03-26-2020, 05:47 PM
Caustic was cursed with his own illness, which only contributed to his budding anxiety and need to escape from this dimension. If the dangers of the wild or his age didn't kill him first, it would be his own lungs. It was never a problem before, medicine was so advanced in the future that Caustic's symptoms were reduced to am occasion cough.
He couldn't expend too much energy, and knew that if his own research for alternative failed him, he would have to see Selby. He wanted to avoid the Sawbone and the other medics as much as possible. Coming to them for aid meant explaining his health issues, and meant someone could blabber about his problems. Such thoughts made Caustic uncomfortable, as they were not held to patient confidentiality.
Most of their kids had been interesting to Caustic. They were rambunctious and playful, Ivan and Winston had potential for something greater. Too bad they were animals, and too bad they would likely die inside the very same borders they were born in.
Caustic is stuffing another unconscious rabbit into his bag to be taken back to his hom- house. His ears perk up as the sound of strangled breathing reaches him, and he turns, taking his bag to investigate. Caustic looks through the underbrush, gas leaking from his mouth from his mouth. Was it prey? a stranger- oh.
Caustic drops his bag, coming to loom over the child, carefully attempting to put his left paw on her back. "Hey, hey, you're alright," The wolf knew he always lost his edge around weak children. It wasn't bad, he just had... certain soft spots for children. Caustic's metal toes are no different in temperature, but they are distinctly harder. "Slow down," he says, trying to get her attention. He does not know what ails her, but he's trying to help. "With me, alright? Let's breathe." Caustic pulls his paw away now, making a motion of pushing and pulling, breathing slwoly and in tune to the movement of his paw.
He couldn't expend too much energy, and knew that if his own research for alternative failed him, he would have to see Selby. He wanted to avoid the Sawbone and the other medics as much as possible. Coming to them for aid meant explaining his health issues, and meant someone could blabber about his problems. Such thoughts made Caustic uncomfortable, as they were not held to patient confidentiality.
Most of their kids had been interesting to Caustic. They were rambunctious and playful, Ivan and Winston had potential for something greater. Too bad they were animals, and too bad they would likely die inside the very same borders they were born in.
Caustic is stuffing another unconscious rabbit into his bag to be taken back to his hom- house. His ears perk up as the sound of strangled breathing reaches him, and he turns, taking his bag to investigate. Caustic looks through the underbrush, gas leaking from his mouth from his mouth. Was it prey? a stranger- oh.
Caustic drops his bag, coming to loom over the child, carefully attempting to put his left paw on her back. "Hey, hey, you're alright," The wolf knew he always lost his edge around weak children. It wasn't bad, he just had... certain soft spots for children. Caustic's metal toes are no different in temperature, but they are distinctly harder. "Slow down," he says, trying to get her attention. He does not know what ails her, but he's trying to help. "With me, alright? Let's breathe." Caustic pulls his paw away now, making a motion of pushing and pulling, breathing slwoly and in tune to the movement of his paw.
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