STRYKER ☣ COTC ☣ KINGPIN
Luckily for Ezrakel, there was quite a size different between Stryker and his dead brother. The Kingpin settled down beside the feline following their greeting, offering a nod in retaliation. "Ezra," he restated. The name was quite fitting. "It would be my pleasure to call you that." Thankfully, they were comfortable with it too. After all, some others didn't like his nicknames, notably Goldenluxury and Caesar. Those were mocking though. The Kingpin enjoyed getting cocky and pushing someone's buttons every now and then.
His ears pinned to the back of his head. In truth, he preferred working throughout the day and wandering the beaches, but tonight was a different occasion. "Suppose not," the lion muttered. "I'm going to blame it on the lady though. Sometimes her animal skins get itchy." His tone was lined with sarcasm. Ninazu's blanket skins were actually quite warm. Somewhat disturbing... but comfy! With a sigh though, he continued on seriously. "Ah, but, in truth, just letting myself think for awhile." There was no god for him to pray for, nor stars to ask questions to. All he had was himself. Stryker was alone with his thoughts and his fate laid within his own paws.
Slitted eyes turned their attention to Ezrakel. "How about yourself? Why are you up so late, my friend?" He couldn't help but assume they were stargazing or pondering about their existance. Truly, the lion wouldn't know though. Although he could actually manipulate and read an animal's mind with permission, he'd rather not. That provoked mistrust.
His ears pinned to the back of his head. In truth, he preferred working throughout the day and wandering the beaches, but tonight was a different occasion. "Suppose not," the lion muttered. "I'm going to blame it on the lady though. Sometimes her animal skins get itchy." His tone was lined with sarcasm. Ninazu's blanket skins were actually quite warm. Somewhat disturbing... but comfy! With a sigh though, he continued on seriously. "Ah, but, in truth, just letting myself think for awhile." There was no god for him to pray for, nor stars to ask questions to. All he had was himself. Stryker was alone with his thoughts and his fate laid within his own paws.
Slitted eyes turned their attention to Ezrakel. "How about yourself? Why are you up so late, my friend?" He couldn't help but assume they were stargazing or pondering about their existance. Truly, the lion wouldn't know though. Although he could actually manipulate and read an animal's mind with permission, he'd rather not. That provoked mistrust.
THE WEAK ONES ARE THERE TO JUSTIFY THE STRONG
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU
— Reggan