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Talitha de le Poer · 01-27-2011, 11:45 AM

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Though she wanted the chance to cry, no tears came, only the hacked apart noise that went ignored, much to her enjoyment. Talitha was not emotional, she didn't enjoy being coddled or comforted in times of her sorrow. Being alone was simply easier, and more comfortable, than having to explain. It was with relief that she remembered Cotl's impaired mind. Drugs had saved her an awkward explanation.
Her large, black-tinted ears twitched as he mumbled, not trying to decipher his words for she knew she would be unable to. Instead, she merely nodded as he commented on the softness of her fur; she never paid so much attention to her own, more concerned with the appearances of others. After all, she knew what she was. There was no need to impress herself.
His fingers scratched gently at her neck, but found nothing. Talitha was too far into the pit of her mind to respond to what might have been a friendly gesture, and attempt to make her laugh, a chance to cheer her up. Ezekiel consumed her, until her friend spoke of a different path, and the cogs wheeled around to function in the same place that Cotl did. While she had been gone, she had changed many things. An ornamental scar, a hole in her ear, washed out clothing. They added to her, but made her a different person as well. His curiosity was specifically placed in the vaguely ornate spiral carved from a bleached bone. Who had given it to her?
"I met a coyote in the Wastes. Myron. He did it. I made the ring, though." A small achievement on her part, to make the bone look just so. Many had splintered off before she was successful. Slowly, she raised a hand to it, twisting it in the small hole to remove it and display it closer to the charcoal muzzle of the German. "He taught me some things."

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Cotl · 01-27-2011, 02:25 PM

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The woman had simply nodded at him telling her that her fur was soft. Her fur was warm, alive, unlike Izaak's pelt had. The only warmth in zak's pelt would be the warmth that it would trap into whoever was wearing it's body. He had been reminded of the other pelt because of him touching her, but he had not touched the other fur, finding himself not wanting to do so. He wanted to keep his hand right where it was, on the back of her neck, playing with the fur that was thickly placed there. Cotl found himself stuck there with his hand. His other hand was still stuck behind his head, as well as her hand playing with his thick, black locks that were curling slightly in her finger because of her twirling actions. When he would ask about the piercing, she had slowly raised her hand and had pulled the ring from her ear and then she showed the ring to him closer. He raised his hand from behind his head to the ring and he looked at it closer for a moment. Bi-colored eyes had looked at the ring, as fucked up as his mind was, and the woman explained where she had gotten the piercing. Some coyote in the wastes when she had left. Made sense, though if she did want a piercing while she was in Inferni, it made more sense for her to just come to him. It didn't matter though, she had already been marked by his tattoo gun, so he was not worried about him not being able to drive a needle through her ear. Maybe later she would let him pierce somewhere else in the future or something. he also told him that she had learned some things from the coyote man. Cotl wondered exactly what she had learned from the other man that she could not learn from Cotl. One of those things might have been the bone carving if she had learned that after she had met Myron, because Cotl did not know how to carve bones to where they were in shapes that he desired.

Vas learns -FICK-from ihr? the man asked, his words rather slurred and half of the sentence in his native language. The more time that had passed with him just laying there, the more he was wanting to jut pass out, but he had the second part of him that wanted to stay awake because this woman was here with him right now. Him sitting up would probably help him to not fall asleep, but the woman had him pinned there, so he would be forced to just lay there under her. His hips twitched, pushing against the woman and her own hips for just a moment before hi body would relax again against the bed.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-27-2011, 02:49 PM

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She allowed her mind to focus on his movement, his breathing and his hand as it combed through the longer fur at the back of her neck. It was often that Talitha forgot the simple things in her life, like tender touches and soft words. She was too busy judging others to partake, too busy being who she was to enjoy, and too busy running from her demons to to think of it. But there, in the bedroom at the end of the western hall, she allowed her thoughts to travel back to simple things. To Cotl, and how he had tried to comfort her just moments before. TO Gabriel, and how disappointed he must have been in his daughter. To Ezekiel, who was gone.
Not all of her simple things were good, but they were at least not harmful to her currently delicate psyche.
The German wondered what she had learned, and it took a moment for her to remember exactly what it was Myron de Norte had taught her. Where things should go, how to clean a fresh wound, how to make makeshift rings for the needle holes. "Just normal things. I've never used what I know, though." She hadn't had anyone to test it on, after all. She certainly wasn't going to do it to herself; perhaps, when Ezekiel came for her, as she hoped he would, he would be her first victim.
Her mind darted about different topics until her living mattress shifted, hips raising against her bony pair in a twitching motion before he settled again. Was he uncomfortable? Without asking, she sat herself up, propping her still-leaning torso up with one arm that remained on the other side of the Imaginifer. A subtle, coy smile crossed her charcoal lips. "Any new news? Perhaps you've found your perfect mate? I was gone for some time, after all; catch me up with what's been happening here." She hoped it wouldn't turn to the missing Izaak Ulrich, but in the pit of her stomach, she knew better.

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Cotl · 01-28-2011, 12:52 AM

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The woman was vague about everything, Cotl was quick to notice this as she had told him that she had learned normal things that she didn't know before when she had been with the coyote. Cotl was curious for specific answers, not just some vague bullshit that she had laid on the table several times now. He was getting slightly impatient with the little bits and pieces he was able to wiggle out of her, but never a whole story. If she was giving him such little information, maybe he should do the same to the woman, let her know as little a possible. Cotl didn't want to be left in the dark about things that could be of importance to him, and his head was boiling over the top with questions that he had for the woman. His tongue was too fucked up at the moment to ask such questions, and if he would try to peak these words to the woman, he'd more than likely just fail miserably because of his thick accented voice and his transitions between German and English. He had less control when he was drunk and high, and since his thoughts were in German most of the time, it was easy for him to drift in and out of the language, or get completely stuck in German, depending on what he was drinking and how much. The man had twitched again, his hips, and then his neck before he had cleared his throat. Dings like was? the man asked, his eyes rolling as he blinked lazily and looked down at the woman.

She had shifted, leaning up on him before she would ask him what was new and if he had found a mate. Cotl let out a cackle, loud and long as she had suggested that he had found a mate. Cotl was mateless, and as far as he knew, he was unattractive, undesirable. Cotl sometimes wondered why the ones who slept with him had done so, because he probably wouldn't fuck himself. To others he was apparently attractive, especially to Rebekka since the woman had called his brother the ugly one of the two when Cotl found Marik's appearance to be rather bearable, and better than his own patterened pelt. Once the man's stoned laugh would die down, a frown would be quick to take his face. Cotl had twitched his tall ear. -NYEH- Nein, no mate fur mich. Mein son came around vith his bruder. Dann bruder went off and got himself killed by some volf. Izaak Ulrich ist now vorm-food. Ich haven't found vho dids ist. the man quickly got to the point, telling her that Izaak had been killed. There had not been much else going on, only really him living his life the way he needed to live it. Every once in awhile, cotl would find himself looking for that wolf that killed his nephew (Cotl never treated Izaak like a son because he wasn't really his son. It was just more like a cover-up.) and wanting to know why, as well as to cut out the wolf's throat and drink it's blood from it's veins. Cotl wanted revenge for the way the person had killed his nephew. Cotl didn't understand why, and almost refeused to believe any stupid excuse someone would try to pull over on him. Cotl would still want to execute whoever did that to Izaak. Cotl would always want to execute such a person.

Oder dann das, nicht much as been happening.-TITTYBANGBITCH- Been just living mein life one days at ein time. the man spoke to the woman, shrugging lightly as he let his ivory hand lift to her chin, where he brushed his hand against her chin and he had smiled wickedly at the woman. Maschine, Blitzen, und Donder are all gut. the man randomly added, as fucked up as his mind was at the moment. He let his hand fall to his belly again, where he rubbed his stomach for a moment as he let his eyes wander back on the woman, and a smile still stuck on his wicked face.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-28-2011, 07:18 AM

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Cotl was too far gone to really warrant her telling him information that he would later forget, but he persisted regardless. Things like what? A weak huff of air escaped her, her mind reading itself to give a winded explanation. "Just stupid things, Cotl. How to pierce ears and give these." These were things similar to the well-healed scar on her chest; she tapped it to clarify. No more, no less.
She changed the subject to him, preferring the subject over herself. It was less uncomfortable. He cackled at her question, clearly amused by something. Her eyebrow quirked, prepared to question what he found so funny, but he soon explained his train of thought. He had no mate, but he had a son and a nephew; she knew that much, having helped Izaak capture a sweet little albino reindeer the September before she left. 'Unky Cotl' had been a phrase used by the younger male. The news of his death caused Talitha's ears to fall flat, and her fingers curled as she heard who the culprit was. A wolf, of course. One of the monsters that sat behind the borders.
"That's disappointing," she whispered. Though she had no familial connection to the dead male, he had seemed sweet enough. It was a shame he had died, but more a shame that a member of Inferni had died. She was glad when he moved onto another subject, his grin returning as he said that he hadn't done much. Just moving from day to day. His hand brushed her chin, bringing a subtle smile to her coal lips, lingering even after his hand return to his stomach. "I suppose it really is a good thing I've returned. You may have gotten far too bored with yourself." Her own laughter filtered into the room once again as she stood, stretching her arms up above her head.

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Cotl · 01-28-2011, 11:40 AM

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It seemed the woman herself was becoming slightly impatient with him, possibly for prodding, asking too many questions, but the man was first: curious as shit, and second: he was fucked up enough to just sit there and prod since he was too fucked up to do much else besides get more fucked up. Lazy bi-colored eyes had looked at the woman as she still sat on top of him, an arm at his side. She told him what he wanted to know, she knew how to pierce now, and also give brandings. Cotl himself found the second skill to be rather interesting because he did not know how to brand someone, only to shave and tattoo someone. He knew also how to burn skin so he could tattoo on it, but never to actually brand someone. Branding ist cools. Sounds usefuls.. the man spoke to the woman, his large ears twitching and then him clearing his throat. He was actually pretty comfortable under the woman, for she was warm, and the rest of the room had been pretty cold, especially the spots where his fur was thinned because of his tattoos, meaning his belly, arm, and leg were prime spots that were easily able to make him shiver because of the cold.

When he had given her the news of Izaak's passing (which seemed much too bluntly placed and almost uncaringly as well) the woman laid her ears flat against her head. That meant either she knew Izaak, or she had felt bad for Cotl because he had lost a family member. Cotl tried not to care so much about Izaak dying, but rather, he thought about how he might be next within the Ulrichs to be executed by a simple stab to the stomach. Cotl had yet to figure out how a simple stab to the stomach could kill the young man. Cotl had suspected foul play in the air long ago, and he was still suspicious about it. Cotl tried not to let the emotional distress show on his face. He held a frown on his lips, one that was commonly found on his lips, but it seemed more intense at that moment in time because of the subject he had been talking about before he was forced to move on to other things because of his mind. He didn't want to linger on Izaak. It wasn't worth it to him. She told him that it was simply disappointing that he had been killed. Stupid arschloch. the man muttered as he lazily turned his head to look at the coy-dog skull that sat on his counter, bare of skin and flesh, just the bones of the man's skull was still there. He let his hands touch the fur pelt that was beneath him. So, fucking stupid. the man muttered again as he had turned his icy-fire gaze back on the shepherd looking woman as his neck twitched again.

When he had touched her, he noticed the small smile that sat there. His wicked grin was back as quick as it disappeared though, and when his hand returned to his cold stomach, the woman had spoken to him and then gotten up from on top of him. He watched her stand and stretch before he had lazily pulled himself up against the wall so he was sitting up, so if he did pass out, he would be sitting up. He'd probably look funny passing out the way he was sitting now just because it was a rape-able position. His bi-colored gaze looked at her, and her face, then her body. Dugoings-NYEH- somvhere? the man asked, slurring the words together, and then he heard himself and how fucked up he was, so he started to chuckle lightly. Ichsofucksup.-FUCKYOURMOTHERAND HERFUCKINGTREE- the man spoke, chuckling still as he gave the woman a devious glare. Duwantsdrinksja? the man asked the woman, offering her again, the liquor that had been sitting on his counter since they had been in the room.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-28-2011, 12:20 PM

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He seemed apathetic to the death of his nephew, insulting the deceased as he touched the pelt of the boy once known as Izaak. She was repulsed by the words, simply for the fact that Izaak had been his family. If it had been anyone else, she would have cared less. If it had been a wolf, she would have joined in on the insults. But Izaak had been Cotl's blood and it was such disrespect to talk that way about him.
She watched with distant crimson eyes as he pulled himself up to sit against the wall while she stretched, resting her arms behind her head when she was finished. He watched her in turn, studying her face before falling to her body. It left her uneasy, purely because she felt ugly in her own skin, but she didn't let on that she was anything but confident. Another glance around the room as he chuckled caused her to realize the skull that sat on the counter; she held back a grimace, turning her attention to Cotl in an attempt to rid herself of the sight.
The German was offering her liquor. One of her black-dipped ears twitched, eyes looking for the booze. She had missed it earlier, her mind filled with other thoughts, but it sat on the counter as well. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt," she mumbled, reaching a tan-furred hand out to grasp the bottle. Straight up, no additives. The way Talitha preferred it. One satisfying swig later, the coymutt woman glanced back toward her friend. "You shouldn't talk about Izaak like you do. Especially not now."
Perhaps she was overstepping boundaries, but she was firm in her belief and custom. Without keeping her eyes on the ginger-hued male, she waited for an answer, keeping her eyes on the bottle.

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Cotl · 01-28-2011, 02:14 PM

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It was true, Cotl did have little respect for the young man that he had skinned, decapitated, and burned the rest of the body of. Cotl insulted and poked at the stupid coy-dog because he was just that, stupid. He had no intellect in him, which had led to his death. If Izaak was anything like Sascha, he wouldn't have gotten himself killed. That reminded him, where was Sascha? Was he okay at the moment? Cotl began to worry slightly, wondering if his son was around, in the room next door like he normally was. There was no way for Cotl to hear the child, simply because Sascha was not able to talk, and the man was rather silent in most things that he did. Cotl barely heard the presence of his son, and when he did, it was more than likely just those raspberries that the child liked to blow because of his bad vocal chords. Cotl did think about how he needed to spend more time with his son, so he didn't end up like Izaak and his worm-food ass self. Cotl couldn't really do anything about the woman standing there, he was stuck to the bed for asking him to get out of the bed at the moment was just asking for disaster. Cotl probably wouldn't be able to even stand without falling over. Gravity seemed so much heavier when you were drunk, this was for sure.

Cotl had offered the woman some drink and she had taken it, saying it couldn't hurt to get a little tipsy. Cotl held a devious grin on his face as he had closed his eyes for a prolonged minute, almost seeming as if he was going to pass out right then and there, but he blinked his eyes back open lazily, looking around and wondering how long it had been since he did close his eyes since he didn't feel like it was only just a moment. He rolled his eyes again, and then he focused back on the woman. His ear twitched yet again and then his tail had done the same. He shook his head like he was trying to get himself to snap out of it, but there was no snapping out of a drunken stupor. She took his drink and drunk from it and after that she had told him that he should not be speaking of the dead man like Cotl did talk about him. Cotl giggled deviously to the woman and her statement, a mixture of how funny he thought she was and him being fucked up. Du ist nicht first ones to tells mich das.-FUCKSHITBITCHTITS- but believes mich, ist nicht bad as ist looks. Dis is how mine family treated die dead. Dere ist nicht -NYEH-disgraces in vearing his pelt, taking his head on adventures. Just showing him die vorld he has nicht seen befores.. the man explained, to the woman. No matter how disgusting it was, that's what his family had done with the pelts of their grandfather and grandmother, as well as whoever else of the Ulrich's that had passed on. It would be an insult for Cotl to simply just burn the body without taking the skull or the pelt. Things were different between the cultures, this was a given fact.

I only calls him stupid because he vas. He shouldn't have done vasever he dids to deserve die ende. the man spoke, shrugging lightly as his throat cleared. Ich do plans on burning das volf alive dough... the man added, wicked grin on his face yet again, once faded because of him explaining about Izaak. Unlike with Kesho though, Cotl did not get as defensive, for Talitha showed him no aggression about the whole ordeal, more likely there was disgust in her eyes rather than anger. If you were going to hate Cotl, then you might as well do it now, because it probably would just get worst from this point on, this was for sure.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-28-2011, 04:07 PM

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Another sip opened her mind to more possibilities of how to handle what she deemed blatant disrespect. The German had all rights to treat his family as he pleased, but she couldn't stand for him disrespecting the deceased. Not when the deceased had done nothing wrong. Still, Cotl gave her excuses to his reasons. Izaak was stupid, he shouldn't have done whatever he did to get killed. She scowled, an ugly expression on the usually placid face of the woman.
"I don't care that you did that to him, took his fur, but don't talk about him like you do." Instead of the calm voice she had bore only moments prior, the woman seemed enraged. A quick jump from one emotion to the next. She put the alcohol back down, turning to face him with arms crossed. A condescending gaze touched her eyes, focused on his ginger fur. She expected better; perhaps she shouldn't have.
"It's disrespectful to the dead, Cotl."
Her fingers clenched to her palms, and while her anger bubbled in her gut, she didn't let it show farther than her face. She understood distaste toward deceased beings. He felt it herself, in Andrezej and others who committed egregious errors in her eyes during the Dahlian wars. But she never disrespected their memories out loud. Though she thought Andrezej was a monster, she never called him ignorant. And while Izaak had been nothing but an acquaintance, she expected the same respect from her German friend.
Without waiting for his response, she turned away, not wanting to look at him or the pelt that was spread across the bed. She wondered in silence why she had come to spend time with him; she knew the reason, but how had it gone so far from the path she had first set? All she had wanted was some physical release from her fears, and instead she had anger. Instead of a simply time of play, she was disgusted in him. She hoped he would redeem himself, but she feared he wouldn't care enough to.

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Cotl · 01-29-2011, 10:55 PM

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The woman didn't care that he had skinned, decapitated Izaak (Kesho thought differently) and she explained that it was just not nice to talk about how stupid Izaak was. Cotl cocked a brow at the woman, his bi-colored eyes were pinned on the woman, narrowed slightly, focused with almost a deadly glare in those eyes. Cotl was quick to draw both of his arms across his chest and he cleared his throat. What right did anyone have to tell him what to think about his own family? The man's wicked grin was quick to turn into a hard frown, and his eyes still stayed right where they were on the woman's face, looking straight in the woman's ruby eyes. A look of disgust passed her face. Cotl held the deepened frown there on his coal maw and did not say anything yet. He wanted to see if she had anything else to say to him while she was at it. She already looked at him like he was trash, she already made her decision about him, it would seem. She turned her back to him even. Cotl snorted. He couldn't get out of the bed, for he would stumble and fall over if he tried, so he just sat there, and looked hard at the woman's back when she was turned away from him. Cotl opened his maw to speak, but the only thing that came out would be a loud NYEH sound, but no actual words. The man pulled his lips back for a moment, showing his teeth to the woman's back, but quickly catching himself and letting his lips become flat and emotionless again. He put the frown back on his face as he continued to sit there, arms crossed across his broad coy-dog chest.

Fine. Ich nicht talks bads.-FICKSHITGNAD- the man simply spoke, his voice actually rougher than usual, as if he too was getting slightly irked. He actually was only because she had gotten slightly angry with him. He was still as he sat there against the wall. He blinked lazily, his eyes getting stuck closed once more, though this time his eyes had been closed for about a minute and a half before he would open them again and look at the woman. Cotl knew that he was going to think bad things about Izaak simply because the man had caused Cotl more trouble than Cotl needed in his life. It was almost a relief he was dead, even though Cotl had been taking it like he hadn't moved on quite yet. Cotl shrugged his shoulders lightly as he let his bi-colored eyes move over to a different spot, his eyes landing on the wall that had some graffiti that he had painted there one day. This wall had said "Sie glauben also, ihr könnt es besser?" in big bold letters. It was obvious that Cotl liked to write in German on his walls because there was more German and very much less English on the walls. Cotl loved his home language, and if he knew anyone who spoke German as fluently as he, then he would have talked more in German than in English. Tali, du knows hows reads, vrites? the man asked, not recalling if the woman had read books or not. He did know that she drew, but drawing and reading and writing were all different things. You could easily draw without needing letters and numbers. It was also just a randomly asked question since there had been a slightly uncomfortable silence between them that even Cotl found himself uncomfortable in. Cotl wasn't going to have that, so he decided it was time for him to talk..

Talitha de le Poer · 01-30-2011, 04:57 PM

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Her fingers trembled as she gripped the counger, tapping her claws against the top surface. She didn't want to look at him, irritation bubbling over in her chest. It was made worse when he didn't speak, simply going through one of his noises. She could feel the red and blue eyes of the German man boring a hole in the back of her chest. One of the alert, black-tipped ears atop her head twitched vacantly. The room had become darker and smaller, claustrophobia settling in the pit of her stomach.

When he finally spoke to her, he simply gave in, surprising the coymutt; she expected more fight in him. His tone made up for the lack of aggression, a sinking feeling consuming her irritation. He was angry. At least in the eyes of the woman. She took a deep breath, wiping at one of her eyes with the back of her tan-furred hand. Her objective changed; she just wanted to get out of the room, away from Cotl. Her crimson eyes darted across the wall, panic setting into her skull.

But the subject was changed with a simple sentence. You know how to read, right? The darkness that creeped into the corners of her sight faded away into nothing and she turned her head, glancing to her friend as he sat on the bed behind her. She wondered if it was okay to tell him the answer, if it would be perceived as a weakness. No, it was Cotl. Cotl was a friend.

"No. I can't read."

Talitha fell silent, stepping away from the counter and returning to the bed, kneeling atop the mattress to get comfortable beside the ginger male. Her journal was proof that she was illiterate, pages filled with seemingly nothing but symbols; true, she was able to decipher the homemade hieroglyphs, but she was certain few others could. A bonus, perhaps, as no one would be able to steal information from it.

Cotl · 01-30-2011, 07:47 PM

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After a silence had passed, glances and glares passed, the woman told him that she could not read. She did not tell him if she was able to write, but since she could not read, then she probably couldn't write. Cotl knew how to do both, simply because he had been taught as a pup to read and write as well as draw. The artist looked at the woman, his bi-colored eyes stuck on her and her movements. She'd move back on the bed with him, getting comfortable next to him. Cotl looked to the wall that had the phrase he was looking at earlier. Ist shames. Habe interests in learning somedays? the man asked the woman, a hiccup coming from his maw after, obviously from his consumption of alcohol. He wondered if the woman ever would want to learn to read, because there were all kinds of things that she could know about what the humans had figured out before they had passed on if she had been able to read like he had been able to. Cotl knew quite a few things about the humans and their maschinen. Cotl figured that the woman then would know little about what the humans were, who they were and what they did. Cotl was curious to know what it was like to not know what the hell they were about. Cotl let a wicked grin fall back on his lips, for what reason he did not know. It was just there. She sat there with him, and he crossed his legs for a moment, his arms still crossed over his broad chest.

-NYEAH- the man let the sound come from his maw, and his neck twitched to the right. He shook his head before he took the bong from the floor and brought it back up on the bed. He put his mouth to the mouthpiece and then he took the lighter from his nightstand and then he had flicked the flame and held it to the herb. The herb turned red and then black and then an ashen gray color as it burned in the fire. Cotl pulled the smoke through each of the chambers before it would enter his lungs. He took the piece out to clear the bong and he did so before holding what he could and putting his head up and back against the wall. He looked at the ceiling for a moment before he coughed out the smoke. It sent him into a coughing fit where he was just straight coughing for a minute or two before he was able to breathe normally and be okay. He shook his head when he was done coughing and he looked at Talitha. Ich okays, -FICKFACE-Ich promises. the man spoke to her and he had put the bong back on the floor and he had laid himself back down on the bed completely. Vill du bes here vhen ich vakes back up? Or ist all of dis just ein dream? the drunk man asked the woman randomly. He was just fucked up right now, so that's where he was at the moment in time. In fucked up land.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-31-2011, 01:20 AM

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"Have interest in learning someday?" It was a good question, one she pondered frequently while doodling in the partially-ruined pages of her journal. Did she want to be able to read? Would it benefit her? It probably would, but she didn't think it was too awfully important. "Not really, no. I function fine without it," she murmured, resting her back against the headboard of the bed to stretch out her legs. Her crimson eyes fell onto him, wondering how he learned to write; his walls were littered with letters, so she knew he could at least do that. Had his parents taught him? Did he even have parents? Though curious, she let it settle in the back of her mind.
He grinned, legs crossing before he took part in narcotic pleasures once again. Talitha gave a subtle shake of her head, turning her eyes to the door in silence. It was growing early, the sun rising over the lands that surrounded them. She should have attempted sleep once more, but didn't regret her lack of it. It had kept the beasts at bay, the Shadows from waltzing into her head. For the most part. And any night without the ghosts from her troubled past were good nights.
Cotl seemed tired to the watchful eyes of the de le Poer, laying himself down atop the mattress they were sitting on. She watched, staying quiet until he asked a question. Would she be there when he woke up? Her eyes turned away, staring to the walls, to the skull and the pelt. "I don't make those promises, Cotl. I might get the urge to leave, but I might not," she whispered, not turning her gaze back to him as she stretched her legs. She was sure she could find business to attend to, somewhere, within Inferni. Perhaps she could even go outside of the borders in search of something. But she knew she would eventually leave the room; whether Cotl was awake or asleep when she did it was irrelevant and, in fairness to her, impossible to determine.

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Cotl · 02-03-2011, 01:59 PM

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look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up for the slaughter

The woman showed no interest in knowing the language of the humans, and he figured that it wouldn't matter to her anyways, what they knew. They had found lots of things out, about the earth and how it worked, as well as the maps of where countries were and also they had found things out about the moon and the sun. Cotl didn't know if the things they spoke of were true, but to him, if they were so advanced to have buildings and a written language, then they were pretty advanced. The man did not bother to try and convince her otherwise. His whole family had learned how to read and write, and his son, Sascha, this was his only way of communication besides blowing raspberries since his mother had been cruel enough to maul the boy and take out his vocal chords. The man wondered if the woman had met his son yet. She had apparently known Izaak, so maybe she had run into the man that looked like him, only taller, younger, definitely more silent than he. Izaak didn't look anything like Cotl, the coydog had stuck to getting the features of his mother, Rebekka and his true father, Marik, while Sascha took on the exact look that Cotl had. All the boy had to do was add the black points that Cotl had, and bam, you had a tall version of Cotl Ulrich. "Sascha can't talks. Only vrites. -FICKNYEH- His mutter did someding to his voice. Ist doesn't vorks anymores." Cotl let the words pass his lips, slightly slurred, more tired than anything. It'd been a few days since he'd been fucked up enough to actually pass out (the other nights he'd get so close, but then he would end up just sitting there staring at the ceiling, drunk and just laying there until the sun rose and he wasn't fucked up anymore.

His eyes rolled back onto the woman, him turning over on his side to look at her completely, and he rested his head on his hand, his elbow being against the bed to hold him up. His large coyote ears(the only thing he bothered to take from his dad besides the size of his body) twitched and he watched her through those bi-colored eyes of his. She had told him that she did not know if she would be there when he woke up, she wouldn't tell him if this, right now was a dream or not. Maybe his words were not clear, but the man decided, if this was a dream, then he would need to make the best of it. Dann, -FUCKTITS- Let's make the best auf die times ve gots now, ja? the man spoke, devilish grin on his face as he had taken his free hand and he took it to her face to turn it towards him, so that she could look at him. She'd been avoiding his gaze for awhile now, and he found it to be quite frustrating, so he had fixed it, just like that.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-03-2011, 03:35 PM

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In Character

She was patient in trying to wait for him to sleep, but he seemed to desire conversation more than rest. It was humorous, at least, though she still felt concern for her friend. She knew from experience that the best cure for a drugged mind was simply rest. But perhaps he wasn't ready to let it slip away.

Their conversation about reading and writing was short lived, Cotl mentioning someone named 'Sascha' whom she hadn't yet met, and his inability to speak. Vague curiosity passed over her features at the circumstances surrounding it. Perhaps it was a sibling of Cotl's. "A shame. I would hate to lose my voice," she reflected, reaching out to brush the German's straight coal hair back over his shoulder. Though he seemed exhausted, he retained the handsome quality she had first noticed in August.

Cotl's blue and red eyes fell back onto her as he propped his head up and turned onto his side. It was hard to look at him dead on, able to focus on his fur over his eyes. She feared what she might see there. But he didn't give her the chance to calm her worries. As he spoke, his free hand took her chin and turned her gaze to him. Talitha could feel her insides clench, a well of emotion pouring out into the crimson red Massacre eyes that she had taken from Faolin Mogotsi. "Then let's make the best of the time we've got now, yeah?" There was a subtle nod on the part of the de le Poer princess, a smile brightening her solemn expression.

"I think you might be too tired, dear, to make the best of it," she murmured, letting her muzzle press against the man's cheek in a display of affection. If anything were to start, she had a feeling it wouldn't get finished, with Cotl falling asleep in the middle. The idea brought a brief laugh from her chest.

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Cotl · 02-03-2011, 08:29 PM

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look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up for the slaughter

He didn't realize that she wouldn't know the one who looked so close to himself. She had not been around long enough to see him when he had shown himself to the world, letting Cotl and Marik know of the boy's existence. Sascha also was a silent boy, never really out there and going to talk to others, not only because he couldn't talk, but because he seemed to be a lot more shy than his father. Cotl was vain and out there, his son was withdrawn, and always hiding behind Cotl like Cotl was going to make all the scary things disappear. Cotl would protect his son if Sascha was ever in danger, but it wasn't like Cotl would be of much help if there had been a wolf attacking his son. He was small, and pretty much a snack for a wolf. It wouldn't stop him from trying to take out an eye, but he still would have a better chance running away or setting the wolf on fire rather than actually fighting hand to hand combat with one. The woman would tell him that she would hate losing her voice. Cotl didn't know if he would miss his voice or not, simply because his voice was a problem to him often times. He could not be silent for too long because of his voice, so if he didn't have a voice, then maybe he would be able to be silent for once in his goddamn life. The man shrugged his shoulders and grunted. "Ich never dhoughts abouts ist. Ich dhink ich kann live -NYEH-vithouts die tics.." the man spoke to her, nodding his head ever so slightly. This as when he thought about headbanging, and then how awesome he would look doing it, but then he thought of the headache that was sure to come on after it. Cotl also thought about how fucking lazy he was at the moment. He decided against it, but figured he'd think about it later, when he woke up, and he could show Talitha how long and sexy his coal hair was. Yeah, that's what he'd do.

When he'd suggest that they make the time that they had together for the best, the woman had retaliated with how she thought he was too tired to do anything. It was sadly true, for he had been up for days and now he was finally, finally able to be tired, to sleep. Of course it had to be when his fling had come back in town. Of course. A frown had found his face, and he had continued to look at her, she kissed his cheek, and he almost fell over, but he leaned forward a little bit to get his balance back. She laughed, and he shook his head lightly. "Dann at leasts snuggles vith mich. -BULLSHITEATINGCUNTNUGGETS- Ich passes out und let du goes eventuallys." the man spoke to her, his free hand going to twirl his finger in one of her auburn curls. "Bitte?" the man asked as sweetly as he could, even if it sounded like it was half-hearted or cold as ice.

"Sprechen"
ooc:We can probably end this within the next few posts since cotl is falling asleep; +5

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-03-2011, 10:37 PM

[html]3+ Yeah, she's out like a light. You can post back or have it archived if you want. <3

"I think they make you special," she offered in response to his mention of the tics. They were sporadic, and they were unnerving sometimes, but it gave the German a flair that no other coyote within Inferni had. Her fingers gently brushed his cheek to punctuate the sentence, a gesture to show she was fond of him, small as it was. He was clearly tired, though she was still awake.
As she gave his cheek a gentle nuzzle, he leaned forward to compensate for a lack of balance. It was humorous, but she kept another laugh tucked inside; better not to appear too amused. His request surprised her: "At least snuggle with me." Lingering closeness wasn't something she was familiar with, and she balked at the possibility of it. Still, she gave a nod and shifted on the mattress, pushing herself closer to him and allowing her arms to fall over his waist. He was, height wise, smaller than she and it made for an awkward position, but Talitha was able to get comfortable with ease.
It was less strange than she had first expected, and once used to the situation, she pushed her face against his chest. Her ears twitched, listening to his hear beat as she waited for him to drift off to sleep. While she fought against it, she found her own eyes closing, her ability to keep them open fading with each new second. Cotl was a passing fling, but a fling that made her feel safe just like her father did. It offered a blanket of comfort to the worn mind of the de le Poer princess.
It wasn't long before she let her eyes close completely, mind clearing of thoughts as her body loosened. The steady rise and fall of her chest indicated the moment she fell into slumber, fingers curling gently against Cotl's back while her tail curled around her thighs.

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