PINEAPPLES ARE IN MY HEAD // Pittian visitors

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Ah, here he was. Caesar vaguely recalled that his brother, Vigenere, was here in Tanglewood - but honestly, the demon knew that Vigenere didn't know that he had been exiled from The Typhoon. Therefore, he was safe. Besides, Caesar also knew that The Pitt would be more willing to defend him than The Typhoon would ever be; at least in The Pitt, he was respected.

The savannah slunk about the swamp, his ears trained to the ground before him. Last time he had been here, he got caught in one of Beck's traps - and actually still had the scar the trap caused on his hind leg, as well as a scar from where Zimavich bit him. Caesar unfortunately didn't learn from his last experience here, and let out a yowl of surprise as he was suddenly flung into the air, being dragged by a string. The demon's hind leg was caught and he was forced to be hanging upside down. He tried swinging about, though he wasn't able to get himself loose. In fact, the movement made him feel sick.

"Somebody get me the fuck down!" Caesar called out, a growl rising in his throat as he yelled. Perhaps if he wasn't so angry at himself or could focus properly, he may have realized that fire elementals likely would have caused the trap to burn and release him.

//Please wait for at least one (1) other Pittian to post!

#psychosocial.