10-21-2020, 08:21 PM
⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺
pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled
Oh how long had it been? Two years? Yeah, that sounded about right. Stryker had waited two years to take down this incessant feline, even after obliterating their little clan known as 'Snowbound.' To find that they were still alive and kicking in Elysium was quite a surprise too. With the help of Atbash's brother, Caesar, the lion eventually tracked down the girl and formed a plan.
Waiting in the shadows, the Kingpin listened as they talked. He couldn't help but cackle from underneath the underbrush at Caesar's smooth talk. Stryker was surprised she could not see through his lies by now, but maybe he had over estimated his old rival, especially in her old age. With an eye roll, he continued to listen. 'Vigenere,' rang within his ears and for a moment he lulled over the Tanglewood leader's name. Then a plan struck. So did his cue though.
Jolting out from the bushes, Stryker attempted to whack her onto the floor. With a smirk, he'd then pull her up from the ground with his claws digging into her scruff. "Miss me, Atbash?" he cooed bittersweetly. Instantly, he tried to slam her onto the ground with his large paw pressing on her chest. If enough pressure was applied, he'd potentially break her ribs and leave claw marks on her chest. "We need to talk."
Waiting in the shadows, the Kingpin listened as they talked. He couldn't help but cackle from underneath the underbrush at Caesar's smooth talk. Stryker was surprised she could not see through his lies by now, but maybe he had over estimated his old rival, especially in her old age. With an eye roll, he continued to listen. 'Vigenere,' rang within his ears and for a moment he lulled over the Tanglewood leader's name. Then a plan struck. So did his cue though.
Jolting out from the bushes, Stryker attempted to whack her onto the floor. With a smirk, he'd then pull her up from the ground with his claws digging into her scruff. "Miss me, Atbash?" he cooed bittersweetly. Instantly, he tried to slam her onto the ground with his large paw pressing on her chest. If enough pressure was applied, he'd potentially break her ribs and leave claw marks on her chest. "We need to talk."
"TALKING"