08-26-2018, 12:36 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:GAINSBORO; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]The beings he chose to surround himself with were disgusting things, reeking of sex and violence. But had he any other choice but to be with them? The cycle of abuse ran thick within his blood, demanding payment in the form of endless servitude and mistreatment in the paws of those he pledged his loyalty to. He had done so well that he now rested comfortably at the leader's right hand side; good. That was where he belonged, he now believed, all humbleness aside. He knew he was better. Better than before, and even better than now. Better than the twitchy little shells that breathed too loud and spoke even louder beside him.
Their threats were like toys. Too much of them and it got boring fast. The warpriest would not expect simpletons to understand the phrase in moderation, however, so he ignored them entirely, choosing to address what was happening head-on and without pause. "If you're here to join, say so now. If you're not, leave. If you continue to stay and bite the hand that feeds you, you'll be tucked under the care of Hope." a choice he would rather not have to make, but between him and the untrustworthy form of Stryker, it was easy. His irritation with the hybrid he had engineered beside, the leopon would stare at the pathetic form of Nosferatu nonchalantly.
Their threats were like toys. Too much of them and it got boring fast. The warpriest would not expect simpletons to understand the phrase in moderation, however, so he ignored them entirely, choosing to address what was happening head-on and without pause. "If you're here to join, say so now. If you're not, leave. If you continue to stay and bite the hand that feeds you, you'll be tucked under the care of Hope." a choice he would rather not have to make, but between him and the untrustworthy form of Stryker, it was easy. His irritation with the hybrid he had engineered beside, the leopon would stare at the pathetic form of Nosferatu nonchalantly.