keep them listening || WENDELL'S PUBLIC TORTURE

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Wendell was once boastful. Ripping out his eyes would do nothing truly, at least in Stryker's mind. Despite Caesar's preferences, the teeth displayed a specific message to Wendell, along with his counterparts in Sunhaven. After all, if Wendell would of never spoke up in the middle of his takeover, there would of been a lack of escapees. The wolverine's first outspoken cry for their freedom caused his downfall. As a result, he would never speak again. Was it cruel? Of course. Did he regret it? No. Those that wronged him deserved to suffer.

There had to be now. With Wendell's word, the ivory lion moved ahead with his plans. In a moment of silence, he produced a plain piece of scroll parchment and began to write. A bloodied claw acted as his pen. Meanwhile, his large paw was his signature.

'Greetings Sunhaven,

Thank you for taking part in The Typhoon's raid against the Pitt. The Pitt enjoyed plowing all of you into the desert sand. My white fur was stained with crimson for days! Afterwards, I hope you enjoyed our lovely shitstorm from our avian friends. Marina did not enjoy that... Can't blame her though. Next time you do take action against us though, you will gladly be receiving the full force of The Pitt.

You've been warned.

Be more careful next time,
Stryker

P.S. Hello Buckingham...'

Once finished, a neon gaze shifted off to the side in search of materials. Mischievous hues landed on the teeth. Out of the pile, he picked the sharpest two. His other paw hovered back over towards the wolverine, aiming to pick him up by the scruff and observe him momentarily. Where could he fit such a note? After a few moments, Stryker let out a satisfied grunt and dropped the smaller creature back onto the floor. He would land with his left side up. The ivory lion wouldn't bother pinning him down this time, as it seemed as if he had finally succumbed to the pain. "I'm calling this one..." He paused to think. "... Blind-sided." A second later, a note was throw onto the wolverine's side and was nailed into Wendell's skin with his own teeth. It was quick, but definitely not painless.

Bloodied paws finally pulled away. "And we're done," he enthused with a crooked smile. "If you would like to go back home, you may now... Unless you'd like to soak in your own tears for awhile?" As long as his note was delivered, he was satisfied.