06-16-2020, 09:53 PM
Octane and Caustic had always seemed like a weird couple to Alaric. Dysfunctional would probably be the best word to describe them. In the time that Octane had been in Tanglewood, Alaric had observed that Caustic didn't seem to be entirely fond of the cheetah, at least based on the words and attitude that the wolf employed in their interactions. But his actions told another story — he seemed to harbor some sort of fondness for Octane, as was made evident through the things he did. It was clear that they had some sort of shared history, but as to what that history was or what it entailed Alaric was still unsure.
Alaric was out in the swamp when the sound of heated commotion caught his attention. He could hear Octane and Caustic's voices; they sounded angry — furious, even, especially Octane. He could hear movement, too. Out of both curiosity and boredom, the tabby found himself making his way over, a metaphorical and thoroughly nonexistent eyebrow cocked out of a mixture of confusion and intrigue.
Upon arrival he spots the two locked in a fight. He has to admit, it's pretty entertaining to watch. He almost wants to not intervene just to see what the outcome would be. It's a morbid sort of curiosity that he feels at the moment as he watches them exchange punches and kicks and attempts at bites. But he figures that, as a chaser, he probably shouldn't allow them to continue to throw down like they were currently doing.
"As entertaining as this may be, perhaps you should both stop with the theatrics," he suggests from a safe distance, regarding them both with his icy blue gaze.
Alaric was out in the swamp when the sound of heated commotion caught his attention. He could hear Octane and Caustic's voices; they sounded angry — furious, even, especially Octane. He could hear movement, too. Out of both curiosity and boredom, the tabby found himself making his way over, a metaphorical and thoroughly nonexistent eyebrow cocked out of a mixture of confusion and intrigue.
Upon arrival he spots the two locked in a fight. He has to admit, it's pretty entertaining to watch. He almost wants to not intervene just to see what the outcome would be. It's a morbid sort of curiosity that he feels at the moment as he watches them exchange punches and kicks and attempts at bites. But he figures that, as a chaser, he probably shouldn't allow them to continue to throw down like they were currently doing.
"As entertaining as this may be, perhaps you should both stop with the theatrics," he suggests from a safe distance, regarding them both with his icy blue gaze.
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