[M] Happy Birthday Cotl!

Izaak · 10-28-2010, 02:28 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; Yay Cotl's b-day!; 666 words

The child had slept peacefully. He took after his father in the fact that he could sleep through absolutely anything. That had been figured out when he had first gotten here. It had taken both of the brothers shaking him in order to wake him. That is why it was left to Izaak to wake himself up. He had slept in this time. It was afternoon by the time that he finally roused. He yawned and stretched, shifting around beneath the blanket on the bed. But it was as he was blinking open his eyes that he noticed the mark on the inside of his wrist. One arm had been resting under his head so that he could lay on it while the other rested on the pillow, just in front of his face. Slowly he sat up, fingers touched where he was missing fur so that a black mark could be seen. A hiss passed through his lips as he touched the slight swelling. What the.... had happened? Where had his fur gone? Why was there this odd mark on him? Where had it come from?

The boy had sat still for a good few minutes, just staring at his arm. Something in his mind snapped. When he finally moved again it was with a snarl on his lips. Where was that fucking bastard Cotl at!? He had to be the one that had done this to him! What the hell did he think he was doing!? Stupid fucking little midget! He would pay for this! What right did he think that he had to do this!? Stupid little cunt! The thoughts raged around in his mind. How was it that when Izaak was suffering one of his violent black outs that his mind and intelligence were sharpened? It made him seem like an entirely different person. The one time that he was thinking with clarity and reason was when he wanted to make someone, make Cotl, pay for marking him up without his consent.

Head slowly turned so that he could look around the room to see if his uncle was there. He noted that his father was out doing whatever it was that he was doing when he left the room. There was the faint pondering of if he had something to do with this as well. Oh well he would take care of him later. "Was. Ist. Dieser!?" The words were spoken slowly, one by one, as they were growled out just as soon as he had spotted Cotl. Anyone would be able to tell that there was something wrong with Izaak. Usually the child would have been bouncing on bed as soon as he had woken up but not this time. He was sitting still and staring at his uncle as he held up his wrist that he was questioning about. Just looking into his hardened eyes there was no doubt about the sort of thoughts running through his mind. If his uncle could freely touch him then that meant he could freely touch his uncle. His uncle had taken what he wanted from him and now that he was awake it would be time to return the favor. And he knew just what it was that he wanted to touch. What it was that he wanted to take. Just what he had been denied the first day here.

Just that thought had a devious smile curling at the corners of his mouth. His uncle could say nein all he wanted to and it simply wouldn't matter. The man had drawn on Izaak without Izaak's expressed permission so why should he wait until Cotl's permission had been given to get what it was that he wanted? Exactly right, he didn't need to. Cotl didn't ask so he doesn't have to ask either. The malicious thoughts continued to filter through his head as he waited for an answer. He had made up his mind as to how the act would be repaid.

Cotl · 10-29-2010, 11:49 PM

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OOC here: dirty, dirty cotl. and Izaak is a demon child. +5

Today had been his birthday all day, and he had been up since the beginning of the fucking day, him already having broken open the whiskey bottles early in the morning, and him already breaking out his stash of kokain that he still had from when he had tattooed that wolven woman that now lived in Inferni. Was she even still around? He hadn't remembered if he had smelt her scent around the lands lately so he couldn't say if the woman was still around, much less would he know if the man she had come to stay with was here either since he had never formally met this "Snake" character. All Cotl did know about this "Snake" was that he was a Hydra, and therefore he was a higher rank than the Caelum, but not by too much now, or maybe they were the same now, since the dynamics of the pack were different. Cotl wasn't exactly sure how it worked. Nor did he give a shit at this moment in time. The man would be drunk and high and ready to entertain himself.

What better way to entertain a tattooist than to give him a tattoo gun and some ink? Cotl was quick to decide that he wanted to tattoo something, or rather...Someone, namely the little bastard that had been sleeping on his bed, the one who had been causing the Caelum some stress because of the boy's stupidity. Cotl planned on paying him back for his stupidity by tagging his body, like he would have done to Marik if he had been sleeping in the room as well. He was spared because he was out probably getting fucked or something of the sort. It didn't matter, Izaak looked like he slept hard like his brother did, so Cotl was not worried in the slightest about the boy waking up. Cotl had gone through the procedure to get his needle and ink ready and once he had, he picked a spot on the boy's body (his right wrist) and he had shaved it down and then started to get to work, pressing the ink into the man's flesh to make it stay there. He knew right off the bat what he was making, it simply would be the family sign that Cotl had claimed for the Ulrichs. He made the symbol in a matter of an hour, and when he had finished up, he had gone back to snorting cocaine and drinking his whiskey, and partying by himself pretty much before he had heard rustling in his bed.

When the boy finally woke up, Cotl was asked what it was, a growl coming from the boy's throat, obviously not happy about Cotl's little addition to his body. Cotl giggled openly, drunkly as he looked at the other male with his bi-colored eyes. Ist ein tattoo. -NYEHH- Ist die ones das Sascha, Marik, und Ich habe. Es family traditions, ja. the man spoke to the boy, his words slurred as he had finally plopped down in his comfy leather chair that he had stolen from downstairs and dragged up into his room. vhy's so angries about ist? -FUCKINGDOUCHBAGFACEASS- Ist beautifuls additions, jaaaaaa the man giggled lightly to the other, a wicked grin being pasted on his face as he had looked at the other man. Cotl didn't give a flying fuck how mad the kid was, that was for sure.

Izaak · 11-27-2010, 05:46 PM

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When it was explained to him what it was the boy once again glanced at the tattoo. So what if it was family tradition? He didn't ask for it. After all the only alterations to his body were the scars on his forehead, another thing he hadn't asked for and the one that had created them had suffered for it, and the second tail that he had tied to his own. Unfortunately his brother had suffered just so that he could acquire that one. So it seemed with any addition to his body someone ended up getting hurt for it. They always paid and it didn't seem as if it would turn out any differently this time.

While his mind worked more clearly in this state there was only one emotion that he could feel and that was rage. It was an all consuming and encompassing emotion. Nothing else could be filtered inside. The repetitive thought within his mind at the current moment was that this guy actually had the nerve to touch him and mark on him while he was sleeping. No one ever did this sort of thing without his permission. Fuck family. The midget didn't even act like family. Family was familiar with each other. They touched and showed love freely but this guy didn't. He had always kept himself distanced. Why distance yourself from family? What was the point of it? He knew as much about Cotl's past as Cotl knew of his own. While this didn't usually bother him it did in this state, made him wonder what other secrets were being kept.

"Ich habe nicht für diese fragen." He spoke the words with a glare towards Cotl. What gave him the right to think that he could just mark all over everyone. Stupid little fucktard, it wasn't even his job anymore. He needed to get the fuck out and his damn job. Made one wonder why he even got a promotion. He didn't do a fucking thing but sit on his ass all of the time. He needed to get out and do whatever the hell job he had now. Not sit around and write on others. "Ich habe nicht gesagt, dass Sie dies tun können." The words were spat out with a growl as he made to emphasize the mark on his arm by pointing at it.

Izaak tried rubbing at it and then scratching at it but the symbol refused to be removed. Actually the more he messed with it the more it hurt. What the fuck!? Why wouldn't it come off!? "Es loswerden!" The boy climbed off of the bed and approached the man sitting in the chair. "Ich möchte mir es ab!" When he finally got over to the other he had to kneel down in front of him to be on a similar eye level and held out his arm to his uncle, wanting the tattoo to be taken off. Of course even if it would come off he wouldn't be so easy to forgive, not with the state that he was in. Oh no, this guy had to still pay for even thinking that he could freely touch him. For thinking that he could mess him up. He had been perfect just the way that he was. He didn't need this ugly ass design on him. He was already an Ulrich without this. He had been an Ulrich the entire of his life. This didn't make him anymore of an Ulrich than he had already been before.

"Es ist nicht schön. Es ist hässlich." At least that is what this state of mind said. This state of mind was pleased with nothing but torment and torture, of others most certainly. His only glee came in payback. Came in getting just what he wanted and causing others to pay for going against him. All of this man's berating and scolding... What made him so fucking high and mighty anyways? He was nothing but a fucking midget that talked shit to make himself seem bigger than he was. Could just step on him and squish him like a bug. The imagery had the child snickering to himself.

The kid had made to lay his arms atop the other's legs so that he could have some sort of brace as he leaned in close and sniffed at the man's breath. "Was ist das für ein Geruch?" It smelled like his mother. Stupid bitch! His lips twitched back as the memory flashed into his mind. 'Verbrauchen Sie mir, Izaak.' Is what she had told him and he had done just that. Consumed until there was nothing but skin and bones left. He had given her exactly what she had asked for.

Looking up at this man's face he could imagine him saying the exact same thing. He could see those lips moving and those words being spoken. 'Verbrauchen Sie mir, Izaak.' The man was saying the exact same thing as his mother had. Oh, he would consume him alright. He would take in every last fucking inch of him. And he would start with the prize that his mother had complimented over and over again. His head dropped as he licked his lips and focused on a particular part of Cotl's anatomy. The boy stuck out his tongue and leaned his head forwards to try and lick at him while hands made to rub at the man's thighs. He could see the past playing out all over again. Of course the genders were different. It didn't matter because he had a brother and knew just what to do anyways. And well, he had the same organ himself and knew just how he liked it handled. The boy's hands made to try and squeeze at the man's thighs while he attempted nuzzle his face into the other's lower region, trying to entice him to display himself for further attention. The words continued to play over and over in his head, dictating his actions now.

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