08-12-2018, 06:09 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — No one could be worse than that sister-killing son of a bitch? No one? Oh really... Someone who wanted to end another's life so easy and quick was rather boring for his tastes, but if he knew Caesar's doings, he'd give them the benefit of the doubt. Family troubles were complicated. There were probably some daddy issues, sibling favoritism, and he was probably trying his best to get back at Atbash for her 'wrongdoings' or some silly child-related revenge. Even so, Stryker knew he would outplay the competition if there was any, for he knew how to wait for his prey patiently and work slowly to get the results he wanted. Meanwhile, the others wanted to end things quick. Their greed was not justifiable. Yet, they were no different. They both wanted their end goal to go smoothly, except he just did it better than the rest.
For days he had on the edge of the desert's borders with his green eyes peeled, split tongue piling out of his mouth, and his mind racing from within his cave. Yes Man's words had gotten to him. The Pitt would be his redemption arc and he had just the plan to redeem himself. Finally, his moment had came.
The scent of the familiar Snowbound caught his nose, a low growl beginning to emit from the back of his throat. His gaze turned to meet the figure as he lurked in the cave, only to find the mighty leader standing before him with her guard down and prospects on meeting the Pitt's finest. Sadly, Atbash would not receive that. Instead, she would reintroduce herself with Snowbound's cruelest.
White limbs attached to sharp claws emerged from the cave as the lion sauntered his way out, a cocky smirk upon his lips. "Have you come to make your amends, powder puff?" he cooed sweetly. Truly, he doubted that. Stryker knew the lengths that Snowbound would go to and they weren't willing to come to The Pitt to instigate, especially when they weren't ones to enact violence in the first place. Meanwhile... he was. Stryker had strayed so far with the freedom he had recently acquired compared to the Snowbounders. If only they knew...
For days he had on the edge of the desert's borders with his green eyes peeled, split tongue piling out of his mouth, and his mind racing from within his cave. Yes Man's words had gotten to him. The Pitt would be his redemption arc and he had just the plan to redeem himself. Finally, his moment had came.
The scent of the familiar Snowbound caught his nose, a low growl beginning to emit from the back of his throat. His gaze turned to meet the figure as he lurked in the cave, only to find the mighty leader standing before him with her guard down and prospects on meeting the Pitt's finest. Sadly, Atbash would not receive that. Instead, she would reintroduce herself with Snowbound's cruelest.
White limbs attached to sharp claws emerged from the cave as the lion sauntered his way out, a cocky smirk upon his lips. "Have you come to make your amends, powder puff?" he cooed sweetly. Truly, he doubted that. Stryker knew the lengths that Snowbound would go to and they weren't willing to come to The Pitt to instigate, especially when they weren't ones to enact violence in the first place. Meanwhile... he was. Stryker had strayed so far with the freedom he had recently acquired compared to the Snowbounders. If only they knew...