EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE // joining

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. CLAN. RANK.

Oh, how Caesar was pissed. The demon made his way towards The Pitt with a scowl on his face, claws digging into the sand as he walked. Black blood occasionally dripped from the deep wound on his chest, though he didn't seem to realize it was there. But oh, he knew. Pincher had attacked him and caused him to black out and promptly exiled him from The Typhoon. Fine. The former Head Officer growled to himself. I know a place where I will truly be accepted. The Pitt was ruthless, living a life where there were no rules. A place where Caesar would be happy.

The savannah stopped at the border, his tail tip flicking as he waited for somebody to approach him. Perhaps he should have hid the scent of The Typhoon on him but he figured he could just explain why he was here. To which he did, "Before you try to attack me." He cleared his throat, hoping to catch the attention of someone. "I was exiled from The Typhoon. I'm here to join."

#psychosocial.