Approaching the shore, neon green eyes searched the horizon. His slitted gaze momentarily paused on a figure. Their golden hue was familiar and unforgettable, causing a smirk to rise on his lips. Now this was a surprise. With their violent disdain for Snowbound, Stryker and Caesar successfully tookover Snowbound and proceeded to burn it to the ground. While the lion enjoyed the feline’s fiery attitude, he wondered if their loyalty would remain to the Coalition of the Condemned. After all, they both betrayed their home. What would prevent Caesar doing the same? Perhaps going after Aphra or Vingenere? Stryker did have the pleasure to meet them before. With that in mind, perhaps they could strike a deal for their head... Caesar always had an ulterior motive.

The horned lion grew close, stopping where the grass met the sand. His head craned to the side. "Why, it's been awhile," he reminisced. "I suppose you could join us, Spots." Stryker wondered if he could be used as an espionage, but the Kingpin didn't know Caesar had been practically exiled from every other group. That would come to no surprise to Stryker in the future.

His gaze narrowed. Something didn't feel right though. His people had been told to stay low and out of sight. Even so, there were always ways of finding the Condemned by exploring the seas or finding the miscreants of the groups. After all, Stryker had to find them somehow. They were a safe haven, far from the mainland. Animals would kill to be here. Nonetheless, he couldn't shove his curiosity away and figured he had to ask. "But I must know, how did you hear of us?" the Kingpin mentioned. "We're not exactly the easiest to find, you know."

THERE SHE STOOD IN THE DOORWAY

Solveig had been thinking to herself wondering which group she could start spying within though her father had spoken about how they should keep a low profile at the moment so not to bring attention to themselves quite yet. They had to be smart and tactful, her ears twitched at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and that of her father, she turned slowly in that direction wondering who her father was speaking to. A tomcat. Inwardly gagging, the lioness shuffled her paws for a moment before walking over and brushing up against Stryker's side with her fiery gaze locked onto Caesar. She lifted a nonexistent eyebrow at the feline with her tail lashing behind her only to hear what her father had inquired of how Caesar had found out about them, Solveig found her voice and spoke with a low growl following her own rather demanding inquiry "Yes. How did you find out?" Her snout wrinkling. Had one of their clanmates run off somewhere? Her brothers? They were a lot more... Clumsier than her. So perhaps.

Caesar Cipher. A name to remember though she was sure that she'd get bored of this Cipher one day and he would be thrown out to the side like rubbish. Her whiskers twitched at the thought but Solveig remained rigid and ready to strike if need be even if her body was simply tense. The woman supposed that she should introduce herself to this joiner, with a sigh slipping from her lips did the Espionage speak once more "I am Solveig Ignis-Harbinger." Though, she mainly went by Solveig Ignis... For her own reasons and it made spying a lot easier than directly spitting out the surname Harbinger. It was her mother's name. The memory of her mother saddening her a bit though she did not utter another word. 

Stryker just smirked in response. Oh please. 'Spots' was nowhere near as bad as his other nicknames. Caesar, despite almost being away from him for two years, should know that the albino lion was prone to using nicknames. Hell, Goldenluxury was 'Goldie Locks' to him. No wonder the broad hated him.

Despite his firsthand response being dismissive, the domestic feline went on to praise their hidden agenda. Finding an island in the mist was hard... Definitely. "Good to know," he boasted. "We pride ourselves on staying under the radar. As a group of outcasts-" Such as Caesar and Stryker, as they would never be allowed into any other group. "-it's vital to our survival." The day either of these dimwits were granted access into another clan would be the end of a suspicious era. To the Kingpin, that day would never come. It was better to start fresh and create something new. Hence, the Coalition of the Condemned.

Past that though, his eyes drifted to the rest. Argus apparently knew Caesar and Solveig had already introduced herself, making sure to note her last name. He merely nodded in greeting. Turning back, he continued. "So tell me, what have you been up to for these what... two years?" Boy. What a ride for Stryker.

SO OPEN YOUR EYES, CHILD, LET'S BE ON OUR WAY
BROKEN WINDOWS AND ASHES, ARE GUIDING THE WAY

”you sound like quite the character” another voice rumbles, the white-Black and green tainted form of the revenant picking out his way towards the little gathering, stopping to sit by his sisters side and watch as their father conversed with an old ally? Hm.

Andru’s muzzle twitched and the British looking lion shrugged ”Andru” was his less than wordy introduction - he didn’t feel it necessary to stand on ceremony and besides they were rather busy ‘catching up’ as it were - and rather felt pretty out of the loop, he tried catching his sisters eye as if to also ask ‘guess dads found an old friend’.

Stryker merely snorted. "You don't change, do you, Caesar?" he cooed. The Kingpin was in no way surprised by his exile. He was a two-faced savage. "Don't do it here though." A smirk met his lips. Hopefully the feline wouldn't make the same mistake a Cipher made previously. Aphra was not a pleasant person.

His gaze drifted to Andru, giving him a nod in greeting. Stryker's children were doing wonderfully and greeting everyone accordingly.