03-10-2020, 02:33 AM
Caustic rather detested children. Typically, his heart was too cold and they weren’t worth his time. Few were of note, though- Natalie has been a wonderful apprentice and the closest thing Caustic had a to daughter, and perhaps those were ties that could have been made official, but Luc died before he and Alexander could tie the knot. They weren’t even engaged yet.
Besides, Natalie was an adult by then.
Caustic couldn’t help the communal responsibility he felt towards the children in these groups- at the very least, he should keep them from killing themselves. He reminded himself, however, that any relationships made here were for naught. He planned on leaving soon, if the portal device would finally function.
He needed to step away from it again. Typically, losing projects or failing upon them upset him, made it worth visiting Octavio and letting himself inside the speedster’s quarters. Octavio wasn’t here, and Caustic didn’t have anything fresh to dig his paws into for... entertainment. He should pay the library another visit, though.
So he was out in the territory now, and his eyes laid upon the little kitten. No doubt, it was a talker and Caustic would have to greet it and lead it back to camp. A waste of his time. The wolf stepped out from the underbrush, letting the gas leak from his mouth and framing the edges of his face. He lumbered forward, standing over the kitten and letting a sick, mad laugh roll from his throat. Traps, how joyous! It seemed one of Tanglewood’s traps had some use after all. Caustic’s eyes glowed through the wisps of gas that obscured his face, tail wagging as he looked down at the child. A few things were clear- Caustic was massive in comparison. Caustic was a predator, and he pulled joy from seeing someone stuck. The laughter reduced to a chuckle, and then a grimace.
”Do you desire help, child?”
Besides, Natalie was an adult by then.
Caustic couldn’t help the communal responsibility he felt towards the children in these groups- at the very least, he should keep them from killing themselves. He reminded himself, however, that any relationships made here were for naught. He planned on leaving soon, if the portal device would finally function.
He needed to step away from it again. Typically, losing projects or failing upon them upset him, made it worth visiting Octavio and letting himself inside the speedster’s quarters. Octavio wasn’t here, and Caustic didn’t have anything fresh to dig his paws into for... entertainment. He should pay the library another visit, though.
So he was out in the territory now, and his eyes laid upon the little kitten. No doubt, it was a talker and Caustic would have to greet it and lead it back to camp. A waste of his time. The wolf stepped out from the underbrush, letting the gas leak from his mouth and framing the edges of his face. He lumbered forward, standing over the kitten and letting a sick, mad laugh roll from his throat. Traps, how joyous! It seemed one of Tanglewood’s traps had some use after all. Caustic’s eyes glowed through the wisps of gas that obscured his face, tail wagging as he looked down at the child. A few things were clear- Caustic was massive in comparison. Caustic was a predator, and he pulled joy from seeing someone stuck. The laughter reduced to a chuckle, and then a grimace.
”Do you desire help, child?”
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