DOESN'T IT HURT - open; visitor

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] From the shadows, he watched and observed as he usually did when someone trespassed. Within the jungle's underbrush, Stryker found himself hidden well until he got up to shift positions, only to ruffle the plants around him. Unsuccessfully remaining invisible, the lion emerged. The hyena had already addressed his position, cockily commenting upon his failure to remain undercover. A snort left the ardent. This guy was so full of himself... Then again, so was Stryker. Not like he necessarily was consciously aware of that though. Wandering over in defeat, he gave one last up and down look of the alligator-mutated Hyena before attempting to meet their violet hues with his own neon gaze. "We don't do cordial necessarily," he rumbled, "But seeing that you know of us already, I bet you predicted that." The ardent wasn't going to let his obvious sly attitude slide just yet.

Raising his head high, the lion looked up at the hyena curiously. "I'm sure you're here for a reason though, laughing-stock," continued Stryker with a smirk. Hyena jokes... Hah.