10-02-2018, 06:00 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — As the other male slipped from his claw tips, he pulled away momentarily but remained close to the scene, signaling that he was still suspicious. Stryker, though wanting to show pity, was motivated by outside forces. This was his chance to provide worth to the clan by proving Esklav wrong, despite the moral reason being skewed. Still, he lived for life’s thrill. If this is was the life he truly desired when leaving Snowbound, he couldn’t give up now. Stryker was aroused and pumped up. Unable to give up, he pursued his prey with a leery grin.
Moving forward, the lion kept a close watch on his future victim. ”You’ve ran into the wrong territory then,” he warned with a hiss. ”Much worse lies here.” After all, the Pitt’s cliche was to antagonize everyone else ruthlessly without thought, but he found himself only doing it with meaning. This time it was desire. With that in mind, he continued to inch forwards as the other male did the reverse. Dearly he hoped for Fidelio to start running. Without a fight, this would be rather misleading and would end up being a lowered expectation of what he really expected. He expected too much. Stryker practically lived within an antagonistic, imaginary world of his own benefit. Now if everyone else would just fall into place...
The lion would jolt forward with paws outreached as he flew across the air, aiming to grab at Fidelio’s neck. Daunting class would scrap at the male’s scruff as he attempted to push the canine back towards the ground to attain dominance within the situation presented before them. If he missed his neck, Stryker still hoped to at least grab at another part of his body. If not, he’d skid off to the side and would continue to pursue later. He planned on dogging this dog till he submitted.
//mobile, i’m so sorry for replying late. i had work all weekend.
Moving forward, the lion kept a close watch on his future victim. ”You’ve ran into the wrong territory then,” he warned with a hiss. ”Much worse lies here.” After all, the Pitt’s cliche was to antagonize everyone else ruthlessly without thought, but he found himself only doing it with meaning. This time it was desire. With that in mind, he continued to inch forwards as the other male did the reverse. Dearly he hoped for Fidelio to start running. Without a fight, this would be rather misleading and would end up being a lowered expectation of what he really expected. He expected too much. Stryker practically lived within an antagonistic, imaginary world of his own benefit. Now if everyone else would just fall into place...
The lion would jolt forward with paws outreached as he flew across the air, aiming to grab at Fidelio’s neck. Daunting class would scrap at the male’s scruff as he attempted to push the canine back towards the ground to attain dominance within the situation presented before them. If he missed his neck, Stryker still hoped to at least grab at another part of his body. If not, he’d skid off to the side and would continue to pursue later. He planned on dogging this dog till he submitted.
//mobile, i’m so sorry for replying late. i had work all weekend.