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CAUSTIC
Caustic's room was mostly bear bones and dark. The wolf didn't want to be too comfortable with this living situation. He had already been in the Pitt for far longer than he planned, and adding things to his room was an acceptance of the reality of his situation.
He had a few things. Caustic had collected two dog cages, placed besides each other in the back right corner of his cave. They had locks fashioned from rope that Caustic could undo with his teeth, because he didn't want his primate test subjects to figure out how to escape. Recollecting them would be too much trouble. He planned on keeping the pair alive for a while, just to avoid the expenditure of replacing them. Against the opposite wall was a mat of stuffing and a pile of blankets Caustic currently called his bed. He wanted better sleeping arrangements. The Wolf was too comfortable the hard, stone floor he wanted to avoid acknowledging anything the Wolf needed to do in order to survive. Near his bed, was a small, 6x4 mirror. Along the same wall, Caustic had a flat rock that he currently used as a desk. His new possessions from the merchants waited patiently for him. Glowing vials of chemicals, a voice recorder, paper, pencils, pens, human items. They made him feel human.
Near the mouth of the cave, covered by a blanket, was Caustic's failed test subjects. Unfortunately, it was his food too. He loathed eating. It was a new level of savagery he wanted nothing to do with. Caustic didn't mind being covered in blood or beating his opponents to death, but eating meat that still had a face bothered him. He didn't have a choice in the manner. It was one of the few times he let the wolf do as it pleased.
His stomach grumbled as he walked down the halls of the cave to his home, gas leaking from his mouth in a fine line, cringing as he thought about feasting upon flesh and bones in the following minutes.
He had a few things. Caustic had collected two dog cages, placed besides each other in the back right corner of his cave. They had locks fashioned from rope that Caustic could undo with his teeth, because he didn't want his primate test subjects to figure out how to escape. Recollecting them would be too much trouble. He planned on keeping the pair alive for a while, just to avoid the expenditure of replacing them. Against the opposite wall was a mat of stuffing and a pile of blankets Caustic currently called his bed. He wanted better sleeping arrangements. The Wolf was too comfortable the hard, stone floor he wanted to avoid acknowledging anything the Wolf needed to do in order to survive. Near his bed, was a small, 6x4 mirror. Along the same wall, Caustic had a flat rock that he currently used as a desk. His new possessions from the merchants waited patiently for him. Glowing vials of chemicals, a voice recorder, paper, pencils, pens, human items. They made him feel human.
Near the mouth of the cave, covered by a blanket, was Caustic's failed test subjects. Unfortunately, it was his food too. He loathed eating. It was a new level of savagery he wanted nothing to do with. Caustic didn't mind being covered in blood or beating his opponents to death, but eating meat that still had a face bothered him. He didn't have a choice in the manner. It was one of the few times he let the wolf do as it pleased.
His stomach grumbled as he walked down the halls of the cave to his home, gas leaking from his mouth in a fine line, cringing as he thought about feasting upon flesh and bones in the following minutes.
[abbr=Dark Northwestern Wolf, 5 Years, gas leaks from his mouth and nose]TAGS[/abbr] • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE
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