12-12-2018, 06:25 PM
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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] And frankly, she was right. Everyone here was another body to add to his count, slave or dweller. As long as The Pitt had numbers and quality members, he was pleased with their service. With him a leader, no one was ever truly free. Stryker praised freedom for himself but never preached it for the others. It was ironic. A leader was the source of his problems and now he had became the person he once despised (minus the pacifism). Stryker had truly taken pride in it too. The way he spoke was cocky and bittersweet, especially to those he was trying to mock or persuade. Rhiannon just happened to be the first one in awhile to experience such a thing, despite her recent change in status. "Hm, surprised you recognize my voice," he enthused slyly. "There are plenty of other deep voices around here, you know." But none spoke as lively as he did. The ardent promptly took a seat. His long tail wrapped around the base of his paws as his craned off to the side. He couldn't turn a blind eye to someone stroking his ego. "You flatter me too, my dear." He cleared his throat and straightened out as he did so. "A pleasure nonetheless," Stryker continued on. "Rhiannon." Her name rolled off his tongue precisely, but his words were soaked with venom per usual.