raining hell | PITTIAN RAID

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] The force was ready to go. These brute warriors had been filling themselves with information for days on end and training for this moment for a long time. After days of training, the Pittians were ready to head into battle with their heads held high and a ruffled appearance. Trained to strike and kill, these ferocious warriors were doing whatever it took to defeat their enemy. With a strong leader at their front, they were bound to do anything. Their cries of war could be heard from afar, alerting their arrival as they rushed into battle with a mischievous glare in their soulless eyes. In the distance they could see their target: the mountains. With the Sunhaven cornered due to their recent floods, they were vulnerable. Of course, The Pitt saw their chance.

The Pittians grew closer to the mountains edge, flocking together in a large group. Pointed faces stared intently. Soon enough, they reached the mountain’s getaway spot. The group began to encircle their temporary city, waiting for their signal from their general. Jagged claws readied themselves. Tensions were growing... Blackened eyes narrowed and muscles grew tight as they awaited their call that was soon to come. Their general was alert and awaiting his chance. Stryker, unlike the gathered, was relaxed and practically feeling high from all of this. Sunhaven was getting what they deserve.

After the Typhoon managed to raid them and burn the ancient city, Sunhaven decided to hop on the train. Their ‘lovely’ deputy Buckingham even dared to challenge him. Dismayed and feeling betrayed, the lion set out on a mission to get his revenge, no matter how ridiculous or petty it was. To him, a raid sufficed. They did not deserve the wrath of a full-on battle like The Typhoon or The Rosebloods for their crimes against him. Of course, if things were to proceed in the wrong direction, things would get worse for their bloody asses. That was common sense though. Finding a content plan, the ardent proceeded and now they were here, ready to attack in such a wonderful way.

It was go-time.

A wild call came from above. The group dove into battle. From above, they reigned with talons outstretched and beaks wide. Hundreds of seagulls reigned above the mountains, their shit protruding in all directions and landing all around the mountain. The children would scream in terror, the adults would run for their life, and the brave warriors who once wanted to defend their clan would beg for the mercy at the reigning hell of everloving seagull shit. For once, they would not ask ‘Is it raining cats and dogs?’, but instead screech that birds and feces were flying their way. Not only seagulls gathered, but other flying birds joined in on their demented mob mentality and begun to shoot their shot at the Sunhaven members. As some shot their liquid deficits, others in the flock attacked with wide claws and pointed beaks.

But how had this hell started? The everloving vicious ardent of the Pitt knew he had to gain his revenge and do it with a message. After stalking around with Sundae, he had found his idea. What remained on the flooded beaches were stranded seagulls on the rocks. They awaited a purpose. Stryker took this opportunity to use their vulnerable minds. Through mass mental manipulation, they fell right into his paws and began to follow his every command. Not only mentally did they comply, but physically. The lion found conscience in that... Getting them to listen was as simple as that. With a wicked lead, he led the group into Sunhaven (along with some of their avian friends and shapeshifting Pittians) and began to execute his plan. Thus the shit storm began.

//mobile! + blame axiom for this