m - Go Into the Water, Live there, Die There
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So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now

OOC: It's been awhile since I played my Cotl butt. Almost a year really. that's sad. Mature for Cotl's bad mouth

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He shook his pelt out. He felt like he had been sleeping for years, even if it was only a day of full sleep. He was rested, but that did not mean he was happy. When he woke from his slumber he was cranky still. It was a trait of his really, to be cranky about waking up. It was because the dream he was having was so wonderful. Sure, his mate had not been there, but his mate had been gone for some time now. Talitha de le Poer did not exist in his world anymore, she and his children had disappeared many moons ago. This gave him much more time to spend with his best friend (and pretty much only friend these days) Halo Lykoi, the woman he was so enamored with, but never could tell her, or never was able to charm her. She was a independent, head-strong woman, and he understood this. It was a reason she was so attractive to him, well besides her body, which was so glorious in itself. His bi-colored eyes were looking up at the ceiling as a knock echoed on the door. Kommt in. the male growled, his hand going to push his ink-black hair from his eyes. It was getting long, and he needed to cut the bangs soon to get it out of his face.


It was Sascha, his son. The male opened the door slowly, as if he was scared that his father was going to hurt him or something for coming in. Cotl had never laid a finger on his son, because he was not like Rebekka. He didn't have a problem with Sascha. Plus, Sascha seemed to have had enough torture in one lifetime. Sascha came in and wrote down what he wanted in his notebook and then showed it to the midget that was his father. Cotl read the words. It seemed that Sascha could not get a hold of Maschine. The stallion was acting up, and that was strange, even to Cotl. He jumped up from his bed and he looked at Sascha and then stretched. Ve'll git 'im. Ich sure das he -NYEHTFUCKINGCUNTBITCHDICKSLUT- just misses mich. spoke the male as he gabbed his satchel that had some horse treats in it, and he walked past Sascha and went out of his room and down the stairs of the Mansion. Sascha followed.


The two made their way down to the stables that were in the garage of the mansion, and he walked in. He looked over the stalls and noticed that Maschine was not there, but Viggo was. This was a good thing considering that Viggo and Maschine did not get along. That would have been one reason that Maschine would not come up to Sascha, was because of Viggo and his asshole-ish ways. Cotl went outside and he whistled, and Maschine came around, but he did not approach his master. Something was wrong, and Cotl wanted to know what it was. He inched closer to the stallion, his neck twitching every few minutes before he coughed, and then Maschine jumped to the side and ran off. MASCHINE! KOMMT!-FUCKINGDICKMONGEL- screamed the male at the top of his lungs. It didn't work though, because Maschine still trotted away from his master. What the fuck is wrong with him? the male asked himself in his head.



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Lupus form! And in case people get
confuzzled, this is dated December of last year. ;D


Vesper, as always, was patrolling.

She could almost admit to herself by this point that it was an addiction, if she hadn’t oh-so-recently gotten a promotion that justified the excess work. In all honesty, though, it was probably just a way to cope with the shock of the unexpected title dropped on her. Not one month ago she’d been formally accepted into the coyote clan, and now she was a Praetorian, one of the Triumvirate just below the leaders themselves.

The scarred coyote frowned, flicking her ears back, and changed her course as she came to the end of her route in the woods, angling toward the mansion and eventually the caverns. Her head remained hunched, her eyes focused on the ground before her, though it was out of a desire not to bump into anyone more than actual submission.

That was something else that bothered her, besides her newness to Inferni: the lack of bonds with her comrades. It’d gotten a lot better since she became a Vigiles, though, and she’d even bonded with Helotes (though only under the influence of a gratuitous amount of alcohol). She knew she’d have to try harder, especially because the one outside friend she’d dreamed of seeing again had left Crimson Dreams and Nova Scotia. That’d only been a stupid crush, though, and there were plenty of girls in Inferni to fill the hole she wouldn’t quite admit was there after Blind’s departure. Like the pretty tawny coyote who’d been Praetorian before her…

There was a sudden thunder, a vibration through the ground, and the small coywolf glanced up, perplexed, before a giant skull-faced horse from hell came barreling toward her. She let out a strangled cry she would not be proud of later, jumping back out of the way as the horse cantered by, before screaming out a “Fuck!” and pressing herself to the ground, fur sticking out in different directions. She fucking hated horses.

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