10-26-2020, 06:39 PM
The crackle of the floor below him caused Stryker to pause, but it was too late, Vigenere had caught on. His simple, questioning greeting rang out. 'Hello?' There was no time to mess around. Exposed, the lion crept forward within the underbrush with his neon gaze focused on the smaller feline. Alabaster claws unhinged from their sockets. Rounded ears laid flat against his skull and his muscles begin to tense as he leaned back on his hind legs. In a swift movement, his tension sprung loose and the lion dove forward. Stryker attempted to land his front paws sharply on the leader's neck, pinning him to the floor with ease. From there, if successful, he'd take his right paw and grab Vigenere forcefully by the scruff and raise him to be eye to eye with the Kingpin.
Slitted eyes locked with the Luminary's. A wicked smile curled up on his maw, delighted that they could finally meet. "Vigenere," came his coo. His claws aimed to dig further in the male's scruff. "Your siblings have told me so much about you." His head leaned in further, coming mere millimeters away from touching noses with the other leader. Neon hues stared deeply into Vigenere's own gaze, hoping to catch any glimpse of fear or hesitance within him. Perhaps even a realization of who he was. Whatever the reaction, Stryker was satisfied. His goal had been achieved and the fall of Tanglewood and The Typhoon was on it's way.
With a huff, intentionally blowing hot air into the domestic feline's face, the lion continued on with his spiel. "I don't think we've formally met though," he continued. A capturer didn't have to be formal, especially one of high ranking, but Stryker preferred to be polite before he destroyed their dignity. It gave a false pretense. "My name is Stryker, exile of many and leader of the Coalition of the Condemned." With his available paw, he'd threateningly linger his claw over the luminary's eye after slightly pulling away. A snicker left him.
Finally attempting to touch noses with his hot breath running down Vigenere's face, his gaze narrowed. The Kingpin's playful demeaner faded. "But I am also now the leader of Tanglewood." Stryker craned his head to the side. "Understand me, Cipher?"
Slitted eyes locked with the Luminary's. A wicked smile curled up on his maw, delighted that they could finally meet. "Vigenere," came his coo. His claws aimed to dig further in the male's scruff. "Your siblings have told me so much about you." His head leaned in further, coming mere millimeters away from touching noses with the other leader. Neon hues stared deeply into Vigenere's own gaze, hoping to catch any glimpse of fear or hesitance within him. Perhaps even a realization of who he was. Whatever the reaction, Stryker was satisfied. His goal had been achieved and the fall of Tanglewood and The Typhoon was on it's way.
With a huff, intentionally blowing hot air into the domestic feline's face, the lion continued on with his spiel. "I don't think we've formally met though," he continued. A capturer didn't have to be formal, especially one of high ranking, but Stryker preferred to be polite before he destroyed their dignity. It gave a false pretense. "My name is Stryker, exile of many and leader of the Coalition of the Condemned." With his available paw, he'd threateningly linger his claw over the luminary's eye after slightly pulling away. A snicker left him.
Finally attempting to touch noses with his hot breath running down Vigenere's face, his gaze narrowed. The Kingpin's playful demeaner faded. "But I am also now the leader of Tanglewood." Stryker craned his head to the side. "Understand me, Cipher?"