11-09-2018, 08:14 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Dante's words were true. Valkyr was a temporary leader in place of Esklav's absence, signaling they had great intent for their group, but yet, they betrayed the Pitt. By leaving when Stryker took lead, Valkyr had signaled their discontent. Obviously, the lion was pissed. Unnerved and ready to throw a shitfit, the male had set out on hunting down the former slave till his legs grew tired. Luckily, he had a lot of energy. After hours of searching one desperate night, he came across the familiar scent within the Ascendants and happened to find the former leader within their midst. Unknowing of what lurked in the shadows, Valkyr was oblivious as Stryker encircled him. Soon, the ardent had him in his grasp and managed to drag him back to the Pitt so he could serve his rightful sentence.
Not only were his memories erased, but Valkyr had been brainwashed. "He's clueless," the lion mentioned to the two. "Tabula rasa." Otherwise known as 'blank slate' in Latin. With a clean conscious, Valkyr was going to be unwillingly manipulated into Stryker's newest projects, but this one was not going to end clean. The ardent's motives were shifting. Unlike the others, the sha was not going to have a redemption arc, but instead dig a deeper hole for themselves and be stuck in this endless loop of agony that Stryker controlled. Eventually, their former leader would be a hollow shell. Valkyr was soon to be cold and calculating, leading an ever-so frightful, hollow life of their own.
At Valkyr's words, slitted orbs grazed over to meet the Sha's own gaze. "This is your punishment. Leave your unknown past behind and don't pick up the pieces." If that happened to be the case, there would be a confounding variable in his little experiment that could possibly send things in the wrong suggestion. "I suggest you don't speak or object to my command, otherwise your punishment will get worse though." A cruel glimmer worthy of the devil's praise glimmered within his gaze. Perhaps negative reinforcement would work better this time around...
Not only were his memories erased, but Valkyr had been brainwashed. "He's clueless," the lion mentioned to the two. "Tabula rasa." Otherwise known as 'blank slate' in Latin. With a clean conscious, Valkyr was going to be unwillingly manipulated into Stryker's newest projects, but this one was not going to end clean. The ardent's motives were shifting. Unlike the others, the sha was not going to have a redemption arc, but instead dig a deeper hole for themselves and be stuck in this endless loop of agony that Stryker controlled. Eventually, their former leader would be a hollow shell. Valkyr was soon to be cold and calculating, leading an ever-so frightful, hollow life of their own.
At Valkyr's words, slitted orbs grazed over to meet the Sha's own gaze. "This is your punishment. Leave your unknown past behind and don't pick up the pieces." If that happened to be the case, there would be a confounding variable in his little experiment that could possibly send things in the wrong suggestion. "I suggest you don't speak or object to my command, otherwise your punishment will get worse though." A cruel glimmer worthy of the devil's praise glimmered within his gaze. Perhaps negative reinforcement would work better this time around...