howling for you / open, visiting

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Perhaps had Caesar been here first, there would have been bloodshed. Alas, the savannah wasn't among the first to arrive. He blamed his injuries and mentally cursed up a storm as he limped over, being drawn in by the drama that seemingly hung in the air. The scent of Tanglewood hit his nose and the demon's lips curled, but of course, he made no move. After all, Kydobi was here and was clearly offering the Tangler a chance, as much as Caesar hated that. Since the Ardent was allowing this enemy to speak, there was no need to attack. For now, perhaps.

#psychosocial.