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CAUSTIC
Caustic could hear the Cicada-Dragon long before its approach. He wasn't entirely a fan of it, and had little interest in it beyond scientific research. It was strange to him, and Caustic tried to recall some of the venomous creatures of Gaea, or the Volaticus locustodraco of King's Canyon. It was inconsequentially stupid. Caustic knew this was evident in it's lack of language, and the amounts of lights flickering in its eyes.
Maybe that's what he could entertain himself with, studying the creatures here. Why should he bother with studying a world he had full intentions to leave? This dimension wouldn't hold any significance to his work, and until Caustic knew it was impossible to escape, he would not bother with such trivial manners. Caustic found himself leaning back, gas pluming from his face.
When Caustic referred to his... acquaintances (not clanmates. He wasn't a savage. They did not mean anything to him.) as insects, he was talking about this creature in specific. It didn't hold any interest to Caustic besides being a nuisance.
Killing insects was his job once. Then Alexander needed living subjects. Then Caustic was born and the blood sport had never made him feel more alive.
"Greetings...." He didn't know its name.
Maybe that's what he could entertain himself with, studying the creatures here. Why should he bother with studying a world he had full intentions to leave? This dimension wouldn't hold any significance to his work, and until Caustic knew it was impossible to escape, he would not bother with such trivial manners. Caustic found himself leaning back, gas pluming from his face.
When Caustic referred to his... acquaintances (not clanmates. He wasn't a savage. They did not mean anything to him.) as insects, he was talking about this creature in specific. It didn't hold any interest to Caustic besides being a nuisance.
Killing insects was his job once. Then Alexander needed living subjects. Then Caustic was born and the blood sport had never made him feel more alive.
"Greetings...." He didn't know its name.
[abbr=Dark Northwestern Wolf, 5 Years, gas leaks from his mouth and nose]TAGS[/abbr] • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE
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