11-09-2018, 11:45 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] The lion's head tilts to the side curiously, wondering what the wolf what could be going on about. It was obvious something was controlling them. The 'beast' they call it. Stryker was still unsure what to do about it, but nevertheless proceeded on. "Perhaps it's time for you to rest then properly," he suggested. "We can take you to the prisons, chain you up, and let you sleep if that's what you wish." It wasn't a proper, hearty nest, but it would do. Plus, there was no way of escaping the chains, even if she tried and if she truly wanted to feel safe, this was the best option.
[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