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CAUSTIC
As Micheal's attention turned towards him, the dots above Caustic's eyes pulled up as if he were raising a brow. In better circumstances, Caustic would have sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, but for now, he took a different approach. The wolf moved in closer, squaring his shoulders and raising his tail. Caustic's body eclipsed everyone around them, like the sun enveloping all surrounding planets in its light.
"Micheal. Pick your criticisms with extreme caution." He warned, staring down at the injured bobcat.
Caustic listened, and his tail involuntarily lowered, ceasing all movement. Of course, both these things were true. Punching him in the abdomen was a regular occurrence in the ring, Caustic's weakness that all knew but never called attention to. Octavio had exploited this more than once when Caustic was too rough with him.
His fingers, on the other hand, had never been a problem before. He never used them for walking, not to mention he once had prosthetics for them.
Gas leaked from Caustic's open mouth, framing his face in the sick, green cloud. "Both are true observations. Now, to combat them?" That mad look came into Caustic's eyes. A call for violence. An enjoyment of it. "One must prevail with science and brute force," he said, raising a his bad paw to slam it down on Micheal's back, and hold the bobcat down.
"Kydobi. Nice to see you," He said, if his earlier attack worked, Caustic would apply an extra amount of pressure, then lift his paw from Micheal. He watched the bobcat's legs, predicting that Micheal may attempt to trip him and embarrass him.
"Micheal. Pick your criticisms with extreme caution." He warned, staring down at the injured bobcat.
Caustic listened, and his tail involuntarily lowered, ceasing all movement. Of course, both these things were true. Punching him in the abdomen was a regular occurrence in the ring, Caustic's weakness that all knew but never called attention to. Octavio had exploited this more than once when Caustic was too rough with him.
His fingers, on the other hand, had never been a problem before. He never used them for walking, not to mention he once had prosthetics for them.
Gas leaked from Caustic's open mouth, framing his face in the sick, green cloud. "Both are true observations. Now, to combat them?" That mad look came into Caustic's eyes. A call for violence. An enjoyment of it. "One must prevail with science and brute force," he said, raising a his bad paw to slam it down on Micheal's back, and hold the bobcat down.
"Kydobi. Nice to see you," He said, if his earlier attack worked, Caustic would apply an extra amount of pressure, then lift his paw from Micheal. He watched the bobcat's legs, predicting that Micheal may attempt to trip him and embarrass him.
[abbr=Dark Northwestern Wolf, 5 Years, gas leaks from his mouth and nose]TAGS[/abbr] • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE
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