03-24-2020, 09:02 PM
Caustic's head tilts to the left as he watches a shudder run through Ivan. Idly, he wonders if that is fear, and his ears perk upwards at the idea. Green eyes flicker to his test subject, making note of it's labored, slow breaths. There were things Caustic understood to be true that the members of Tanglewood could not- first, this was the natural order of the universe. If the rabbit was willing to survive, it would be in Caustic's cage. Second, the strong would filter out the weak, as the wolf proved himself to be the superior combatant by hunting down the rabbit. Third, Caustic's methods were only controversial to those who lacked imagination.
If this was not the natural order of the universe, the rabbit would have never ended up in his grasp, and it would not be suffering now. This rabbit's purpose, as a member unable to function in the clans, and as far as he was concerned, equivalent to an insect. It's life was inert, meaningless, but it could serve purpose in Caustic's grand experiment.
To suffer for another...
His eyes glaze over for a brief moment, thinking of Octavio's body. Octavio enjoyed suffering at Caustic's expense, so to proclaim such a thing as wrong... was incorrect. The dot about Caustic's left eye pulls up, his face attempting to morph into raising an eyebrow as the child spoke.
He watched Ivan look towards Aurum for support, and Caustic's ears tilt back again.
Oh, he's done for.
"Dr. Caustic," he interjects immediately. They were not friends, Aurum was not close enough to the scientist to drop the Dr. from his name. Caustic's face furrows, puffing out his chest, raising his tail and letting his ears perk. Caustic is, unknowingly, displaying dominant behavior. The Wolf's mind is trying to compromise and mix with his human intellect. He waits for the Tigon to finish, lips twitching, but he attempts to reserve himself.
It is not a waste! He wants to scream at the proxy. Caustic's experiments were vital and important, this rabbit was serving it's purpose, and when it died, he would eat it. Was Aurum so foolish to think the scientist would waste anything? Evidently so! His ears tilt back again, fur raising and bristling, be he knew he would have to do as Aurum said, and he seethes at the seams at the idea. He opens the rabbits cage from the top, snaking his arm inside and finding the creature's throat, pressing down on it.
It would die, soon, cleanly. Caustic knew he would have to contend with ripping into it with his teeth later. His head tilts back to give Aurum a sideeyed, narrowed gaze. "Are you so ignorant? Waiting until an actual battle to test my abilities is foolish. I could not perform to the best of my abilities if I waited." He begins to doubt the tigon's intelligence, "Does a blacksmith wait until war to test his new sword? Never, Caustic had tested his traps hundreds of times before he used them in the field, to ensure they were durable, expelling the same amount of gas as the same speed and duration every time. Testing was vital to the process. He twists, feeling the rabbit give a death's gasp under his paw. He closes the cage, grumbling as the Wolf's brain is already forming mental images of ripping into it.
"It has perished, and I will eat it. Could you please expel yourselves from my property now?"
If this was not the natural order of the universe, the rabbit would have never ended up in his grasp, and it would not be suffering now. This rabbit's purpose, as a member unable to function in the clans, and as far as he was concerned, equivalent to an insect. It's life was inert, meaningless, but it could serve purpose in Caustic's grand experiment.
To suffer for another...
His eyes glaze over for a brief moment, thinking of Octavio's body. Octavio enjoyed suffering at Caustic's expense, so to proclaim such a thing as wrong... was incorrect. The dot about Caustic's left eye pulls up, his face attempting to morph into raising an eyebrow as the child spoke.
He watched Ivan look towards Aurum for support, and Caustic's ears tilt back again.
Oh, he's done for.
"Dr. Caustic," he interjects immediately. They were not friends, Aurum was not close enough to the scientist to drop the Dr. from his name. Caustic's face furrows, puffing out his chest, raising his tail and letting his ears perk. Caustic is, unknowingly, displaying dominant behavior. The Wolf's mind is trying to compromise and mix with his human intellect. He waits for the Tigon to finish, lips twitching, but he attempts to reserve himself.
It is not a waste! He wants to scream at the proxy. Caustic's experiments were vital and important, this rabbit was serving it's purpose, and when it died, he would eat it. Was Aurum so foolish to think the scientist would waste anything? Evidently so! His ears tilt back again, fur raising and bristling, be he knew he would have to do as Aurum said, and he seethes at the seams at the idea. He opens the rabbits cage from the top, snaking his arm inside and finding the creature's throat, pressing down on it.
It would die, soon, cleanly. Caustic knew he would have to contend with ripping into it with his teeth later. His head tilts back to give Aurum a sideeyed, narrowed gaze. "Are you so ignorant? Waiting until an actual battle to test my abilities is foolish. I could not perform to the best of my abilities if I waited." He begins to doubt the tigon's intelligence, "Does a blacksmith wait until war to test his new sword? Never, Caustic had tested his traps hundreds of times before he used them in the field, to ensure they were durable, expelling the same amount of gas as the same speed and duration every time. Testing was vital to the process. He twists, feeling the rabbit give a death's gasp under his paw. He closes the cage, grumbling as the Wolf's brain is already forming mental images of ripping into it.
"It has perished, and I will eat it. Could you please expel yourselves from my property now?"
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