so far gone | hurting izuku

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Peace was a distraction from the outside world and the intentions of the truly willed, Stryker had come to find out with his talk with Yes Man. Not only was there restraints on their actions, but no bold actions being made within Snowbound for the world to reflect on. They were all pussies. No one wanted to make the actions that they needed or wanted here. In Stryker's eyes, that was disgraceful. With all of these bold members, he'd think one of them would of acted out eventually and taken the actions needed. Yet nothing was done. The Typhoon had attacked their herbal den, but they were taken down to neutrals instead of enemies. How disgraceful. Justice was due, not some silly announcement. The lion was no longer content staying within his life-long home if they weren't going to speak up for themselves and act out on their intents under a pitiful leader.

Green eyes stared at the remains of the herbal cabin. A few simple ashes and the smell of burnt leaves reminisced around the area, but that was all was left. There were no more supplies for them to use. They'd have to go scouting again. If only Snowbound had followed up on their word, their members would of never been left without proper medical care. 'Fucking useless imbeciles,' came his enraged thoughts. The Pitt's leader had twisted his view on Snowbound, but opened a new second-hand view on his own clan, showing that Snowbound was weak and not willing to do what they needed to do. It was frustrating. Did he go against his family for the freedom to do what he's always wanted and embrace the thrill of the world or did he stay silent against the pitiful actions of his home? Conflicted, he stood silent as he stared at the ashes.

Without boundaries, he would cause disdain. Stryker knew this, but inside he knew he had to give it in to this path to experience the thrill he's always wanted. Biting on his split tongue, the male closed his eyes. 'The Pitt has no limits, you must head there and never return here,' said his mind. But how did he avoid such a temptation to return to a place that he appalled so much? The answer would run to him soon.

Stryker's eyes rose up from the ashes, staring off in the distance. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, claws unsheathing in the process as his eyes narrowed up at the sky. "FUCK!"

[member=183]izuku[/member]