the riveting skies / intruder

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  His craned to the side. No snack then? With an unpleased frown, the lion offered a small shrug but continued with his rambling. "That's disappointing," he mentioned back. How dearly he wished for his offer to be taken up by the hellspawn, but then again, he wasn't actively looking. Just in need of someone to keep him busy. As of right now, Snowbound was his main toy, but some side bitches wouldn't be horrible. "I figured you'd be hungry though, sweets. All that time alone is rather displeasing." Shut up, Stryker.

With threats being thrown left and right, the male sharply huffed. "Ridiculous," he lowly muttered under his breath. Truly, he could not comment. It was not his business to go against Esklav's code or Hope's utter thirst for unneeded violence. Thankfully, reassuring words came soon enough.

"One day is good enough," the lion quickly snapped before anyone else did, hoping that his groupmates wouldn't protest against the black tom joining them. More animals, the better. Even if it was for 'a day.'  "Welcome to the Pitt, Nosferatu." He intentionally rolled the newer member's name as he spoke. What an exquisite name! "My name is Stryker, a skald here within Hotel California-" He highly doubted partial stay. Even loners didn't fake join. "-but the rest of these bufoons are capable of introducing themselves, so I won't bother."