11-09-2018, 10:03 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] How... Golden.
The prize had arrived at the border oh-so willingly after realizing her defeat. After the mother of Goldenluxury and Pincher's former knick-knack, paddy-whack piece had arrived at the border in bloody shambles, the Typhoon had started to lack their usual pizzazz. Stryker was as pleased as ever. The pieces were falling into the place just right. Now if only the Typhoon could finally take the final step, lay down their weapons, and bring him what they wanted, then he would be glorified amongst The Pitt. For now though, he had to do his best. It all started with approaches like these.
Cocky and clever, he was willing to proudly saunter over to the border with a god-like gleam in his glorious gaze and a glimmering grin upon his maw. Doing so, the lion grew close to the borderline. Yellowed teeth bared at her and neon eyes narrowed. Claws unsheathed, beginning to dig into the sand underneath him. "Well, well, well," he cooed. "Look who decided to come crawling back." His muscles remained loose under his off-white pelt, but he was ready to pounce at any given moment. Stryker was all bark and no bite right now. There was no indication whether his manipulation had ever worn off or not. "It's nice to see you, Goldie Locks."
The prize had arrived at the border oh-so willingly after realizing her defeat. After the mother of Goldenluxury and Pincher's former knick-knack, paddy-whack piece had arrived at the border in bloody shambles, the Typhoon had started to lack their usual pizzazz. Stryker was as pleased as ever. The pieces were falling into the place just right. Now if only the Typhoon could finally take the final step, lay down their weapons, and bring him what they wanted, then he would be glorified amongst The Pitt. For now though, he had to do his best. It all started with approaches like these.
Cocky and clever, he was willing to proudly saunter over to the border with a god-like gleam in his glorious gaze and a glimmering grin upon his maw. Doing so, the lion grew close to the borderline. Yellowed teeth bared at her and neon eyes narrowed. Claws unsheathed, beginning to dig into the sand underneath him. "Well, well, well," he cooed. "Look who decided to come crawling back." His muscles remained loose under his off-white pelt, but he was ready to pounce at any given moment. Stryker was all bark and no bite right now. There was no indication whether his manipulation had ever worn off or not. "It's nice to see you, Goldie Locks."
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[ 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