destruction is his game - joining

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Stryker never wanted to be leader, hence why he never took it seriously, even if it gave him the power to do whatever he pleases. Instead his every little action was placed under a microscope. Unfortunately, he never got what he wanted and now led a clan of absolute hooligans, which he now had to be the face of. The ardent was reluctant, but went with it. Cocky and willing to shoot back, the lion held himself back and instead held a reluctant grin. He wasn’t adamant on fucking with the turkey. Seeing that he recently punished Tsuyu for killing one of their own, it would only be hypocritical of him to attack Finch and receive no warning.

Mockingly, Stryker flexed his claws back at the turkey just as they flexed their own talons at him. ”Try me, snoody,” he warned back.  Snoody... snooty... It sounded a lot better in his head. Nevertheless, he moved on. There were better things to do than worry about insults being thrown back and forth, whether they were sarcastic or not. He did enjoy it though. ”Finch,” came his surprised tone. ”Named after another bird, I see.” Ironic. ”Name’s Stryker.” Despite their idiotic prattle, the lion could already foresee them becoming great friends with their sparkling chemistry.

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