PERHAPS FUCK OFF MIGHT BE TOO KIND / stryker

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[Stryker]

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The prize had arrived at the border oh-so willingly after realizing her defeat. After the mother of Goldenluxury and Pincher's former knick-knack, paddy-whack piece had arrived at the border in bloody shambles, the Typhoon had started to lack their usual pizzazz. Stryker was as pleased as ever. The pieces were falling into the place just right. Now if only the Typhoon could finally take the final step, lay down their weapons, and bring him what they wanted, then he would be glorified amongst The Pitt. For now though, he had to do his best. It all started with approaches like these.

Cocky and clever, he was willing to proudly saunter over to the border with a god-like gleam in his glorious gaze and a glimmering grin upon his maw. Doing so, the lion grew close to the borderline. Yellowed teeth bared at her and neon eyes narrowed. Claws unsheathed, beginning to dig into the sand underneath him. "Well, well, well," he cooed. "Look who decided to come crawling back." His muscles remained loose under his off-white pelt, but he was ready to pounce at any given moment. Stryker was all bark and no bite right now. There was no indication whether his manipulation had ever worn off or not. "It's nice to see you, Goldie Locks."

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[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Hesitance was radiating off of Goldenluxury as she pauses, causing Stryker's grin to curl up. She was worried. Yet, here she was, the pirate was standing up for herself by coming her peacefully. For the daughter of a warbound group's leader, Goldenluxury was nothing like her father. The ardent knew she was capable, but reluctant, to take action and he had tried to erase that piece of her during their time together, but eventually his mental hold faded and good old Goldie Locks was back. The lion was disappointed in himself. If only she had stayed within the Pitt, then she would of become someone of importance here with his... guidance. His slitted eyes narrowed in frustration. He continued to uphold a cocky attitude anyways.

Of course she was here to talk. The nice ones always wanted to be pacifists. Disgraceful. Neon eyes gave a over-dramatic eyeroll in response. "Well, you're not here to bend the knee," the ardent enthused with a grumble. Do they even have knees that can technically bend that way? If not, Stryker was willing to try in some fucked up experiment, perhaps with Goldenluxury! With her newfound attitude, the lion wanted to see how far she would go until she broke into tears, begging for her dead mother and her pitiful excuse for a father. No matter how far Stryker was going off the deep end, he was going to believe in his purpose, as if it was his excuse for such actions. Goldenluxury, obviously, was trying to point it out. "Unfair?" he rasped wearily, letting the word roll off his tongue as if it was foreign. 'No, not possible.' With a skewed perspective, the ardent just continued smiling on. "The Typhoon did take you back against my word and proceeded to attack many of my members, my girl." His head whipped backwards, staring down at her. "Payment was needed." My members... My word... My girl... Mine. The lion was taking things personally here, just like the selfish cock he was.

As he listened further, a paw raised to feel at his chest. His claws lingered over his heart, feeling the beat of his chest through his body. "Doesn't it hurt here though?" Stryker questioned. His jagged points tapped at where his heart would be. The maned beast craned his head and hoped to watch her squirm. "While I did have a bit of pleasure watching the reaction of yours, it was to benefit myself securely." There was no need for any figure in Goldenluxury's life besides him if they were going to continue with his plans. Once again, the purpose was making the thrill it made him feel. Stryker's cards were being played right. "Without such an action, you wouldn't be here." Goldenluxury just happened to fall into place at the correct time.

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