Alexander's family had been good to him, overall. His mother identified his body at the labs, and that was the greatest favor he could ever ask of her. He didn't think about his family much, as he lost contact with them a decade ago, and he occasionally searched their names on the Holonet.
His father died in that decade, and he was unable to attend the funeral.
Caustic's circadian rhythm was slowly taking to new times. He couldn't figure if it was the wolf's brain messing with his mind or his work doing so. He was waking up earlier to use as much daylight as possible. So, he was out here now, paws held down with force on a raccoon's neck. The prey would be too big to put in his bag, and it weighed more than a rabbit, so the doses would have to be increased. His mind is already boggling with the potentials as the raccoon chitters and screams are music to his ears.
He tilts his head up, the Tigon's scent hitting his nose, and Caustic quickly reacts, snapping his jaws down on the raccoon's neck, letting bones crunch between his teeth. Gas seeps through and into its body, venom striking true as it quickly goes limp.
Another time, then. He couldn't have Aurum getting onto him. Caustic pulls his face away now, lips and teeth covered in blood. It's a conflicting feeling, really. Caustic was no stranger to blood, but the mood wasn't right and it wasn't... yeah. The idea of eating the raccoon in the next few hours makes his stomach turn, as he picks it up again, approaching the scent of the tigon and the member from the other day. Caustic's front is spattered by blood, gas seeping out as he looked to the tabby and their basket of herbs. He hums, setting the limp body down, briefly nudging it, then returning his gaze to the pair.
"What's everyone doing out this early?" He doesn't note the disturbed look from Alaric, and doesn't care, really.
His father died in that decade, and he was unable to attend the funeral.
Caustic's circadian rhythm was slowly taking to new times. He couldn't figure if it was the wolf's brain messing with his mind or his work doing so. He was waking up earlier to use as much daylight as possible. So, he was out here now, paws held down with force on a raccoon's neck. The prey would be too big to put in his bag, and it weighed more than a rabbit, so the doses would have to be increased. His mind is already boggling with the potentials as the raccoon chitters and screams are music to his ears.
He tilts his head up, the Tigon's scent hitting his nose, and Caustic quickly reacts, snapping his jaws down on the raccoon's neck, letting bones crunch between his teeth. Gas seeps through and into its body, venom striking true as it quickly goes limp.
Another time, then. He couldn't have Aurum getting onto him. Caustic pulls his face away now, lips and teeth covered in blood. It's a conflicting feeling, really. Caustic was no stranger to blood, but the mood wasn't right and it wasn't... yeah. The idea of eating the raccoon in the next few hours makes his stomach turn, as he picks it up again, approaching the scent of the tigon and the member from the other day. Caustic's front is spattered by blood, gas seeping out as he looked to the tabby and their basket of herbs. He hums, setting the limp body down, briefly nudging it, then returning his gaze to the pair.
"What's everyone doing out this early?" He doesn't note the disturbed look from Alaric, and doesn't care, really.
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