03-13-2020, 04:47 PM
The fauna of Tanglewood was certainly... amusing to say the least. Caustic had a morbid fondness for the mutated creatures of the swamp, and had already set to collecting test subjects. A side project from the portal maker, something to take his mind off of the blasted machine. He was attempting to be as sterile as possible with them, but poisoning them required Caustic to bite them. He knew he was exposing himself, but he didn't have much choice. Asphyxiating them with his paws was so much more work. A bag hung around his neck, where he carried his mutated prey. It was an effort to minimize exposure.
The crying of a child and the hushed sounds of comforting parents attracted the wolf. Caustic was easy to hear coming- his paw steps were heavy and lumbering, and the scientist smelled of electronic parts and singed fur. The portal maker had burned his paws a few times now, but alas. The gas emanating from his mouth gave him away at all times, as each exhale of his breath came out as green smoke. He left the bag nearby, stepping closer to stand over the bird nest, inspecting its siblings. His eyes glanced over to the child now, its mutated brother holding onto Ivan. He huffed, the dots above his eyes narrowed in disinterest, but understanding. A parent watching a child cry over spilled ice cream. "Do not worry," Caustic was not known for being comforting, but grappling with death was easy to handle.
He thinks of Luc's limp body. He shakes the thought away.
"Everything dies, in the end. These two have served their purpose, and can be appreciated even in death." He waved a paw to the bird's dead siblings. It was as close as the morally questionable and ampathic scientist could get to comforting a child he barely knew.
The crying of a child and the hushed sounds of comforting parents attracted the wolf. Caustic was easy to hear coming- his paw steps were heavy and lumbering, and the scientist smelled of electronic parts and singed fur. The portal maker had burned his paws a few times now, but alas. The gas emanating from his mouth gave him away at all times, as each exhale of his breath came out as green smoke. He left the bag nearby, stepping closer to stand over the bird nest, inspecting its siblings. His eyes glanced over to the child now, its mutated brother holding onto Ivan. He huffed, the dots above his eyes narrowed in disinterest, but understanding. A parent watching a child cry over spilled ice cream. "Do not worry," Caustic was not known for being comforting, but grappling with death was easy to handle.
He thinks of Luc's limp body. He shakes the thought away.
"Everything dies, in the end. These two have served their purpose, and can be appreciated even in death." He waved a paw to the bird's dead siblings. It was as close as the morally questionable and ampathic scientist could get to comforting a child he barely knew.
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