CASTLE / typhoon cub

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Caesar couldn't care less about the reason why Trygve was here. Quite frankly, the demon was sick and tired of people seeing The Pitt was pushovers and as some sort of sanctuary. It was disgusting, a god damn disgrace to what they should be known for. Styker would not have liked how his group had become. Caesar didn't like how the group had become. Caesar was shocked when Trygve dodged his attack, stumbling a bit as he tried to get to his paws. During the time he had to recover though, it gave Trygve time to get ahold of his tail with fiery jaws - though he didn't exactly feel any pain. His body certainly reacted as it should, however, blood welling out of the wound that Trygve had made.

Caesar would learn this later, but the cub had taken his tail - he assumed that Trygve had just snapped the damn thing at first, seeing as he couldn't really feel that portion of his body right now. He had no time to react as the Typhoonite's paws slammed down on his hind leg, and unlike his tail, Caesar knew the cub had snapped the bone - but only because he heard it, not felt it. Although the entire back half of his body was going numb, the adrenaline rush was enough to cause Caesar to force himself to try and lash out at one of TRYGVE's forepaws. Though Gael knocking him over with wind may cause the savannah's attempt to miss.

Caesar looked back towards Aine and Gael, only to see Kydobi leaping at him. The Ardent got his scruff, almost as if he was a kitten, which only made Caesar even more pissed off. Although there was blood welling from the wound Kydobi made, Caesar paid no mind to it. It wasn't like he could feel the pain, after all, even if his body wanted to pass out from everything that was happening to him. In a last, frantic attempt to protect himself, flames slowly started up on Caesar's fur as he tried to burn KYDOBI's mouth. Caesar knew this body was trying to shut down, but he was going to make it stay conscious for as long as he could. But he definitely could taste blood in his mouth, and to be quite truthful, he wasn't sure if it was from the attacks everyone made against him, or if it was his subconscious fighting back. Either way, Caesar was trying his god damn hardest to protect himself now.

He didn't care who he was attacking at this point. What mattered now was staying alive.

#psychosocial.