03-03-2020, 09:24 PM
So far, Tanglewood was a vast improvement over the Pitt. An actual house versus the cave he had there was the greatest advantage. A mind that cared more would have had questions of course- why was this place abandoned? What caused a bomb to drop here, and how much of a risk did it pose to him? Of course, Caustic knew his life was already on a clock- if his illness didn't kill him first, it would be the wolf's body. At his estimate? Two to three years, and he should hopefully be out of here with Octavio far before that. Dying here would bring far greater shame to Caustic than losing any match ever could.
As the thoughts of his death crossed his mind, Caustic's ears perked to the commotion outside someone's home. Oh, he could spare a moment before returning to work. The wolf followed behind the others, stopping to stand in the doorway to Moth's room. His lumbering frame took up roughly half of the door, a congested sniff leaving him, mucus thick in his throat. Caustic let his mouth fall open, the gas leaving his throat and twisting around the frame of his face in a green, cloudy dance with death.
He had never been a fan of children. They were painfully stupid and Caustic's heart was too cruel to be patient with them. At least, the young ones. Natalie had always been wonderful, though. He knew Luc's daughter for a few years before his painful death, and inside the ring. The Engineer's daughter was a product their world, and Caustic's otherwise cold heart swelled with pride at the thought of the beautiful pylon she made.
Green eyes focused on the small bodies now, a cough leaving him and making his shoulders shake. He wondered, briefly, what the mortality rate was here. No doubt, lower, as the population lived in houses and had a structured society, but it was worth to ponder.
"Congratulations." That was all he could offer. He didn't care much about them or anyone else in this house otherwise.
As the thoughts of his death crossed his mind, Caustic's ears perked to the commotion outside someone's home. Oh, he could spare a moment before returning to work. The wolf followed behind the others, stopping to stand in the doorway to Moth's room. His lumbering frame took up roughly half of the door, a congested sniff leaving him, mucus thick in his throat. Caustic let his mouth fall open, the gas leaving his throat and twisting around the frame of his face in a green, cloudy dance with death.
He had never been a fan of children. They were painfully stupid and Caustic's heart was too cruel to be patient with them. At least, the young ones. Natalie had always been wonderful, though. He knew Luc's daughter for a few years before his painful death, and inside the ring. The Engineer's daughter was a product their world, and Caustic's otherwise cold heart swelled with pride at the thought of the beautiful pylon she made.
Green eyes focused on the small bodies now, a cough leaving him and making his shoulders shake. He wondered, briefly, what the mortality rate was here. No doubt, lower, as the population lived in houses and had a structured society, but it was worth to ponder.
"Congratulations." That was all he could offer. He didn't care much about them or anyone else in this house otherwise.
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