i don't dream of flying

Cotl · 09-07-2011, 03:43 PM

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Out of Character

ooc: Ende. +5(874)

In Character

It hurt him to see her pull that mutt away. Inside, he was a mess, his mind, his heart, his ego, everything was jumbled and out of place because of this woman and her stupidity. All he did know for sure that he was angry. angry at her, and the world for being as cruel as it was. Did he not mate with her when she was in heat? He did, didn't he? The male couldn't even really think straight because of the overwheilming anger that bubbled in his chest. It took everything for him to not do what he was thinking about doing. The malicious man should have taken them now, and crushed their little bodies. He should have done it now, right at this very moment, but something stopped him. He couldn't say what it was. Maybe it was the very small hope that he had that was in the back of his mind that told him that maybe they were his children. He would know soon enough though, for if they did not get any of the Ulrich attitude, the frowns and scowls he had seen in children from other women, then he would know. He would also know from the eyes, for if they were his, there was a chance that there would be split colors in those eyes of the children.

His mind went to his burning back. The tattoo was taking a long time to heal, and it still burned and right now, it burned more because he was angry, he figured. He needed to put some alcohol on it to make it stop, or something like that. He couldn't even think of the right thing to do because he was infuriated. His hand went to his forhead and he rubbed his palm against it. He could feel a headache from the bubbling anger that he had not let out, he had not let it be voiced. He twitched, his neck and his shoulder and then he cleared his throat loudly. She spoke to him, wanting to know what he wanted to hear. She asked him if he wanted to hear her say that she was a whore, that she would spread her legs for any male whom passed. In a sadist way, he almost did want to hear this from the woman, but then she would go on and say these words to him, he just felt more angry. She didn't deny what he had called her, she accepted it. She didn't defend herself, and for some odd reason, he didn't like that. He wasn't happy with it. He didn't accept it. She told him that she liked being with other males. She enjoyed it. It made him spit on his floor. NYEH came from his mouth and he twitched his head to the right again. She then told him to shove his opinions up his ass. His tail fluffed out, and whatever was left of his shackles and back ridge stood up on end. He turned his head towards her, and he beared his teeth through his coal lips. After giving mich hell about sleeping vith oder vomen. he scoffed, and snorted at the woman. Du ist so fucking selfish. he accused of the woman, and he let a sigh pass his lips, more angry than anything else. He felt no sympathy for her, for she brought this bullshit upon herself. There was no reason to feel sorry for her and her stupid self.

She then spoke softly to him about how she chose him because she thought he would accept her regardless of her past mistakes. Dis ist ein PRESENT mistake! Dere's -FUCKINGCUNTNUGGET-nodhing PAST about dis! the male let the words rip through his mouth like acid would come from the fangs of a cobra whom had bitten it's prey. With that, she had spoken about the ones whom he had talked about previously. The ones that were his. His four, dead stupid sons, and daughters. The ones he did not even get to lay his eyes upon before they were discarded into Drifters Bay. After these words were spoken to him, she had slipped from his doorway, leaving Ende and "Death's" master to think about what just happened, to think about if he and she would be able to exist as a couple, or if they should really just forget it and go their separate ways. FICK DICH, TALITHA LYKOI He screamed at her, hoping she heard him as she descended the stairway. He dared to even call her by a name that she had gotten rid of long ago. He did not care. Why should he?

He went ahead and dealt with the emotional pain the only way he knew how to. By combating it with physical pain. He took his peircing needles and he drove them into different parts of his body. One hole for every reason he was angry about. One for Talitha, and one for each of those bastard pups resulting in four new piercings that he would put rings in only seconds after he pushed them through his flesh. He now had two lip rings on the same side, and four eye brow piercings with two on each brow.

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