08-23-2018, 06:41 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]He was surprised not to see Stryker's ugly mug lurking around someplace, but he was probably off tormenting someone like the sadistic bastard that he was. Maybe Floris didn't have room to talk, though, seeing as if he had the opportunity, he'd yank the lion's teeth out and feed them to him with glee. Unfortunately, it hadn't cropped up yet, and so the dragon lingered in a corner, gaze sweeping the room. At least Atbash was on her feet. After he lost his eye, it had been a struggle to adjust, and she'd been paralyzed, so her muscles had probably atrophied a bit, enough to make things more difficult than before. His good mandible drew tight against his jaw, her announcements barely registering. He was given a title, though given the state of Snowbound, he didn't deserve it. They did things strangely here.
A promotion. A big one, presumably. Second-in-command. Right.
Exhaling, he rolled plated shoulders as much as his carapace allowed, though he didn't move from the corner. Just in case Stryker wanted to make a last minute entrance.
A promotion. A big one, presumably. Second-in-command. Right.
Exhaling, he rolled plated shoulders as much as his carapace allowed, though he didn't move from the corner. Just in case Stryker wanted to make a last minute entrance.
[align=center][div style="font-size:20.3pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px"]WAR IS MY LIFE; IT'S IN MY BONES[div style="font-size:8.5pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:georgia;margin-bottom:5px"][align=center]MEMBER OF NOWHERE & BIO & DAMAGED & DETERMINATOR