09-11-2018, 07:56 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — The news about a death of an innocent, potential-filled, and driven young Pittian arrived within the Pitt soon enough. Originally, he had planned to go out with a special someone... but eventually settled for finishing the job himself. His best work was done alone. After observing the corpse and navigating the Typhoon's area, the snake-like lion had finally found his prey. A young female of optimal size. Small enough for him to take his paw and smash it into the ground in hopes that their skull would break into pieces. An optimal target. Even so, that was the easy way. Killing one of the Pitt's own came with plenty of consequences. Stryker's scrutiny and mischief just happened to be the worst one, meaning he would definitely take the more brutal way when it came to this.
With a plan in mind, he had already arrived. Stashed within the dock's underbrush, he watched from afar with narrowed green eyes and a smug expression spread across his face. She seemed to be struggling. Whether that was physically or mentally, Stryker frankly did not care at the moment. Goldenluxury deserved to be hit at full force for mercifully killing one of his members, his friends, because she was... What? Pissed? Having a bad day? Feeling betrayed? Lord, some people... He could sympathize. Now was not the time for that though.
Not another thought passed Stryker's mind. The lion dashed from out of the tall grass and rushed onto the shore's sand. He was far, giving the female time to run, but with her injury he doubted that. Things would go fairly smoothly if all went well. The plan? Tackle, snap, and pop out of the situation. If there happened to be any frustrations, things may go a bit differently.
Once reaching close by, the lion aimed to pounce upon the domestic feline with a ferocious growl. He'd tackle her at full force, hoping to push her to the ground with ease. Whether or not he landed, he'd hiss. "Don't you think you're getting away from me, me heartie." Thus the fun began.
apologies for the late reply!!
With a plan in mind, he had already arrived. Stashed within the dock's underbrush, he watched from afar with narrowed green eyes and a smug expression spread across his face. She seemed to be struggling. Whether that was physically or mentally, Stryker frankly did not care at the moment. Goldenluxury deserved to be hit at full force for mercifully killing one of his members, his friends, because she was... What? Pissed? Having a bad day? Feeling betrayed? Lord, some people... He could sympathize. Now was not the time for that though.
Not another thought passed Stryker's mind. The lion dashed from out of the tall grass and rushed onto the shore's sand. He was far, giving the female time to run, but with her injury he doubted that. Things would go fairly smoothly if all went well. The plan? Tackle, snap, and pop out of the situation. If there happened to be any frustrations, things may go a bit differently.
Once reaching close by, the lion aimed to pounce upon the domestic feline with a ferocious growl. He'd tackle her at full force, hoping to push her to the ground with ease. Whether or not he landed, he'd hiss. "Don't you think you're getting away from me, me heartie." Thus the fun began.
apologies for the late reply!!
[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