10-12-2020, 08:07 PM
⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺
pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled
The sound of violently snapping jaws alerted the leader, causing his head to snap in the direction of the chaos. He sauntered towards the noise. Neon hues surveyed the land. His gaze caught on a rather long stranger in the distance. A low growl sounded out from his throat as he grew closer, sulking underneath the underbrush. Trespasser? Enemy? Joiner? Stryker didn't know... and he didn't like that.
The Kingpin crept up from behind. Usually he would allow them to speak, but with the recent drama within The Pitt, he wasn't feeling so accepting of random visitors. Needless to say, the lion moved quick. Stryker jolted out from the bushes, aiming to jump onto their back and dig his claws into the hybrid's shoulder. His attempt was a trial at pushing them to the floor in an attempt at pinning them. Whether successful or not, he let out a growl. "Who are you, buttercup?" Snark cockiness filled his tone. He wasn't playing any games today.
The Kingpin crept up from behind. Usually he would allow them to speak, but with the recent drama within The Pitt, he wasn't feeling so accepting of random visitors. Needless to say, the lion moved quick. Stryker jolted out from the bushes, aiming to jump onto their back and dig his claws into the hybrid's shoulder. His attempt was a trial at pushing them to the floor in an attempt at pinning them. Whether successful or not, he let out a growl. "Who are you, buttercup?" Snark cockiness filled his tone. He wasn't playing any games today.
"TALKING"