Its him, again.

Euphoria · 05-16-2011, 03:23 PM

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OOC: c:

After trampling all over his traps the other day, the woman was on her way to see Cotl once more with intentions of repaying the loss she believed he had suffered on his traps. She had generously removed the left hind whole from the hip socket of the stag carcass she had slaughtered the other day and cleaned the decapitated skull with his magnificent antlers un-blemished and intact for the man as a gift. With the cracked and stained cloven hoof in both hands and the skull tied around her waist by some twine she tugged the heavy joint into the mansion, her feet producing a scampering tune along the floorboards as she pulled it towards the stairs. They looked steep, and she wasn’t exactly the best of weight pullers with her small frame. Undefeated a moan-like sigh escaped her pursed lips and the line across her brow hardened into a firm line as she hoyed the meat up the stairs one step at a time.

Reaching the top of the hefty flight of stairs after what had seemed forever the coyote paused for a moment and glanced down the hallway where he apparently lived. Would it be worth it? Or would he simply just grunt and take it, almost expecting of her gifts? He never showed any emotion towards anything. A concerned frown spread across her face, humfpt. She wouldn’t eat it anyways, and besides she’d rather him have it than the scavenging rats and mice that where so occasionally sighted around these parts. Half reluctantly she hauled her giftings down the hallway and quickly knocked on the door with the crazy shit all over it – it just had to be his room. ”Cotl?” she directed towards the door in a serene little girly voice needing of his attention, if he wasn’t in she would just leave.

Cotl · 05-16-2011, 04:21 PM

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OOC: I assume it's sometime in the afternoon so cotl would have enough time to do his rounds and be back.

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Nothing in his goddamn traps. He had checked more than half of those sons of a bitches and they had been sprung, but not trampled, which had told him that someone must have been taking his food rather than Euffie going out on her steed and trampling them. The woman had long apologized for doing so, and he had forgiven her almost as quickly as she was willing to help fix the traps. It'd been awhile since there had been someone in Inferni that was polite enough to help out something that they accidentally destroyed. Everyone else probably would have just been like "Fuck you, Cotl" and walked away with their tail over their back and shackles raised or whatever. Cotl would have just bitched at a brick wall, but this woman had been different, to where she just wanted to help, which was a refreshing change for Cotl he guessed. So after a frustrating ride, hassle setting the traps back up, and it being rather unsuccessful in the terms of actually getting food, he headed back to the mansion, and would hope that his stomach would not cave within itself before he was able to catch something again. (Why he did hunt a deer or something was because he was in a bad mood and wouldn't be able to focus without making shitloads of sounds with his mouth) So when Cotl found himself back at his room he had tried to relax and not think about food.

He had gotten his sketchbook and he put it on his bed and flipped through the pages and pages of Luperci in the clan he had drawn, as well as tattoo designs that he made up on his own or that he had copied from books that had cool designs in them. He flipped to a page there there was the shape of a Luperci woman on top of a horse, looking proudly at the artist who would continue to remember what the woman and her steed looked like. It'd keep his mind off food at least. Having to remember the detail of greys, blues, and blacks and silvers was something that took brainpower because she was something that he had never seen before. Her steed as well, with his black and red. He was something that Cotl had never seen before, which was why he decided that he should draw them two. (then again, a lot of the clans-members he had met were in his sketchbook because he liked to remember them in detail, even if they were assholes to him.) It was good practice for his brain and his fingers as well. He was working on the woman's long hair when he had heard something coming down the hallway. A large rust ear would turn towards the door but his bi-colored eyes stayed on his paper, his pencil still worked at the sketch that was well on it's way to be finished within the same day. If only he had peace and quiet as he worked..

knock,knock,knock the sounds echoed off of his door moments later, confusing him and making the male jump in surprise. NYEH the sound came from his throat before he had stood up and a voice rang from behind his door. She called his name, and he moved toward the door and opened it when he got to it. He looked out to see Euphoria and then food. He cocked his head to her and perked a brow, a frown on his face though, the classic look of Cotl Van Ulrich. Uhm, Hallo. Vas brings du here? the man asked,his shoulder twitching back. He was not expecting her to show up here with food, or gifts. She was pretty decked out at the moment though. He could only wonder what was on the little femme's mind.

Euphoria · 05-16-2011, 05:59 PM

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OOC: aw! tehehe +4

Angelic blue eyes flickered a faint glimpse hope as she heard his NYEH flurry behind the door, before turning back to a stone iced blue once more. And then he appeared from behind the door, that same expression he always wore smut upon his face, although to her he seemed subtly confused about her visit. It was good to see him again. She grinned; with somewhat of a smug tinge drawing up the sides of her maw, almost producing a wicked smile instead of her intended expression. ”Uhm, Hallo. Vas brings du here?” He asked, to her ears the tone of his voice mimicked similar qualities to that of the beginning of the last conversation in the forest. The woman made him wait for a response and for a invitation in on that matter, as she wedged herself between the man and the doorframe, a mere deer leg separating their bodies as she held it up to his chest, glaring deep into the light almost electric blue of his eyes.

”What, don’t you want me here?” she teased towards him in a turn of reversing the psychology. Supporting the joint with her right hand she faintly brushed free her hand across his cheek, eager to feel the consistency of his copper shaded fur which tingled like satin and sent pulsing vibes along to her shoulder blade. He looked tired. ”For you.” She nodded down to the joint of meat before walking straight into his room empty handed, for if the man was eager enough to have her food he would surely of caught it. She then untied the small knot attaching the beautiful skull around her waist with careful delicate fingers and held it on both of her palms. She had rubbed her very own die around the empty sockets where once glorious auburn-gold orbs fluttered, maybe this way he would remember it was from her.

Turning towards his bed, she gently laid it upon it; eyes scanning his abode. His room was a tip, but something caught her eye. Could it possibly be her on the page of that book that was left open? He was drawing her, why?
She turned to the man, a curiously dull expression through-out her petite features. ”What is that?” She pointed to the book. ”Is that me your drawing?” She questioned again curious that perhaps her eyes where deceiving her with what she saw, as she kept on glancing to the book and pencil on the bed as she spoke.

Cotl · 05-17-2011, 12:11 PM

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OOC: Tongue .

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Cotl noticed that this woman was slightly pushy with her actions, even though he had not physically invited her in, she seemed that she wanted to come in anyways, so she pushed the meat to his chest (which pushed him back) and he grabbed the meat and then she had wiggled her way into his room. She asked him if he did not want her here. Ich never saids das Ich didn't vants du here. Vas just asking vhat brings du here.. and she also explained that the food was for him. He looked down at the meat, and though he had accepted it, he felt slightly weird about the woman providing for him. She also touched his cheek with her delicate hand of hers. Her actions made him slightly confused over all, and there was the urge that he had to resist to touch the woman back. She would move away though, and his hands would be stuck on the slab of meat that was thrusted in his hands. His stomach growled as if almost on cue.

She would place the stag's head on his bed, the bare skull having the same blue dye around it's eyes that the woman herself had. It would be easy to remember that it was she who gave this to him, for he assumed that she was giving the skull of the beast to him as well since she had placed it ever so gently on his bed. He watched her movements rather closely because she was a new person in his room and he was weird about new people being in his room at times. She seemed respectful though, for the only thing she did was lay on his bed after that and glance around the room. He watched her and then realized that it would be weird for her to look at the sketchbook and find fear and herself looking right back at her. Of course, this was exactly what had happened, and she looked over there and then asked him the question that he knew was going to come if she looked at the page. -FUCKINGTITTYSPRINKLES- Ja, ist du. Ich draws most of die clansmen-vomen das Ich meet. Du happened to be die one Ich vas in die middle of drawing.. the man explained to her, nodding his head lightly before he looked at the meat that was in his hand at the moment and he had finally taken the thing to his mouth and he sunk his teeth into it.

The male twitched his ears before he would pull the flesh from the bone of the deer that had been killed and given to him. He would look back to her form on the bed though, and there was something about her just laying there that had invited him. A wicked grin had formed on his lips as he dropped the food to the ground and he moved over towards her. He moved in front of her at first before he had moved to where the bed was under him, and then he pinned his body over hers, his long black hair draped down as he looked down at her, the wicked grin on his face still. Und vhats abouts ist? why does ist matter if Ich draws du.? the man growled, in a different way than aggression, more seductively. His ice-fire eyes looked down at her, clashing with her bright solid blue ones before a ivory colored hand had touched her cheek, much like she had done to him...

Euphoria · 05-17-2011, 04:40 PM

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OOC: <3 I can finally match yo! -> WC: 606 (+5fail)

She knew he had watched her the whole time she had shifted around his domain, for she had felt his gaze on her as she conducted every movement, but she wouldn’t complain about this ‘surveillance’ however – she rather liked it. Ich never saids das Ich didn't vants du here. Vas just asking vhat brings du here.. Where the words that graced her decorative ears as the reply to her opening statement to him, and all the woman could respond with was a gentle ”Hmm” bringing out a slight quiff of emotion in the form of almost invisible blush. When she had rested herself on his bed; since his room lacked anything of a sofa or chair like furnish for her to sit on instead, she surveyed his movements carefully, awaiting for his answer about the drawing she thought to resemble her riding the black horse she oh so adored.

-FUCKINGTITTYSPRINKLES- Ja, ist du. Ich draws most of die clansmen-vomen das Ich meet. Du happened to be die one Ich vas in die middle of drawing.. as the man had explained this reasoning to her, the girl’s brow rose in a suspicious movement up her face, with the long traipses of her ebony hair lacing down it in a partly styled but feral manner. By now she had numbed herself to the man’s randomly erratic twitching and cursing, for she was sure he didn’t mean to and just couldn’t help it – perhaps he was in an accident or something. She smiled warmly as he consumed a mouthful of her gift feeling her debt repaid to him about his busted traps, but the smile weakened as he dropped it for no reason and headed towards her. As the meat thumped on the floor her muscles had tightened slightly, un-expecting of the sudden noise.

At first she thought maybe it wasn’t good enough for him, but the devious expression upon his maw cleared her thoughts as she directly guessed what was on the male’s mind. The woman did not move an inch however, nor did she change her expression as a result of his actions – she just let him pin his body above and dangerously close to hers. Was this intimidation tactics? For she would play that game well if he wished to do so. Cotl’s expression still held that deviously wicked grin as he commuted his words towards her in a rough manner Und vhats abouts ist? why does ist matter if Ich draws du.? he had grumbled seductively to her, and oh boy did she like it. She also craved how his hand had met her cheek in a similar fashion the way she had done to him, and in fact the girl would have told him to do it more if she wasn’t so obsessive over her reputation.

”Oh” she spluttered slightly, her hands craving to pull him a touch closer so she could feel the heat emitted from his muscles. In mimic she raised her hand to his cheek again and caressed the fur which held much colour in contrast to her monochrome shades, holding the gaze he had directed at her with those mesmerizing eyes with the icy ghost blue of her own, feeling some spark. Moving her head up slightly so her maw was almost touching his she recomposed her desired answer, still delicately smoothing down his jaw. ”Just make me look beautiful, will you?” The tone had started in the same sexy edge that he had aimed towards her, but faded down towards a shallow and extremely needy-feminine tone towards the last of her words, as she became lost in the other’s eyes.

Cotl · 05-18-2011, 04:22 PM

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OOC: cotl is such a creeper, I'm sorry >.>'

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The man looked down at the woman he had so easily pinned against his bed. The devilish grin still sat on his maw, the only other face he was effective in making, for his range of facial emotions was rather small. She touched him again, his cheek, her calloused hands touching the soft fur that was his face. He cared not what her hands felt like, for it was good touch, and good touch was just that, good touch. It wasn't bad touch so he had nothing to worry about. He had his guard slightly down because he was in his room, he knew the room better than she. He was comfortable in his room here, and so his guard naturally had declined. It was weird that he was so comfortable with this woman though, for it hadn't been long that they had known each other. His fire-ice eyes watched her as she had pulled her hand to stroke his chin. He still held that grin on his lips, even as she had finally spoken to him. His grin did not fade, even as he had opened his own maw to speak.

Vhy vould Ich distort your beauty? Ugly Lupers stay ugly,-NYETSHITFICK- und pretty ones stay pretty, du lucky that du ist beautifuls.the man complimented to the woman, before his eyes turned from her to the sketchbook that held the basic shape of the woman. Her being here actually made it easier for him because then he could actually verify what she looked like and compare it to what he visualized to see how close he was. The only detail he did not know was the brand that was on her thigh. He knew only part of the shape and that was what he had put there on her upper thigh in the picture but now that he had the real deal right in front of him then he could accurately draw the symbol. His hand that had been on her face had fallen to her neck. She had nothing there, not necklace, collar, anything, just her pretty white fur that almost begged to be bloodied. Oh, he thought about it all right, fangs meeting flesh. It'd been some time since he had tasted canine flesh. The sadist had been cursed because of this, his soul damned to Hell because of the pleasure of him seeing others in pain, and making them in pain, for killing without remorse. He didn't need remorse. It was nothing but a stupid emotion. The man licked his bloodied lips and he pushed his bangs out of his face before his tail started to wag lightly behind him.

Du shoulds get ein piercing. Oder ein Tattoos from mich... the man proposed the idea to the woman, him trying to subtly get her to be in pain, for him to satisfy his sadist urges. The man twitched his neck to the right as he still was over her, face to face to her. He hoped that she would want to get something from him so he could satisfy the urge, because he found that it would be less appropriate for him to just bite her for no reason now.

Euphoria · 05-20-2011, 05:50 PM

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OOC: 'Fragrance of freak' +3

Her pulse was beginning to race, trapped under the compelling will of this man of who she so easily let herself get taken advantage of by. There was just something about him, his presence – be it slightly weird in a way or another that had drawn her in, much like the opposite ends of a magnet. This appeal to her just couldn’t be resisted, although she couldn’t help feeling the fear that this attraction wasn’t just purely the need of her lust. His features had remained in that same devilish tone through-out all of this and that had just intensified his gravitational pull even more on her, the woman was almost pushing herself against the man, coupling her arms around his broadened masculine neck and twirling his hair through her delicate fingers.

His flattering reply had sent her stomach into fits of butterflies; she had never been told she was actually beautiful before and the girl’s face shied ever so slightly to the right with her transfixed ghostly orbed eyes fluttering slightly in blush before returning back to face him so closely again and reconnected that same glare they shared before. She stared at him as he glanced to the drawing of her not to far from her towered body on the bed; she was taken by this man. A feeling brewed within the woman, a sensation she had never encountered it before – it felt most strange. She didn’t want to move away from the male, she wanted to remain in this ‘perfect’ moment with him forever and her stomach gurgled slightly with the thought of him just strolling out of her life like many souls had done beforehand. This man, of whom she barely knew – a mere acquaintance had blossomed into something she couldn’t control so quickly and she felt so immensely weak under his power.

As his hand fell to her neck, the thing that beated inside of her chest bounced off her rib cage franticly almost seeking to escape from its captivity, her orbs following the man’s hand with a curious flare. However she wasn’t keen on the idea of any tattoo or piercing from the man, as she was a firm believer that marks where branded for a reason - the mark of her guardian was on her thigh region purely for the cause that it was the mark of her guardian and was not just scarred there on the terms that it looked pretty. She thought carefully before answering him, aware of his apparent keenness on the matter ”Hmm” she teased slightly ”I’d have to mull that over, baby” she put forward in a sweet and innocence craving tone. ”Cant I just have you instead?” She tempted, lowering a hand which was hooked around his neck to trace along his jaw line once more, coaxing the fire she was playing with.

Cotl · 05-22-2011, 07:36 PM

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OOC: "Duft d'Widerling" the new fragrance by Cotl Ulrich for REAL MEN. Tongue WC: 505

The more he towered over her, the more she fell into his grasp, mentally it seemed. Her arm went around his neck, and her fingers played with his hair. The devilish grin that was on his face was now plastered there, because he had a feeling that he had control. Control in his world was the best thing. The woman played with his long hair that had fallen over his shoulders, and because of their closeness, it tickled her fur on her chest. He looked to the tips of his hair that brushed her breasts, and he let a small chuckle pass his lips. She had then told him that she would have to think over the tattoo, or piercing that he almost desperately wanted to give to her. He didn't let the disappointment show on his face, though if one knew the looks of him, they would pick it up deep within his fire-ice eyes. His maw let out a small growl, as her hand had traveled down to his chin. Du vants mich huh? the man asked, his maw clearing after he had asked her the question he already knew the answer of.

He would look down to her stomach and let his hand wander from her neck to her side, while his other hand held him still above her. He stroked her side, his eyes not on her eyes, but on her body now as he decided where to touch her. He actually was studying the woman in extreme detail, all the way down to the way her body laid on his bed. He took a mental photograph of her hips, chest, thighs, neck, knees, shoulders, calves, collarbone, shins, face, ankles, her ears and then tail. He ended at her eyes again, looking on the dyed fur around her eyes. He wondered her way of getting the dye to stay like that. His free, wandering hand had 'walked' along her toned belly up between her breasts and traced her collar bone on the right side before he ended up at her neck again. Du dhink das ist -NYEH-ein gut idea? the man asked, his maw letting the words that were half in German from his tongue. He chuckled lightly before he drew his maw to her cheek and he let his tongue reach out to touch her face. He gave her a lick before he had completely moved away from her, his body moving onto the bed where the drawing was, and he had picked it up along with the pencil and he looked at her deviously. Now, he was just playing a game. It was called, "you're going to have to work for it".

Du shoulds model for mich since du ist here. the man spoke, the same grin on his face as he looked at her and then looked at his paper. He wasn't really planning on drawing her right now, he was just trying to play his little game with her, to show him that she wanted him bad enough.

Euphoria · 06-09-2011, 12:31 PM

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OOC: finishing threadyy <33 +3

His touch to her was purely electric, and every movement he conducted upon her body had sent the beating in her chest into wild spasms of uncontrolled emotion. The woman even though she was totally under this man’s power at this moment would most protest against such mannerisms in any other scenario apart from this. She didn’t move an inch, quiver or make a sound underneath him throughout all of this – she didn’t even shift her gaze from his peculiar eyes as he touched her body wherever he wished, but the little femme had become uncertain of whether she actually wanted to play in this situation right here, right now. No, she wanted it her way, not now for it just didn’t feel right to her and as he moved away from her she almost scrambled to her feet from the bed – not breathing any sort of response to his words. Moreover, the smile the man had conjured when he suggested the idea of her ‘modelling’ had given her the insight that she was easily getting played about with and the man knew exactly where this was headed. No, she wouldn’t model for him for it was false; it was just part of his little game. She had given too much away to him already, and she was just about to try and give a good swing of the bat to try and cover it up, act cool.

Moving to the bed but keeping her feet firmly square on the floor she bent her form over his, almost trying to tease him over. Her maw hovered close to his, and her hand reached to perch on the side of his face once more before she interjected the silence. ”I know your game, boy.” she giggled to him, a cutesy smile accompanying her sweetly innocent tone. Drawing away she headed for the door intent of getting out of the heated situation as soon as possible, but turned and posed in the doorway with a delicate hand resting on her hip. ”Enjoy the meat, until next time – Cotl.” She chuckled, exiting his room and scampering quickly down the hallway once she had gotten far enough away from his domain.

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