just a cast away - stryker

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]He had never been as tall as he had hoped and prayed to be. Being like the others in his former gang had been his ultimate goal. By the time had stopped growing was he taunted quit a bit. Though, the tiger was not petite nor a runt, he was still a bit sensitive about the topic. Even so, what he lacked in height did he make up for in his lean build. He was an endurance guy, through and through. Apart of him held a sense of pleasure deep down in his chest about the idea of him being the only... Intact member of his gang. Many were killed, some left mutilated and handicapped. The last member of the gang he had seen had been his uncle, a nasty old bastard who died scrutinizing every flaw and mistake the tiger had ever made. Leander made sure to spit on his grave, and he never once regretted the act.

This territory was a somewhat familiar sight to him: Desolate, unforgiving, and ugly. Sure, he found the oasis to be a nice spot, but everything else was all the same in his eyes. He was caught up in the question of whether this place was just another gang or, to be put in a more lax concept, a state. Apart of him knew the answer, but he was unsure about how he felt picking up that lifestyle again. Leander held no loyalty to his former group, and he doubted he would ever find loyalty here. He despised living this life. Jaws agape as he panted for air, the tiger sauntered across the sand dunes, searching for some notable landmarks that had been mentioned to him. His eyes drew over the sky, squinting in an attempt to block out the sunlight.

[Stryker]

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Strolling throughout the harsh jungles of the Pitt, the ivory lion found himself wandering off into the distance towards the nothingness. Thoughts of life swelled in his mind. From recent events to the depths of his past, they flew past him. Stryker did not find comfort in the past, only the future. Through the ranks he would climb again. Every new competition that rushed into the territory claiming they were better than him had to be demolished. With every few dealt with, he gained a strong ally for the rest. So far he had succeeded in avoiding any complications with his ascendance, so hopefully that route in his life stayed steady. Though, each new joiner wracked his brain. A tiger, perhaps larger than him, had sauntered into their territory. Alarms in the former ardent's head went off. Egotistical and selfish, he made sure that this 'threat' would be pushed of to the side in the clan's eyes. Little did he know, their relationship would instead head a different route.

Orange came into view as Stryker meandered carelessly into the tiger's area. Breaking from thought, his eyes narrowed. Neon hues looked over Leander for a moment or two before deciding to finally approach. "I see you're fairing well, Leander," he reminisced. "Hopefully not too well for your own good?" Consider it a warning.