A DATE WITH DEATH // Caesar

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Hearing the she-cat call his name came as a surprise, and Caesar had to take a minute to finally recognize who this feline was. It was his daughter, Aphra, but Caesar didn't lighten up his grip on her. Actually, the fact that she was still in The Typhoon despite his exile only made him angrier. Caesar grit his teeth together upon her saying her name in such a pleading voice and eventually he decided to let her get up. He stood back from her, narrowing his eyes at her while she recollected herself and explained why she was here, of all places.

"Is it true that you attacked Trygve?" At that question, one of Caesar's ears flicked. He subconsciously dug his claws into the ground at the mention of Trygve's name. "So what if it is?" He responded with a shrug, trying to cool himself down. This was his kid, for fuck's sake - but oddly enough, he felt no attachment to her. She was his daughter, nothing more; nothing less. And yet, he couldn't find himself to attack her as much as he wanted to. Aphra seemed horrified at his answer, and he shrugged again. "You can't expect me to have any sort of sympathy for the enemy. Especially from the group that exiled me." He was trying to hint at how disappointed he was at Aphra here. "He was trespassing. I had the right to attack." The fact that he had gotten injured - and nearly killed the second time - by the cub was something he wasn't going to mention.

#psychosocial.