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Cotl looked at the small woman, noting her tiny size. He could only start to wonder who it was. Talitha would be quick to follow behind him, and she would be there right at his side only seconds after he had stopped to look at this coydog. She looked too much like Marik for him to simply ignore and he sighed about it lightly. Where the fuck did this one come from? Talitha commented about how she looked like Marik. Cotl said nothing if only because Talitha was stating the obvious and he would have said some snappy shit to her if he had spoken to her. Instead his intense, fire-ice gaze was stuck on the woman as she had changed from lupus to optime in front of them and she had shown her skill to concentrate in front of them and change within a minute or so. When she had erected to her full height, she stood smaller than both Cotl and Tali. Cotl could only wonder who this woman's mother was. She muttered words to herself, and then glanced at him. He held the same frown that his children and he often had on their faces (it seemed that permanent scowls ran in Cotl's genes) still there, his arms still crossed, eyes still focused on the woman. His shoulder would twitch and he cleared his throat as the woman had introduced herself as Giza Ulrich-Reinhilde. Her mother was Rebekka then. Cotl's left ear had folded back and then he cocked his head lightly.
Du brothers ist here und Marik. Izaak ist dead dough. the man simply stated to the woman, telling her that Sascha and Izaak were here as well as Marik, but Izaak had died in the past winter. He was gruff about admitting that he was dead, but showed no other emotion but the anger that seemed to radiate from his body. He also didn't know of the relationship between her and her stupid ass brother, but he had been stupider than a rock, and hopefully she was not the same way. The woman would then speak about wanting to see Marik and to live here in the clan with them. Cotl looked at his lover, knowing that she had been one of the leaders now, and she would be one of the ones to go to if one wanted to join the clan. His cold eyes sat on Talitha for a moment, expecting her to have more to say, because there was always something that she had to say, he knew this oh so well. The whole 'act like a princess' thing she had going on when he was around did not fool him. He knew that she had darker tendencies, plenty of times it had been proven to him.
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