from the fires we emerge ~

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Stryker's head craned off to the side, eyes narrowing at the stranger. It seemed as if they didn't know where they were at. Perhaps a bad trip or some sleepwalking caused it. Who knew. He sure as hell didn't. Nevertheless, the cocky ass lion proceeded not to necessarily care about the past but instead focus on the now of the situation presented before them. "You're within the Pitt," he said, gesturing around him. "I would of thought someone within our territory would of known that... but it happens more often than you'd think." Sadly, they've grown accustomed to visitors, despite Esklav's 'inclusiveness' and slave-retrieving habits. To him, it was rather ironically hilarious.

"Not sure why you're here," the lion continued slyly. "Need a trip back home, darlin'?" His gaze glanced sideways, eyeing those next to him. "Better say yes before these guys boot ya, along myself, we're not the happiest of bunches." An outreached paw showed his unsheathed claws. Consider it a friendly warning.

//ahh sorry!