in the lap of the gods || MURDER

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Ever since The Pitt had taken over Snowbound, Caesar wanted to be apart of the group. However, at the time, he had still been an Officer in The Typhoon and of course he was too proud of that fact to leave them. The Pitt was known for their brutality, their mercilessness. Perhaps it was no surprise that Caesar found himself walking towards The Pitt almost immediately after being exiled. At least here he could feel at home. At least here he could do whatever he pleased and didn't have to feel tied down by restrictions. Pincher prided himself on the fact that The Typhoon had no rules and people were free to do whatever they wished.

Ha, that was a lie. If you went slightly out of line, Pincher would punish you. He had a 'three strikes and you're out' policy and unfortunately Caesar reached his three strikes. So much for 'freedom'. No, true freedom was here in The Pitt, where there were no bars held against you - unless you were a slave, of course. In fact, Caesar loved the idea of having a slave of his own. Now that was something that would get you punished in The Typhoon. A shame, really. But The Typhoon didn't need to be known for the same reasons as The Pitt; it was what made The Pitt unique, after all.

Of course, the scent of blood lured Caesar over, his mouth slightly agape to draw in the smell. It was strong, but that was to be expected; they were just recently murdered, after all. The savannah came to stand next to Kilgore, his right ear flicking at the child's question. "Stryker clearly murdered them." Caesar answered flatly, as if his response was normal to that type of question. "Got a specific reason?" Now Caesar was directing the question towards the lion before him, his black gaze gleaming as he stared at Stryker.

#psychosocial.