BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. GROUP TBA. RANK TBA.

It has been... a while since he has been here, to say the least. The last time the Savannah was here, Pincher was still leader and Goldenluxury - that ungrateful little bitch - was still a Quartermaster. He had been exiled for attempting to challenge Baku to the position, and attacked Pincher when the canine tried stopping him.

So what made Caesar think he would be welcome now? Well first off, the demon didn’t think that those who knew him were still here. It would be a brand new start, so to speak. New people to manipulate,  new people to hurt. A small grin slowly formed upon Caesar’s face as he made his way towards The Typhoon, strolling up to the gate that separated him and his former home.

Caesar sat down, wrapping his long tail around his paws. He knew somebody should be here eventually; there was no need to ring the bell and alert Typhooners of his presence. Besides, the silence would buy him time to plot things out, unlike the last time he was here.

#psychosocial.