05-04-2021, 08:58 PM
"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── // tw for minor gore mention in the last paragraph ofc!!
For as weirdly avoidant of dirt and grime as he was, Angelembrace Cipher-D’Angelo had some strange hobbies.
Where they had come from was beyond him, despite his childhood taking place in the Coalition, it wasn’t as if he was just always wading through blood and bone to come to the final conclusion of interest in what laid behind one’s skin. Sure, following the rule of Sojourn might have persuaded one to follow a rather interesting path of interest as he currently was, but that was about as far as his knowledge on himself went. Not that it even mattered, it wasn’t as if he was going to making any steps forward to change it, or find something more orthodox to keep his mind and paws occupied. What was the worst that would happen? His mother would express disgust? She’d already done that far too many times to faze him.
Following his recent promotion, Angel figured now was a good time to get to work on using the rodents he obtained from Arvid’s experiment with poison, which wasn’t as potentially useful as such but it was more for satisfying his own curiosity. Angel wanted to see the postmortem results. Obviously he knew they had been paralyzed before their untimely demise, that wasn’t subtle nor was he stupid. And he’d taken a great deal to preserve the tiny bodies to the best of his ability and keep them away from both Anthemtalon and the little dragon hatchlings, to prevent sickness and potential fatality in the little ones, and to not ruin his entire plan.
Angel tapped on the first mouse corpse with the back of his paw, clicking his tongue in interest at the stiffness of the body, stiffness that was noticeable even with the rigor mortis. The jaguar cub pulled the end of one of his claws under the skin of the mouse’s stomach, quickly pulling upward to tear the skin from the abdomen to the chest, exposing every organ and bone that was previously hidden from sight. He realized, with a hint of disdain, that with a creature this small it would be difficult to study the effects of the poison on the internals. Although, something did look particularly different.
For as weirdly avoidant of dirt and grime as he was, Angelembrace Cipher-D’Angelo had some strange hobbies.
Where they had come from was beyond him, despite his childhood taking place in the Coalition, it wasn’t as if he was just always wading through blood and bone to come to the final conclusion of interest in what laid behind one’s skin. Sure, following the rule of Sojourn might have persuaded one to follow a rather interesting path of interest as he currently was, but that was about as far as his knowledge on himself went. Not that it even mattered, it wasn’t as if he was going to making any steps forward to change it, or find something more orthodox to keep his mind and paws occupied. What was the worst that would happen? His mother would express disgust? She’d already done that far too many times to faze him.
Following his recent promotion, Angel figured now was a good time to get to work on using the rodents he obtained from Arvid’s experiment with poison, which wasn’t as potentially useful as such but it was more for satisfying his own curiosity. Angel wanted to see the postmortem results. Obviously he knew they had been paralyzed before their untimely demise, that wasn’t subtle nor was he stupid. And he’d taken a great deal to preserve the tiny bodies to the best of his ability and keep them away from both Anthemtalon and the little dragon hatchlings, to prevent sickness and potential fatality in the little ones, and to not ruin his entire plan.
Angel tapped on the first mouse corpse with the back of his paw, clicking his tongue in interest at the stiffness of the body, stiffness that was noticeable even with the rigor mortis. The jaguar cub pulled the end of one of his claws under the skin of the mouse’s stomach, quickly pulling upward to tear the skin from the abdomen to the chest, exposing every organ and bone that was previously hidden from sight. He realized, with a hint of disdain, that with a creature this small it would be difficult to study the effects of the poison on the internals. Although, something did look particularly different.
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