nobody can touch my swag | private, stryker

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  Similiar to Fidelio, Stryker couldn’t quite simply makee a living based off whatever he did previously. Within Snowbound, he tried his best to be assertive and prove his worth, but was only ignored and thrown off to the side when a really challenge arose. Feeling worthless and unaroused, he searched elsewhere. The only other clan to offer the thrill in life and the importance he needed was the Pitt, despite the cruel ways he shamed all his life. Succumbing under their rule, the male fell into their vicious ways. It gave him the excitement he dearly craved and the attention that he’s always wanted. To put it simply, the violence was the only way someone would look at him and consider him to be something... even if it was a monster.

And here he was again, succumbing to their ways. Esklav recently challenged him against his loyalty, saying that Styker was worth nothing due to his sympathy shown to a struggling stranger within their borders. Disowned again. The lion was growing enraged. Irritated, he figured that there had to be something done. The slaver was full of ideas. It just happened to be that the solution fell into his hands today.

As the lion stealthy wandered through the territory, pacing uncontrollably, he found himself traveling closer and closer to the desert’s border. Considering leaving to grab a victim reluctantly, he continued his path. Soon enough, a scream came from afar and alarmed the male of the oncoming threat. ’Ciao, motherfuckers!’ it screeched. There seemed to be no intent of friendliness by the sound of their tone, but yet a similiar cocky nature that he held. Perhaps this was his chance.

Light fur blended into the Pitt’s territory, camoflaging him until the moment came. Eventually, their ‘visitor’ flew past. Emerging from his own place, the lion darted in his direction, following him eagerly. ”Paws don’t fail me now,” he spat under his breath. The lion was eager to not disappoint his clan once again. Coming within arm’s length, Stryker aimed to jump at the German Shepard pomsky’s behind and drag him down to the floor so he would stop in his tracks.

//mobile, morning!’