10-03-2018, 06:08 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Out of all of the tasks he could of been given, Stryker was given the one thing he wanted the least.
Hunting.
Unlike most, Stryker did things that got him recognized for being someone willing to do what it takes, but not someone who did the easy things. He wanted a challenge. Not this bullshit. Foolishly, he tried to take another spin on things. As previously expressed plenty of times, the lion lived off of thrill and hunting provided nothing besides... well... nothing. Then again, he wasn't grateful. His ignorance would prove him wrong for now, but for now he was going to interpret things differently.
Stryker was not present for his ignorance. Instead, there laid a pile of furry remnants next to his den. While this was not real fur, the anger behind it was rather concerning. The Slaver had managed to gather a pile of children's stuffed animals, successfully ripping them to shreds within minutes. Synthetic fiber batting caught the air, stuffing being spread across the group's territory as it did so. Googly eyes stared up at the sky in horror. Slashed stuffed animal arms and paws reached upwards, pleading for their release from this cruel man's grip, but ultimately their small adorable lives were taken.
How petty.
// unsure what to do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hunting.
Unlike most, Stryker did things that got him recognized for being someone willing to do what it takes, but not someone who did the easy things. He wanted a challenge. Not this bullshit. Foolishly, he tried to take another spin on things. As previously expressed plenty of times, the lion lived off of thrill and hunting provided nothing besides... well... nothing. Then again, he wasn't grateful. His ignorance would prove him wrong for now, but for now he was going to interpret things differently.
Stryker was not present for his ignorance. Instead, there laid a pile of furry remnants next to his den. While this was not real fur, the anger behind it was rather concerning. The Slaver had managed to gather a pile of children's stuffed animals, successfully ripping them to shreds within minutes. Synthetic fiber batting caught the air, stuffing being spread across the group's territory as it did so. Googly eyes stared up at the sky in horror. Slashed stuffed animal arms and paws reached upwards, pleading for their release from this cruel man's grip, but ultimately their small adorable lives were taken.
How petty.
// unsure what to do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯