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DR. CAUSTIC
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TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."
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MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."
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[/td][/tr][/table] He was such a dog sometimes. He hated the literalness of his own stupid joke- Caustic hates this form. The Wolf was too comfortable with all forms of savagery. He had beaten many to death and killed them over and over, there was a brutality to the rip and tear of teeth that he couldn't stand. Caustic is familiar with this fight by now- a compromise of man and wolf takes battle inside his brain. The wolf says to rip, tear, eat, but Caustic sits in abject silence, book at his paws.
He glances over at his- what was the boy to him? The chemist's head tilts, scanning over him for injuries for the umpteenth time. He could not call Ivan a son- no, that was a privilege to Selby and Selby alone. Maybe Caustic would have loved to have a son like Ivan, bright and full of potential. He hum, shifting his shoulders and closing his eyes. Alexander had a daughter like him, though.
His tail curls at the thought, Natalie's scarred face ghosting through his vision. How she smiled when showing Alex and her father her science projects, her papers- his tail thumps against hardwood, and he ceases himself. Caustic glances back to Ivan, gas winding out of his throat in small puffs.
Caustic brought the boy home, taking him to the very sitting area Selby sat the wolf in not many nights ago. He laid Ivan down on the couch with the gentlest of touches, head set on a pillow, and water poured into a bowl nearby.
Caustic, like the canine he hates himself to be, waits diligently on the floor, paws and nose thumbing through a book. He would have taken one of the other chairs, but it was difficult to read and sit at the same time. He couldn't hold the book.
[/td][/tr][/table]He glances over at his- what was the boy to him? The chemist's head tilts, scanning over him for injuries for the umpteenth time. He could not call Ivan a son- no, that was a privilege to Selby and Selby alone. Maybe Caustic would have loved to have a son like Ivan, bright and full of potential. He hum, shifting his shoulders and closing his eyes. Alexander had a daughter like him, though.
His tail curls at the thought, Natalie's scarred face ghosting through his vision. How she smiled when showing Alex and her father her science projects, her papers- his tail thumps against hardwood, and he ceases himself. Caustic glances back to Ivan, gas winding out of his throat in small puffs.
Caustic brought the boy home, taking him to the very sitting area Selby sat the wolf in not many nights ago. He laid Ivan down on the couch with the gentlest of touches, head set on a pillow, and water poured into a bowl nearby.
Caustic, like the canine he hates himself to be, waits diligently on the floor, paws and nose thumbing through a book. He would have taken one of the other chairs, but it was difficult to read and sit at the same time. He couldn't hold the book.
Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime