RIP AND SMASH THROUGH THE HORNET'S NEST // o, joining

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Holy shit, he was exhausted. The trek from the desert was tiring to say the least, not to mention Caesar already had a bad habit of not taking care of his mortal body anyway. His previous savannah body had died of its wounds a while back and Caesar left it to the vultures in The Pitt, where he promptly possessed another savannah body. He had to be comfortable, of course, and he refused to possess any other sort of feline body unless he absolutely had to.

Unfortunately, this left the dream demon spiritually drained. Caesar wasn't sure where the hell he was heading at this point and he collapsed a few paces from The Elysium's border. His mind was whirlling and he couldn't tell if he was standing up or laying down at this point. Honestly, he just... wanted to sleep right now. But he was at the very least safe from The Pitt and that's all that mattered to him right now.

#psychosocial.