Sick of all the slippery stuff;; [ivan]

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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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Caustic feels his ears tilt back, his mask falls over. The wolf’s body language is conflicting, tail held close and ears flat, but his eyes were narrowed into a cold stare.
He shouldn’t care. He wasn’t going to stay here. He’d escape this dimension soon enough, and then resume his normal life.
It was hard not to, especially when Ivan looked at him like that.
Caustic’s frown softens for a moment, gaze drilling into Ivan’s face.
It was hard not to think of Natalie, and even more to avoid comparing them. Luc’s daughter was precious to Alexander in every way, brilliant in every manner, and one of the more intelligent legends. He wonders what philosophical arguments Ivan would have had about the bloodsport, probably about how it was wrong and that other’s lives should be valued.
They all thought that way.
Caustic moves, grabbing the bowl his teeth and setting it near the boy.
"Why did I do what?” he asks, raising a dot above his eye.

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime