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CAUSTIC
Caustic had yet to familiarize himself with the other clans, but Octavio's arrival and his transcription of the surrounding area had filled him in on the details. The return of Octavio to his side had been a welcome one, with its draw backs. Staring at Octavio's face for too long was dysphoric, as his metaphorical mask would glitch away into his piercing-filled face, replacing just as quickly with the cheetah's tear-marked eyes.
Hunger panged at him, green eyes glancing to the various piles of blood leftover from his hoarded prey, and eaten by that annoying wolverine. The cave was too cold for Octavio, the cheetah stuck too close to his side for the warmth. The wound on Octavio's shoulder was closing somewhat nicely, a complete accident as his part. The cheetah had spent the last days doped out on venom, and the wolf was intrigued by all the possibilities. He had patched the wound, but he would need to replace the wrappings soon. Caustic wasn't a fan of the constant contact, and he wanted Octavio to get away for just a few moments so he could work-
He looked over to the portal maker on his "desk" (a flat rock near the wall), and the sharp rocks he was already attempting to use as tools. He wanted to get out of here.
A parade of footsteps went over his head, the sounds of voices and smells of a swamp coming from the outside. Perhaps, it was inevitable for another group to arrive. He couldn't imagine why, though. Had the Pitt done something to gain the ire from another group? Perhaps, he would think on it later though-
Octavio stared at him with wide eyes, ears tilted back, already standing. Caustic was familiar with that look, a quick glance of assurance and an understanding that they needed to escape.
"Caustic, we gotta go."
He watched the cheetah move, scrambling to grab the portal maker, and Caustic moved to assist him, strapping Octavio's pouches to him and clasping his harness. Caustic took one of the pouches for himself, carefully placing the chemicals from his desk inside. The wolf placed his dog brush, Razer, scissors, and voice recorder in the cheetah's pouch. He looked across the cave, then back to Octavio, giving him a nod and turning to leave. The wolf moved ahead, taking the lead in the tunnels as they moved towards the outskirts of the territory, safely travelling to escape underground.
Hunger panged at him, green eyes glancing to the various piles of blood leftover from his hoarded prey, and eaten by that annoying wolverine. The cave was too cold for Octavio, the cheetah stuck too close to his side for the warmth. The wound on Octavio's shoulder was closing somewhat nicely, a complete accident as his part. The cheetah had spent the last days doped out on venom, and the wolf was intrigued by all the possibilities. He had patched the wound, but he would need to replace the wrappings soon. Caustic wasn't a fan of the constant contact, and he wanted Octavio to get away for just a few moments so he could work-
He looked over to the portal maker on his "desk" (a flat rock near the wall), and the sharp rocks he was already attempting to use as tools. He wanted to get out of here.
A parade of footsteps went over his head, the sounds of voices and smells of a swamp coming from the outside. Perhaps, it was inevitable for another group to arrive. He couldn't imagine why, though. Had the Pitt done something to gain the ire from another group? Perhaps, he would think on it later though-
Octavio stared at him with wide eyes, ears tilted back, already standing. Caustic was familiar with that look, a quick glance of assurance and an understanding that they needed to escape.
"Caustic, we gotta go."
He watched the cheetah move, scrambling to grab the portal maker, and Caustic moved to assist him, strapping Octavio's pouches to him and clasping his harness. Caustic took one of the pouches for himself, carefully placing the chemicals from his desk inside. The wolf placed his dog brush, Razer, scissors, and voice recorder in the cheetah's pouch. He looked across the cave, then back to Octavio, giving him a nod and turning to leave. The wolf moved ahead, taking the lead in the tunnels as they moved towards the outskirts of the territory, safely travelling to escape underground.
[abbr=Dark Northwestern Wolf, 5 Years, gas leaks from his mouth and nose]TAGS[/abbr] • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE
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