End of Me.

Cotl · 07-13-2011, 01:36 PM

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Bitte lass uns keine freunde bleiben

OOC: Shit cotl, could you be more of a pussy? +5

Word Count → 611

She always had delayed responses when it came to what he was asking. She always liked to play these stupid little games where she didn't know what he was talking about. It made him angrier. He knew she had not been drinking, he knew that she had not been jeopardizing "their" pups. There was no reason that she did not remember what she had asked him many moons ago. Cotl clenched his hands into fist, and they sat at his sides as he stared a hole in the woman's back. His ears were pinned against his head and he cleared his throat when the woman had spoken of how he needed to be specific if he was going to ask things or she would not answer his questions. His brows furrowed at the woman, his shoulder twitched. He was definitely more twitchy when he was angry, and that's the only feeling besides anxiousness that would pulse through his veins. He was so anxious and angry that he was shaking. His tail was still, but his entire body trembled. His breaths became rigid, and he let out a -NYEH- from his maw before he could even find the words he wanted to say to the woman.

Du knows was Ich ist talkings about! -FUCKINGSHITFACECUNT- Vhy wvould du ask mich something likes das und then nicht bringt ist up laters?! the man growled, his voice raised, even though he really didn't mean to. He knew that she was pregnant and he didn't mean to lose his temper as far as his voice went. He opened his hand that held the ring and then he looked at the woman again with his cold, bi-colored eyes. They were as sharp as a freshly sharpened. FUCK. he snarled to himself, this time, it was not an interjection, he actually meant to say the English curse word. Was die FUCK Talitha? DIE FICK?! he looked at her, and asked her these stupid questions that made little to no sense. He wasn't about to give her time to speak either. No, he was too rushed in his head, too angry that she would not ask him again. So mad that he didn't remember it sooner. The German was just all around angry, and there was little to nothing he could do about it.

How DARE YOU! Was makes du dhink das you could get avay vith das?! the man asked another nonsensical question at the woman -FUCKINGDICKTITTIESMASTERBATIONFUCK- the interjection was longer than normal and the male couldn't even continue his sentence it was going to be because he lost his train of thought. His voice finally went low though after the interjection and he spoke. Vhy vould du ask mich to be mate if du didn't vants mich in die end? the man asked, his words softer than ever spoken before. Had he learned how to whisper?

Cotl went from angry to hurt all in one sitting. The man felt worthless all of a sudden when he realized that she probably didn't mean to ask him, she probably didn't really want to be with him, and this was why she hadn't asked him again. This was why he was still alone. This was why his children were in her belly, and she did not stay around him for protection. It's not like he could protect her, he was so small in every way. For once in his life, Cotl wanted to cry. He had sorrow fall over his face, and body. He fell to his knees and put his hands on his legs and he let his bangs cover his bi-colored orbs that focused on the ground. He held back vomit.

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