10-30-2018, 03:57 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Axle came into view, diving towards him and coming in for a quick bite of his sweet body. Tanglewood does not get a piece of him. That was reserved for a special someone (or more like someones with his status), but now was not the time to retort back. Stryker moved back and away from Axle. There was no contact made from the leader, but he let out a ravishing hiss in return. A quick swipe of the paw aimed to grab at whatever part of Axle Stryker could, aiming to claw harshly and gash into the other deeply. There were better fish to fry here.
Teeth scraped at his shin, pulling him backwards and his attention away from Morgan. A maned head whipped backwards, staring down 'Sirius' with a furious gaze. How dare he. To think that he accepted this useless prick into the Pitt was disgusting, especially after their betrayal. In the moment, he saw Esklav's reasoning of keeping the clan closed off. Enraged and down on the ground, the ardent would struggle free of the grip and attempted to punt that same paw towards the other male's face, aiming for their eyes. "Fool." Then he would rise to his feet. Stryker would hover over the traitor for a millisecond with fiery eyes. The next second claws flew towards Rozosky. Flashes of jagged white points would relentless aim to dig into his newest victim, aiming for any vital organ or skin he could possibly grab at. For the first time, Stryker was aiming for rash revenge... and enjoying it's harshness.
In the middle of his piss fit, the lion hadn't noticed the spear coming his way. Ice and skin connected. A disdained roar filled the loud environment as he was struck in his upper right shoulder. "MEWLING PIECE OF SHIT," he howled in Morgan's direction. With his attention shifted back to Tanglewood's own, Sirius/Rozosky was off the hook... for now. After regaining his stature, he would rush over towards Morgan again and attempt to knock him over with a forceful push. If successful, claws would rake at his sides and then attempt to travel down onto the other male's stomach. Perhaps if Morgan was down long enough, there would be deep-holed gashes amongst the male's body. That depends on how much he could rip off of Morgan... Truly, there was no pattern to his rage. At this point, he was aiming for anything to get them off his tail (even if it literally meant ripping their skin off in chunks), but HOT DAMN was he enjoying the thrill of it!
[member=155]Morgan[/member] [member=1501]AXLE[/member] [member=2582]A. ROZOVSKY[/member]
/had to end it early
Teeth scraped at his shin, pulling him backwards and his attention away from Morgan. A maned head whipped backwards, staring down 'Sirius' with a furious gaze. How dare he. To think that he accepted this useless prick into the Pitt was disgusting, especially after their betrayal. In the moment, he saw Esklav's reasoning of keeping the clan closed off. Enraged and down on the ground, the ardent would struggle free of the grip and attempted to punt that same paw towards the other male's face, aiming for their eyes. "Fool." Then he would rise to his feet. Stryker would hover over the traitor for a millisecond with fiery eyes. The next second claws flew towards Rozosky. Flashes of jagged white points would relentless aim to dig into his newest victim, aiming for any vital organ or skin he could possibly grab at. For the first time, Stryker was aiming for rash revenge... and enjoying it's harshness.
In the middle of his piss fit, the lion hadn't noticed the spear coming his way. Ice and skin connected. A disdained roar filled the loud environment as he was struck in his upper right shoulder. "MEWLING PIECE OF SHIT," he howled in Morgan's direction. With his attention shifted back to Tanglewood's own, Sirius/Rozosky was off the hook... for now. After regaining his stature, he would rush over towards Morgan again and attempt to knock him over with a forceful push. If successful, claws would rake at his sides and then attempt to travel down onto the other male's stomach. Perhaps if Morgan was down long enough, there would be deep-holed gashes amongst the male's body. That depends on how much he could rip off of Morgan... Truly, there was no pattern to his rage. At this point, he was aiming for anything to get them off his tail (even if it literally meant ripping their skin off in chunks), but HOT DAMN was he enjoying the thrill of it!
[member=155]Morgan[/member] [member=1501]AXLE[/member] [member=2582]A. ROZOVSKY[/member]
/had to end it early