10-12-2020, 07:56 PM
⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺
pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled
His slitted gaze peered over at Ezrakel as they spoke. Their nightmares seemed to be haunting. Stryker couldn't imagine the mental turmoil they endured, but then again, he could. His own dreams bashed him similarly. Nevertheless, he kept that to himself. He didn't want to appear weak. Although he would allow himself to come forward and be empathetic, especially in this situation. The Kingpin couldn't help it.
A liar though? The lion's metaphorical brow furrowed. "Dead, you say?" he enthused. His head craned in curiosity, wondering what their mysterious brother died from. "Enlighten me with your truth then." Stryker thought explaining the truth could allow Ezrakel to get whatever this burden was off his chest. "No more lies." He leaned in, eyes staring down the feline. "What happened to your brother, Ezrakel?"
A liar though? The lion's metaphorical brow furrowed. "Dead, you say?" he enthused. His head craned in curiosity, wondering what their mysterious brother died from. "Enlighten me with your truth then." Stryker thought explaining the truth could allow Ezrakel to get whatever this burden was off his chest. "No more lies." He leaned in, eyes staring down the feline. "What happened to your brother, Ezrakel?"
"TALKING"