12-11-2018, 06:53 PM
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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Stryker had struggled with a similar idea within Snowbound. Their pacifism, to him, was almost as restricting to slavery to him. The endless rules and the unnecessary prodding were a very familiar thing. Still, it was not slavery. Despite sympathizing with the idea somehow, even if he was the one creating the rules for such a thing, his experience would never be equivalent to theirs. The ardent needed workers, loyal or not, and it just happened to be that the slaves were his best option at the moment. Removing them would remove apart of the clan's economy. For now, they would have to remain, but one by one they were becoming loyal (somehow) members. Clouded eyes met his attention. The confident woman was unfamiliar to him. Rather, he was unaware what she had done and would soon find out who she truly was. What was done was done though. Willingly, the lion walked over. "Good morning, my lovely lady," he echoed lightly. His eyes wandered deliriously. There was no need to hide his observations. "Aren't you looking divine today." She couldn't tell if he was smiling or not, so he wasn't smiling genuinely. All that appeared on his lips was a smirk. "What's your name?"