to actually take a good look at this woman. She looked astonishingly close to Marik's patterns, minus the piercings and tattoos that Cotl had carved into the skin of the male. A frown hugged the man's jaw and his eyes narrowed on the young woman. Who are you?-FICK- the man asked the woman who looked very close to his younger brother.
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