04-19-2020, 10:46 PM
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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime
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DR. CAUSTIC
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TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."
[/td][/tr][/table]TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."
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[/td][/tr][/table] Caustic was known to roam in few locations. His own home, the mess hall, and the library. He found quiet solidtude in here, comforted by the human objects or yore and the structures they made in the decades past.
It brought comfort to him, to be in the presence of knowledge from others like him, and read stories we would have never experienced before.
War took many things, and knowledge was always an uncounted victim.
He could hear the chatter nearby from his nook. It was an area that satisfied both his own brain and the wolf. He could watch the door from this corner, settled under a nice blanket and with his book of choice.
He's drawn to the noise, noticing the children and Aurum.
He keeps to himself for the moment being, too wrapped in his own reading.
[/td][/tr][/table]It brought comfort to him, to be in the presence of knowledge from others like him, and read stories we would have never experienced before.
War took many things, and knowledge was always an uncounted victim.
He could hear the chatter nearby from his nook. It was an area that satisfied both his own brain and the wolf. He could watch the door from this corner, settled under a nice blanket and with his book of choice.
He's drawn to the noise, noticing the children and Aurum.
He keeps to himself for the moment being, too wrapped in his own reading.
Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime