10-17-2018, 06:53 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Easy... Delightful. If he was doing better than the others, then Stryker was heading in the right direction with his leadership, no matter how focused it was on being rowdy and indistinguishable compared to the other clans. As long as they were prepared, he was settled. The Pitt would reign high or else. He wasn’t sure what the ‘or else’ was, but just like Goldenluxury and Valkyr, they too would be whipped into shape until they succumbed to his ideals. Thankfully, as of right now, that was needed. The ardent had like-minded ardents by his side and some wise erudites under his command that could gladly influence the environment around them, otherwise they wouldn’t off been promoted. It just happened to be that Quill was one of his most trusted figures. Despite the tiger being an absolute fool and a klutz, Stryker trusted him immensely. Quill had little ill-ideals, just as he did, and only fought to benefit himself and those around them. Along with that, he seemed to focus on firing against those who wronged him. At least that’s what the Ardent thought... They haven’t spoken long enough to necessarily become close, but to him, that’s what he saw within his marauder.
Speak of the devil. This wasn’t his chance. The lion’s neon gaze spotted Quill from a mile away walking towards the kill pile. His eyes followed the male until he laid down, only beginning to approach when that happened. Stryker prowled over, smirk across his lips. Clearing his throat, his usual cocky tone reminisced across the area as he begun to speak his mind. ”I heard you were a baby daddy,” he mocked. ”Aren’t you special?” It already seemed this was going to be a battle of insults and wits to no avail...
//mobile, sorry
Speak of the devil. This wasn’t his chance. The lion’s neon gaze spotted Quill from a mile away walking towards the kill pile. His eyes followed the male until he laid down, only beginning to approach when that happened. Stryker prowled over, smirk across his lips. Clearing his throat, his usual cocky tone reminisced across the area as he begun to speak his mind. ”I heard you were a baby daddy,” he mocked. ”Aren’t you special?” It already seemed this was going to be a battle of insults and wits to no avail...
//mobile, sorry
[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