CASTLE / typhoon cub

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Ever since Trygve had come here the first time, Caesar had certainly been causing a scene in front of his fellow Pittians. Perhaps it was because he knew he could get away with it, or maybe it was simply because he didn't care. Maybe both, but he was certainly causing trouble for his clanmates ever since then. He was looking for trouble at this point, and that would explain why he was around to hear Trygve's calls. Although he didn't recognize the kid's voice at first, Caesar was curious as to why some stranger was calling out specifically for Kydobi, Aine, and Gael.

Anger surged through the savannah as he realized who this fucker was, and he felt his own flames flare up (metaphorically, at least). There was a tang of blood in the air, which only fueled Caesar's desire to spill the kid's guts. As he came closer, a sneer appeared on the demons maw as he tried pushing AINE away from Trygve. "Back for more, are ya?" Caesar spoke. Regardless of whether or not he was able push Aine away from the Typhoonite, Caesar once again tried to leap at TRYGVE, this time aiming to rake his claws across the kid's face.

#psychosocial.