from the fires we emerge ~

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — So quick to trust. Stryker, once being in the same exact situation of having nowhere else to go, understood and sympathized with her need to stay within the Pitt. The slaver’s head craned to the side nevertheless. ”I see,” he commented dully. In fact, he was still interested in the past, but the lion was also starting to wonder what had made her get here so easily. If only she knew... Welp. That options obviously screwed. Looks like it’ll be an unsolved curiosity of his, maybe Ember’s own too. Nevertheless, where endings stopped, new beginnings start.

”You haven’t even told us your name, dear,” he cockily added back. Her ferocious tone was quite pleasing and the fire within her eyes after she determined her position was quite pleasing to him. Their newest Pittian was quite a hoot. The brute relaxed a few, his tone easing up. ”Name’s Stryker, Slaver of the Pitt.” A nonchalant wink shot in her direction before he continued. He was always a cocky ladys man (or men, he didn’t discriminate) and this behavior was very common of him. Eccentric was his middle name.

”You are?” Hopefully, they would share.

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