ANIMAL IN ME / typhoon cub

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

There was a grim satisfaction in watching Trygve fall to the ground. Caesar raised his head triumphantly, grinning. Perhaps this wasn't something he should take pride in; after all, Trygve was only a kid. But the anger he felt was slowly subsiding as his perceived threat passed out, and finally Caesar relaxed. He was still clearly irritated, but definitely not as much as before. No, now he was irritated at his clanmates, for trying to stop him. For trying to save the damn kid. "Fox cub." Caesar was growling at Aine now. "You're idiotic, protecting that Typhoon scum. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Leave this place, if this makes you so offended." If she didn't want to see someone get injured, then she might as well leave The Pitt as a whole.

A strong burst of wind interrupted the demon however, and he turned around to glare at Gael. "You're going to let her heal this fucker?" He asked, curling his lips back. "He doesn't deserve it." He's lucky I didn't do worse. Caesar could have easily killed the kid, and he wanted everyone to know that. "I don't have to listen to the likes of you." Hell, he didn't even know Gael's name - and honestly, the same likely could be said the same about Caesar. He had vanished for a while and only know was deciding to show his face around again. Before he could say anything else however, the leader of The Pitt decided to show his face.

"The cub was trespassing." Caesar stated in a matter-of-fact tone, almost as if he was trying to defend himself. "Clearly, I handled the situation. Just leave the kid back on The Typhoon's borders." He shrugged, as if that wasn't a big deal.

#psychosocial.