MR STRYKER I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD / dye

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

On the other hand, Caesar felt quite differently about the clan he found himself in. To him, The Pitt was everything The Typhoon was trying to be: rough, tough, and mean. The Pitt was merciless and ruthless, already ready to cause trouble. While The Typhoon did occasionally cause trouble, Caesar felt as if he had to act a certain way there. After all, Pincher had a three strike rule and Caesar unfortunately reached three strikes. But of course, the demon was happy now, since he almost immediately went to join The Pitt. Catching a whiff of the scent of the clan he was formerly apart of, Caesar followed it. The scent had a trace of Goldenluxury and anger filled the Dweller as he went on, the fur on his neck bristling.

However, when he arrived on the scene, Goldenluxury was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was Stryker, almost covered in purple paint. Seeing the leader in such a way made Caesar relax and the demon couldn't help the snort that escaped him. "Feeling a little violet today, Stryker?" He mused, his tail tip flicking back and forth.

#psychosocial.