11-05-2018, 09:45 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Unusual. No one else had managed to spot the serval laying upon the rock taking a cat-nap. They were a trespasser of the sorts. Yet, Stryker did not make a move just yet. The serval was enjoying their peace and quiet within the desert territory, hoping for nothing but some z's to be caught... but did he care? Not necessarily. After finishing his observations from afar, he sneaked over quietly. The ardent grew close, hovering inches above their face, only to let out an annoyed huff.
A growl left him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he snapped suddenly. His voice was purposefully shrill, meant to startle their visitor.
A growl left him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he snapped suddenly. His voice was purposefully shrill, meant to startle their visitor.
[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