10-24-2018, 06:28 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Now this was a weekly task he could get with. Seeing that Ninazu had bossed him around and gave him a task (by his consent), Stryker had his heart set on getting stuff done for once. His tasks were often done without motivation. This though? This would be done with precision. The lion had begrudgingly dug up the graves of former Pittian victims for a few hours before revealing several mutated skulls that he would soon put on display. They were soon packed into a sack and dragged into the warring temple. There would be plenty for the others to choose from. Surely, they would enjoy.
His eyes settled upon the skull of a fox. It's surface was riddled with dirt and had many cracks within it, but on top were four glorious ram horns that went around their inner ear area. In all honesty, he just wanted to hang it on his wall and stare at it during his own time... but he was told to decorate the public temple... not his fucking own temple. Oh well. Being a cocky fuck though, he still was going to snag it after the event and hang it somewhere nice for that aesthetic™. In the meantime, Stryker got to work.
With the fox skull in hand, he plunged it through a sharp wooden pole by it's eye socket so it would strategically stay in place. "If any of you would like to take these skulls and hang them on some pole by their eye sockets..." An eye for an eye... Lord, he needed to stop with the analogies. "Be my guest," he enthused loudly. "You may also hang them by the back of their skull." As long as they kept balanced and secure while he walked them to the border afterwards, the ardent could care less.
His eyes settled upon the skull of a fox. It's surface was riddled with dirt and had many cracks within it, but on top were four glorious ram horns that went around their inner ear area. In all honesty, he just wanted to hang it on his wall and stare at it during his own time... but he was told to decorate the public temple... not his fucking own temple. Oh well. Being a cocky fuck though, he still was going to snag it after the event and hang it somewhere nice for that aesthetic™. In the meantime, Stryker got to work.
With the fox skull in hand, he plunged it through a sharp wooden pole by it's eye socket so it would strategically stay in place. "If any of you would like to take these skulls and hang them on some pole by their eye sockets..." An eye for an eye... Lord, he needed to stop with the analogies. "Be my guest," he enthused loudly. "You may also hang them by the back of their skull." As long as they kept balanced and secure while he walked them to the border afterwards, the ardent could care less.
[align=center][div style="font-size:14.4pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:.7px;text-transform:uppercase;"]——– I got no plans to retire ——–
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS