It had taken this long for him to remember. This long, and not only was he mad about it, he was mad that the woman had not brought it up since then. On top of that, they had children on the way! Cotl's oversized ears had fallen back on his coal head of hair. He grumbled, and twitched and cursed as he walked along, heading straight for the Grimwell caverns. The stupid bastard had the stupid question dawn upon him in a dream none the less, and he was sure that this was what he was asked that night that he could not remember all the details of. It was the same night that they conceived their pups though. It was an important question and the stupid whore couldn't bother to come to him again and ask him. He was stupid for forgetting in the first place, but she was stupid for not asking him when he was sober.
It was amazing that in his rage, he could dare to find something within his collection of things to gift the woman with. She wanted a mate. She wanted him as her mate. That's what the stupid question was, and because of this the male found it an obligation to do it himself now. He looked through his jewelry, and he found a ring that would fit around Talitha's finger until he went out and found something more suitable for the woman to wear to tie him and her together. He almost couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was about to do this. He was really about to go do this.. He ACTUALLY WAS DOING THIS. Cotl found himself to be a mess in his mind, and he still was angry above it all. He knew he was angry, but he knew that this all was going to be a big fight and then maybe an emotional night. He hated the thought of it. His mind tried to push it away, but it would come back all in a tornado of relevant thoughts. He snarled to himself as he continued on his way to the caves, Maschine wandering behind him some of the way and then figuring it must have been best for him to stay out of it.
So since the pace he had been going was quicker, he'd gotten to where he was going quicker than normal. He's navigated around to where the male knew the woman had been staying at. He poked his head in her den, and then he walked in. They were beyond formalities by now, and Cotl had waltz in like he owned the place pretty much. Vhy nicht asks mich, Talitha? he growled to her, his throat clearing and his neck twitching.
Her good moods were fading as her condition came to a close, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by the autumn-furred princess. It didn't really matter, of course — others had received two easy months under the usually cruel eyes of the Aquila's sister and she was ready for things to return to normal, though even once it was over, she was certain things wouldn't be the same. She'd allowed the world to think what they would of her growing belly, giving no hints to others about the bloodlines that coursed through the unborn pups, but what would happen when the Kingdom saw her secrets? Would they notice that she hadn't been truthful? She hadn't lied, no, but she certainly hadn't been truthful. She hadn't opened her mouth to tell anyone about the real, possible fathers of her pups. She hadn't even really admitted them to herself.
As the sun went down, she found herself holed up in the bone-littered den within Grimwell Caverns, paint-stained hands working diligently on the haunting blue eyes of a stoney mural — the same haunting blue eyes that were dead in the ground just outside her home. The stone was a poor surface for the age-worn house paints she worked with, but she had managed to create a likeness on the rock that could rival reality. Or her reality, at least.
She didn't look up as Cotl came in, she did't feel that she needed to. Crimson eyes remained fixed on aquatic, stoney orbs that gazed back at her without empathy. Did he hate her now, now that he was gone and he saw what she was? Bait. Dangerous. A princess protected by a hateful, perhaps jealous, golden Knight in shining armour. It was Cotl's voice that destroyed her internal questions. Why not ask me, Talitha? She paused, glancing briefly over her shoulder. A frown coloured her features. "You're talking nonsense, Cotl; be direct or I won't answer your questions."
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.
She was internally startled by Cotl's sudden outburst — though she was used to his spontaneous exclamations, none had ever been directed at her. She knew what he was talking about, he claimed, she knew and why would she ask him if she was simply going to leave it there later? It only took a few words for the de le Poer princess to realize just what the German spoke of. Since the evening she had requested a mate of him, she had simply forgotten about it; he had rejected her, at least in her crimson literature eyes. She rolled her eyes in their sockets and turned to face the painting of her blue-eyed lover while he continued. All of his questions went unanswered, though the speed at which he spoke them wouldn't have allowed her to answer even if she'd wanted to. It was all nonsense, drug induced nonsense, as far as she was concerned. He hadn't wanted to say yes. He had been too drunk to give an excuse, that's why he asked her to ask again later. What did he think she was? Desperate? Foolish? Stupid? Oh, she might have been those things, but damn if she would let others realize it.
It was the last question from him that brought a response from the Imaginifer — why did she ask if she didn't want him? She turned slowly on her toes, almost appalled at the display of emotion that had flooded forth. A frown set into her features. Why did she ask? "You were the one who rejected me, Cotl, it wasn't the other way around; if you can't think of an excuse to say no, just. Say. No. I'm not a toy, I'm not a child. You can't just pull me around and pretend that I'm wrong when you're the one who wouldn't agree to it." Her fingers clenched against her palms, body leaning back against the still-drying stone-shaded paint on the wall of the den behind her. He looked pathetic as he tried to maintain a sense of...well, him, and she felt no sympathy.
The funny thing about this all was that he did not know how he had reacted to her. All he knew was that he remembered that stupid question that she had asked him. He'd acted impulsively, and emotionally none the less to such a touchy subject on this side, and when she had spoken the cold words back to him, his rust ears would move forward and then back. Ich saids stupid dhings vhen Ich drunk. truth was, he was looking out for his sober self. He didn't remember what he was thinking, but what he was trying to do was not make a stupid mistake. He didn't mean to reject her though, only delay things. And delay things he had done. Now it was well along the woman's pregnancy, and he was just now remembering. He shook his head. He was sick with himself now. He twitched his neck, and his throat cleared. His cold eyes were on his pregnant lover, if only for a second before they were back on her toes. Ich just...-NYEH- Prolly didn't know was to say.. he tried defend himself, pretty pathetically, not being able to do it without pausing, and letting a small growl of frustration from his mouth.
Cotl cast his gaze to behind the woman, where there was something painted on the wall. He was curious as to who that was but he looked down at his hand and noticed that he still had the stupid ring in his hand. The ring would hopefully fit her fingers, for it was one of the largest ones he had in his jar of studs. He looked back up to her. Ich sorrys. the male spoke, telling her that he was sorry, and his neck twitched to the left because of his wired nerves. He was awkward in ever sense of the word, he never had been one whom was able to do these type of situations without him being either completely stupid or misunderstood. Talitha... I vants du. Really. Was Ich vas dhinking back then vas nicht right. -FUCKINGSHITCOCK- Vill du be mein mate...bitte? he asked her, showing her the black band that he was going to give to her, wondering if she would even take it now..
She knew his intelligence level, while never really extraordinarily high, was hampered under the influence of alcohol, but did not see it to be a valid excuse. If agreeing was a mistake, she wanted nothing to do with him. But he didn't admit to such a thing, instead continuing an attempt of defending himself that brought about minimal damage to her ego. All she could do was watch him, silent and critical with a red gaze that flooded with melancholy. She was worthless, useless, and the proof was there as Cotl continued to dance around the subject — if she couldn't keep a man she knew to appreciate her, what hope was there in the world that she could be necessary? Was it really only Enkiel would could stomach her? That was useless to her, as the handsome jackayote was her cousin.
Cotl surprised the de le Poer, however, by apologizing before slowly explaining his point. He wanted her — well, that was obvious — and his thinking had been wrong. Her ears turned forward to listen closely. His question mirrored her own from nights before, albeit more polite and less demanding. She hadn't truly asked him, after all. It didn't matter. Remaining silent, she stepped forward, the smudged paint of the blue-eyed wolfdog's face clinging to her back as one arm reached for what was in his hand. "Yes." She would, for it'd been her idea from the start — she didn't love Cotl, but he was close enough to her only friend for it to make sense in the mind of the pregnant Imaginifer.
And then her mood changed. From apathy to darkness, the shadows of her past sank in and she turned away to study the ring he'd presented. "You're sure this is what you want, Cotl?" She didn't look to him as she spoke, gathering her words. "Because I am not my father, who let my mother do as she pleased even at the expense of their relationship." Her face turned back towards the orange man. "Neither of us have history of...faithfulness, but if I find out you've been with other women — or men — I'll either have someone else do it, or I'll kill you myself. And any children that might have occurred because of it." A dire punishment for something that might not have been so serious to others, but she could remember her mother and she could remember what had happened between her and Gabriel and she would not allow herself to suffer the same way after such a large step had been taken. After all, she abhorred the idea of mateship and the dangers it presented.
OOC: eh sorry for the wait on this. and just to let you know, our mate hearts are not metal but they should be. +3
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Cotl was always thought to be more stupid than he was. He actually was a good problem solver, and he had the intellect to do things that normal luperci did not know how to do, like read and write, as well as make things like molotov cocktails and he knew how to make his fingers dance over a guitar like no other luperci he had met before. She took the ring from him, and she turned away from him, a simple "yes" coming from her maw to accept his claim for him and her to become mates. He twitched and cleared his throat and stared at her and her pregnant body. He wondered if it had been long enough for these children to even be his. As far as he remembered(which wasn't much) he did not know the smell of her in heat. His ears pulled back as he cocked his head at the woman, curious as to why she had turned away from him. She would ask him if this was what he wanted. If he was sure. Her snorted. He thought about it long enough for him to not regret himself. His cold eyes were pinned on the back of her head, and he rose to his feet. His arms crossed his chest before she had continued to speak to him.
How dare she threaten him! The threat she had cast in his direction made him want to defy her commands, and it made his shackles rise on his back. He lifted a lip and showed the woman his ivory fangs. She turned to him, and he did not let the look on his face disappear. No, he wanted her to see the face she was given at the threat, the command. She suggested that he slept with men as well! How dare she! His cold eyes were pinned on her ruby ones, and they showed no fear of the woman, for he had no fear of her. He stared at her, a frown claiming his face as it mostly did within the presence of others. Don't be ein hypocrite to your own vords. Du seen vas Ich kann do, und Ich ist nicht afraids to do ist to du, oder die bastards.-NYEH- Ich nicht needs someone elses to do ist. Ich nicht afraids to gets mein hands dirty. he snarled, his pierced ears pulled back, his finger pointing at her enlarged belly. He swore that if they were not his, he would make sure that they did not breathe a single fucking breath.
His words brought a steely mask to her face, a sense of hatred filling up her pretty crimson eyes. He threatened her unborn children, something that caused outrage in the usually apathetic new mother. How dare he question her. How dare he think of her the way she knew herself to be. Her slender muzzle twisted into a snarl. "Don't you dare think you can speak to me like that, Cotl! Don't you dare judge me for my past sins; I haven't judged you for yours!" She wouldn't lie to him, but there was no reason to tell him the truth, and she believed the birth of her children would work to make the kingdom believe her mate was the father of...most. Still she believed herself to be carrying the progeny of the wolfdog, but that bridge would be crossed at a later time and she silently vowed protection over the innocent soul. It wasn't the fault of the child that its mother was a whore. It was the fault of the mother. She turned her body away, tugging at her own curls in frustration as she retreated to the back of her den.
"I expect you to show me the same courtesy if I'm supposed to be only yours, Cotl." She refused to look like a fool because her mate was running around on her. She refused to turn into her father. She was trying to build a better world around her, and Cotl wouldn't ruin that attempt. A slender hand rose to cover her face, faint sob escaping her chest — why was she crying? What had gone wrong? "I just want to be normal for once, God damn you!" The small bible resting atop her only shelf was hurled across the cave in the direction of her lover.
OOC: They are the only mates that i know of that fight right after they claim mateship with each other. Normally everyone's all like "Oh i love you too" while cotl and tali are ready to rip each other's throats out. +5
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She dared to tell him not to judge her. Had she not just did the same to him? Hadn't she just pointed out that he was a whore, that he slept with many different females while he was here in Souls? She even threatened his other offspring with other women besides her and her "royal" pain in the ass self. He already knew that he signed himself up for disappointment at that point, but he was stubborn and at least willing to try to work with her. Right now though, he would fight with her as their first actual couple fight because he was not willing to let her actually get away with calling him a whore and then thinking that she was so high and mighty and above all of that because she had probably done worst things than he. After all, she was the one whom did offer herself up for sex for her tattoo. His ice-fire eyes had narrowed on the woman, a fierce look on his German face, this look being one of the most darkest ones he had given to anyone. His shackles were high on his back and his shoulders squared themselves with the taller luperci, as did his tail lash back and forth with hostility. The male's neck twitched to the right before he cleared his throat and opened his maw to reply back to her. Du fucking liar. Du just judged mich fur mein mistakes. -FUCKINGSHITDICK-Saying das du vill habe somevone kills mich if Ich sleeps vith any ozher vomans. Oder mens. he snarled, and barked at the woman, and the last word was emphasized with disgust rolling on his tongue. He did not normally sleep with men, but it did happen once or twice, mostly when he was very very intoxicated.
She turned her back on him. Was she afraid to look at him now? She spoke of how she expected the same courtesy if she was supposed to be his. Don't fucking try mich, Talitha. the male spoke to her, his ears fell back on his head and he lifted his lips at the woman in a full snarl. Ich only giving was du gave to mich, ein threat of death over die sex vith anodher man, voman. he growled to her, his shoulder twitching back for a second and his throat clearing again. After these words, she had spoken of wanting to be "normal". There was nothing fucking normal about either of them. It was a pointless wish, and with those words came the flying of her stupid book that she had told him that he was damned to hell about. Marik had a book like this, he didn't follow that book, but he followed a sexual one. A bible it was called, and Cotl knew about the stupid religion and he did not agree to it, and he did not believe in anything it said. It was a work of fiction to him. It hit him in the chest though, and it took his breath from his chest because of the sheer weight of the stupid book and he knocked him back a foot or so and he coughed about it and gagged. He shook his head to recover and he stood back up, and then threw the stupid book on the dirty ground. Fuck du Talitha, and du fucking bible. Du stupid fucking religion. Du vill never be normals. -NYEHT-Ist impossibles fur du, as es ist fur mich. So fuck du und du "Normality". Dere ist no such dhing as das fur du und mich. he snarled, and he looked at the woman, he did not move though, no matter how much he wanted to just walk away from the pregnant woman. He was pissed, but he was frozen in his spot. This was an issue that he could not run from. He would make sure she knew what he thought, and that what he thought was what he was always going to.
The stress of the argument caused her mind to leave her somewhat, and throwing the bible at her new mate was a poor decision. Still, she didn't apologize. As he continued to snarl out his words, she tried to calm a fluttering heart. An acute sense of nausea overwhelmed her, but she suppressed it. She listened and managed to ease her mind back into place. Cotl was angry, but so was she. Her body slumped toward the floor, shoulder leaning against the stoney wall at the back of the den. Everything was wrong. She shouldn't have brought it up. It shouldn't have ever been mentioned.
"You know I've been with other men before you Cotl; I know you aren't stupid. It needs to end now. I'm not asking. I'm saying that if...this is going to work, you and I need to stop being what we are." Her voice was calmer, though shot with strain as she tried to explain what she had been saying, because he clearly didn't understand. Her mind was focused on the future, rather than the past — she didn't care about what he'd done before this moment. She only cared what happened after. Still, she didn't press the issue. Instead, she closed her eyes and rested more firmly against the den wall, features twisting in discomfort. "If all you're going to do is yell at me, why did you bother to come here at all? Just...leave me alone if you're going to be angry. Please." She didn't have the space for someone yelling at her in her agenda, and she wanted to go and see her cousin before the stress of the day did something wrong to her unborn pups. She just needed Cotl to go away.
She slumped into the wall, and the vacant look that momentarily took over her face puzzled the Ulrich, and he snorted. She finally spoke to him again. She spoke about how they needed to stop doing what they did if this whole thing was going to work. He agreed that they would need to stop, but found it hard for him to vocalize this, and if she had not brought this up at all, then he would not have been so angry about it. She also suggested that he slept with males, assuming that he is...homosexual..Cotl liked to believe that everything about his personality, and everything about his appearance shouted heterosexual. The only time he had ever been with a male was experimental and the other time was because he was coked out and pretty much forced into the act of sexual intimacy with a male, and even then, it was the other male sucking his tool, and not really actual sex that she was talking about. He snorted, and twitched his neck. He cleared his throat. Next times, says das, nicht threatens mich. If du liebe mich dann du vould habe never said such dhings to mich. the male spoke to her, his voice actually lower, though his body language was still rigid, tail still lashing back and forth in anger.
Her next words had told him to leave if he was just going to yell at her. He was only yelling because she was making him do so. She was giving him reason to. -NYEH- Ich didn't vants to comes here und yell at du. Du keep giving mich reason to. the man spoke to her, he still did not raise his voice again at her, but he gave her one pathetic look over before he turned away from her and towards her den entrance. He sighed lightly and he put his hand on the stone wall and looked over his shoulder with his cold eyes. Du know vhere to find mich if du even vants to be mein mates anymore. he spoke, twitching his neck again before he left her den and started off towards the Mansion where he lived in the room that said Ende.
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