A DATE WITH DEATH // Caesar

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Aphra doesn't get it. That was disappointing, to say the least. Caesar was disgusted by how soft his daughter had turned and he lashed out at her in anger. The feeling of his claws breaking her skin felt good and this strange sense of pride washed over him as he watched Aphra stumble back in pain. She began to plead at him to stop and Caesar let out a snort at her words. "I have no children." No, all of his kids were clearly pussies - both literally and figuratively. Horizon wasn't a feline, but he had no drive to murder those in cold blood; Gordon, Fakhira, and Billiam were far too pathetic to even be considered a Cipher, and Aphra was now proving that she was the same. At one point, she was Caesar's favorite child, that was true. But it was clear that she did not care for him the moment she stayed in The Typhoon after he was exiled.

"Leave before I rip you from limb-to-limb." Caesar hissed. The oriental longhair only blinked at him in surprise, tears slowly falling down her face. With another disgusted snort, Caesar tried to lash out at her again, but Aphra was able to scramble to her paws and flee. Caesar watched her leave with satisfaction, before a frown formed on his maw as soon as she left his field of vision. Truthfully, he wanted to love her as he once did, but no... Aphra made her choice in staying in The Typhoon and he was going to make sure she regretted it.

#psychosocial.