11-29-2018, 06:29 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] //throws hands @ y'all bc you are both great and shouldn't doubt yourselves >(
From afar scurrying could be heard among the territory and prompted the ardent to turn his nose to the sky, subconsciously noting that neither trespasser was from the Pitt. The more, the better the challenge. Plus, who didn't like a few extra slaves around the place? Stryker began to prowl throughout the jungle's underbrush, neon eyes narrowing as he observed his surroundings. As he grew closer, a salty smell overwhelmed his senses and fierce hissing grated at his ear drums. His best bet was two loners duking it out. The ardent grew forward more, the two soon coming into vision. One laid on the floor, blood seeping from their sides and mumbling a name, indicating that this was not some random battle for the world's best prey. This was personal. He didn't care though and proceeded forward. They were still trespassing and needed to be properly taught a lesson from a figure much larger than the both of them.
It would be smarter to go after the weaker one first. Out from the bushes, the lion emerged and was diving in the direction of Washington. Outstretched claws aimed to put force into the stranger, causing them to possibly fall over his weight again. If successful, this would also prevent the bite from transferring to Honeyguide. Momentarily, it may seem like the lion was attempting save to Honeyguide. The help was deceiving, of course, as his next target was the one he was essentially helping out. One down, one to go.
From afar scurrying could be heard among the territory and prompted the ardent to turn his nose to the sky, subconsciously noting that neither trespasser was from the Pitt. The more, the better the challenge. Plus, who didn't like a few extra slaves around the place? Stryker began to prowl throughout the jungle's underbrush, neon eyes narrowing as he observed his surroundings. As he grew closer, a salty smell overwhelmed his senses and fierce hissing grated at his ear drums. His best bet was two loners duking it out. The ardent grew forward more, the two soon coming into vision. One laid on the floor, blood seeping from their sides and mumbling a name, indicating that this was not some random battle for the world's best prey. This was personal. He didn't care though and proceeded forward. They were still trespassing and needed to be properly taught a lesson from a figure much larger than the both of them.
It would be smarter to go after the weaker one first. Out from the bushes, the lion emerged and was diving in the direction of Washington. Outstretched claws aimed to put force into the stranger, causing them to possibly fall over his weight again. If successful, this would also prevent the bite from transferring to Honeyguide. Momentarily, it may seem like the lion was attempting save to Honeyguide. The help was deceiving, of course, as his next target was the one he was essentially helping out. One down, one to go.