06-01-2018, 09:09 PM
SO NOTORIOUS !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. STRIKER.
//small trigger warning in the first paragraph for Caesar daydreaming about killing somebody dsajf idk how else to word that lmao
Oh, how Caesar longed to dig his claws and teeth into somebody. He missed the thrill of the hunt - and not when he hunted for 'normal' prey, but prey that actually had a conscious and ran and (maybe) fought him back. He missed the adrenaline, he missed the feel of claws and teeth ripping open his flesh when somebody fought back in fear. Their blows were frantic, almost like they were desperate to get Caesar off them. Which was true, he knew, but he liked letting them live long enough to think they still had their life left, before he finished them off and felt them go limp.
But right now, he had a plan. He needed to be higher up in The Typhoon's ranks to be able to achieve his goal, and no matter how much his claws itched to feel somebody writhing beneath them, he had to keep his cool. It was hard, and it was a lot harder to get himself calm when he wasn't able to use powers to expel his emotions. It fucking sucked. So usually he just ended up scratching and punching the walls of his room when he got pissed.
"There a reason you have a stuffed animal, buddy?" Caesar tilted his head as he approached Isoef, an invisible eyebrow raised. Why the hell did the tiger - a tiger, of all animals - have a little stuffed rabbit? Weren't tigers supposed to be strong and tough? The stuffed animal certainly wasn't helping Isoef with that. "And a name and reason you're here?" Might as well get that over with.
Oh, how Caesar longed to dig his claws and teeth into somebody. He missed the thrill of the hunt - and not when he hunted for 'normal' prey, but prey that actually had a conscious and ran and (maybe) fought him back. He missed the adrenaline, he missed the feel of claws and teeth ripping open his flesh when somebody fought back in fear. Their blows were frantic, almost like they were desperate to get Caesar off them. Which was true, he knew, but he liked letting them live long enough to think they still had their life left, before he finished them off and felt them go limp.
But right now, he had a plan. He needed to be higher up in The Typhoon's ranks to be able to achieve his goal, and no matter how much his claws itched to feel somebody writhing beneath them, he had to keep his cool. It was hard, and it was a lot harder to get himself calm when he wasn't able to use powers to expel his emotions. It fucking sucked. So usually he just ended up scratching and punching the walls of his room when he got pissed.
"There a reason you have a stuffed animal, buddy?" Caesar tilted his head as he approached Isoef, an invisible eyebrow raised. Why the hell did the tiger - a tiger, of all animals - have a little stuffed rabbit? Weren't tigers supposed to be strong and tough? The stuffed animal certainly wasn't helping Isoef with that. "And a name and reason you're here?" Might as well get that over with.
'TILL I'M NUMB, 'TILL I'M BLISSFUL !
bio ★ male ★ rogue, no group ★ tags ★ plot with caesar!