02-16-2020, 09:22 PM
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CAUSTIC
Astair was a future science project waiting to happen. Caustic wished he could sedate and drag the dragon down into the caves below already, dissect him and diagram his form. A hybrid worth of interest to the scientist.
He already deduced Astair lacked proper intelligent thought. He wasn't sure what went through the dragon's head, if only thoughts about food and basic needs.
Now, this interested him. Caustic approached with a small cough racking his body, pupils wide and tail wagging as his green eyes scanned over the molt. He briefly locked eyes to mask with Nikolai, his nostrils flaring in a puff of gas. He needed better locks, now, especially if the wolverine was going to rummage in his things like that.
He looked back to the discarded shell. He probably didn't need to, but it would only be polite to ask.
"Astair. May I take this?"
He already deduced Astair lacked proper intelligent thought. He wasn't sure what went through the dragon's head, if only thoughts about food and basic needs.
Now, this interested him. Caustic approached with a small cough racking his body, pupils wide and tail wagging as his green eyes scanned over the molt. He briefly locked eyes to mask with Nikolai, his nostrils flaring in a puff of gas. He needed better locks, now, especially if the wolverine was going to rummage in his things like that.
He looked back to the discarded shell. He probably didn't need to, but it would only be polite to ask.
"Astair. May I take this?"
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