BROKEN AND BENT && murder.

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] The smell of bloodshed was not common within the Pitt, or within the wild in general. After being born, carnivores grew used to the smell. Every once and awhile, the whiff of salty air reached him when there was a fresh chicken neck cracked or a body spread across the war grounds, but that was a rare entity. Not one he necessarily enjoyed either. This? Now this was different. It was a lone occurrence within the depths of the solitude parts of the territory. Pungent smells filled the area. Stryker knew the smell, one he wasn't fond of due to his past, but approached nevertheless with wide eyes and a grim expression spread across his face. Blood was obviously being spilled... and not for a reason. Following the trail of blood, Stryker found himself getting closer. Turning the corner, his pupils dilated.

There was no hesitance.

A paw aimed to slam downwards on the frog-manx hybrid's neck, attempting to pilot them down onto the ground and have their face go into the puddle of blood on the floor. There was no mercy in his actions. If she happened to snap her neck in the process or 'accidentally' have her eye be plummeted into one of Dabi's exposed eyes, he would not regret it. She deserved it. Since she had taken the life of another, which he assumed without reason, Stryker knew he would have to punish her rightfully. At the moment, he was furious and disassociating from reason, not thinking about his own consequences of his actions. If she happened to challenge him, his attitude would head south. Perhaps he'd even snap. And just like Cosette, he might see the thrill of the kill for once, even if it was too much.

Claws anxiously attempted to grab at her neck harder. The ardent was so tempted to end it all now, especially to another one of his failed slaves, but held off. Despite not listening to reason overall, he knew when to hold off. Eyes narrowing, his head lowered to the ground in an attempt to talk down to her like he was the superior figure... and he was (or so he believed). "Tell me why," he growled lowly. Yellowed teeth were bared as he spoke, spit practically flying out from his mouth. "You killed one of your own, frog fuck." She needed to explain... and fast.