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You better fear me, for I am Death, Bitch.
Cotl knew close to nothing about this girls bringing up, and even less about her mother whom had bore her and her siblings. He could tell how Rebekka knew who's children was who's though. Giza looked nothing like him, she held no posture like he, no frown, no bitterness seeming to slither from her body. Even Sascha, whom was as sweet as a piece of candy had a frown on his face that would match Cotl's. Izaak had a smile that matched Marik's. Izaak did not look like either Cotl nor Marik, but he had physical and mental cues that had told Cotl that Izaak was not his son, and was of his brother. God were they incestuous. Izaak just couldn't keep his hands off of Cotl, or his mouth apparently as well since Marik had walked in on something naughty that Cotl and Izaak were doing (against Cotl's will basically) for he was just coked up and chilling out to come down from his high when Izaak hd come onto him. Anyways, enough of that, because that's a whole different story. Either way, Cotl still felt slightly disgusted with himself as he thought about this, and he hoped that they would not have a repeat of this with this girl. Cotl twitched his neck. -FUCKSHIT- were the only words to come from his maw as an interjection but no other words escaped his mouth then. The woman whom was standing next to him had taken one of his hands that was crossed over his chest, and he let her take this hand, almost ignoring that she had been so needy that she wanted his hand. It didn't hit him that this was also what she was asking of him the night he and his brother had gotten shitfaced and then Talitha had come in when Marik was passed out.
After she had taken his hand she had spoke to Giza once more, telling her that she would be living under one of her cousins, a kind one and that Inferni was not all kind like she. This was true, and Cotl had been one of those coyotes who could be particularly unpleasant in any real situation. Hell, Cotl had been seen as a merciless bastard at some point, having skinned and beheading his nephew's dead body and then gutting a wolf for looking at his horse as if it was meat for it to eat. He did not play very many games, and he was barely fun, except for maybe in the sheets. Cotl's rust ears pulled back forward when the woman had told him "Leipzig" because he had also been born there, but then she had the nerve to tell him what pack she had come from. Even though this was what he had asked in the first place, he was expecting her to say some other name. His muscles in his arms tensed and his tail was held very still and his shoulders tensed as well. Du shoulds habe set die lands ablaze vhen du left. was the only thing that passes his lips besides a clearing of his throat that occurred afterward.
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