give me direct support || egg, open

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Caesar barely had any time to react to the sand underneath his paws becoming slick, which only caused him to sink into the mud that Rosemary had created. The demon winced as he felt the mud touch his wounds, a burning sensation briefly flickering through his body. Yeah, he should probably get those wounds checked soon, if he didn't want to risk infection. Caesar tried to struggle out of the mud as much as he could, although his attempts were feeble and only ended up getting more stuck. Every time he moved, that burning sensation returned and lingered a bit more as he stayed in the mud, and the Officer grit his teeth together.

"Imagine having to deal with some baby dragon who could possibly eat our asses." Caesar retorted back with a growl, narrowing his eyes at Greed. He heard Roxanne and Rosemary's comments of course, but he just choose to focus on Greed right now. "I, for one, don't want to deal with another possible feral creature on my ass." He would rather not get eaten. It was a damn miracle that he survived the raptor attack.

#psychosocial.