montserrat mystique | MEETING

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Stepping out from the back and onto the stage once used by previous leaders, the white lion felt enlightened by the very idea of him being on such a high podium. Unlike previous meetings, he was growing confident. With a suave smirk, he sashayed towards the front with his muscles loosened. Taking one sheathed paw, he ran his split tongue over the top of it and began to groom down the top of his white mane. An ardent needed to look presentable. Slick. Finally, he was ready to unleash his hellish and cocky rambling to the likes of his wonderful clan and the rest of the world that was willing to his ungodly speeches. "Get over here, sweethearts," he called into the distance, catching the attention of many nearby. "We don't have a lot of time to talk." The urgency of the matter just happened to catch their eye. Nevertheless, that was a lie. The manipulative ardent knew exactly what he was doing by getting their attention, but he needed to be heard today. If he wasn't, he'd be rather pissed.

Mostly, this meeting was going to be a reiteration of the previous with some shoutouts, announcements, promotions, and demotions of all kinds. There was plenty to report. Still, Stryker would like to wait for his audience. It was only polite. If he had begun to speak before they arrived, they would definitely miss his oh-so important announcements! After all, if they wanted to know about some special things, they had to stay tuned.