destruction is his game - joining

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] With an autumn festival coming up, Stryker had his mind set out on turkey for their feast. Arguably, it was rather dry compared to other meats, but it was tradition. Finding one this early on was not exactly his goal, but stumbling across the territory and hearing a gobble this early within into autumn was rather surprising. It seemed as if they all came out for their death BEFORE winter left. Nevertheless, the ardent was pleased. It gave him more prep time. Perhaps he could plump this one up over time while keeping them within the prisons. After all, a non-sentient (or so he thought) creature wouldn't know the difference. Still, as the lion watched from afar, he found it odd. They were strangely calm.

The ardent pursued out from the jungle's underbrush, stalking low to the ground. Neon eyes locked on. He was still reluctant to jump until he was closer. "For fucks sake," he spat under his breath. The turkey would most likely hear him and (hopefully) respond.