united under our indifferences — stryker

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Mimicking a sigh back at Victor, the lion let himself relax. His tuft fell but his claws remained. He wasn’t so trusting just yet. If this stranger was going to prove to be a threat, he wouldn’t be the one with a late start. Victor seemed genuine about his intentions of why he was wandering within the territory, so the slaver would give him that. ”I see,” he inquired curiously. ”You’re quite far from home now...” A cocky smirk crawled up upon his maw. ”And that’s fishy.” Queue the laugh track! Unlike before with ‘fish face’, his tone was more lighthearted and he was willing to play along with the situation. If he could gain an ally, what was there to lose?

A lost soul, how funny. ”You’re in the Pitt,” Stryker explained. To someone familiar with the lands, they would of known that, but this one seemed oblivious. More chances to fuck around. ”Your home- I assume- is that way.” His paw gestured east. Victor must of came a little bit too far west and missed the beach. That’s too bad, but at least they had plenty of sand also. ”Ill walk you there myself so you have company.” Truthfully, his intent was to watch over their unannounced visitor to make sure he wasn’t doing anything suspicious, but he was not going to say that.

With a click of his tongue, the lion began to trail off. ”Let’s go, fi-...” His words faded off. ”I don’t believe I ever caught your name, sir?” If it was fucking fish related, Stryker’s mind would be blown.

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