11-24-2018, 12:00 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] A disgusted shiver ran down his body as cold paint rushed down his mane and ran down his body. A pissed growl left the male. Stryker didn't like the rude awakening, nor the cocky message back to him (despite deserving it). So far, he just thought it was water... Really thick water... The lion let out a sigh, shaking out his mane wildly as he opened his weary eyes. The world came into focus soon enough. Violet patches were now spread across the temple walls and all over his personal belongings, causing him to look down suddenly at his paws. Sights of purple flooded his head. "Oh." His features relaxed as he noticed his stained white fur, finding some positivity within the horrible situation. "I can work with this." What was meant as a petty prank had turned into something that he could... well... work with. With wet paws, the ardent took the remaining blobs of paint and scrubbed it through the rest of his pelt to ensure a clean makeover. After all, if he left it patchy, then they would know about his failure to notice the enemies within the clan, but the Pittians seemed to already notice already.
At Caeser's words, he let out a cocky snort. "No, I'm feeling blue, jackass," he shot back sarcastically. "You look like you're personally running red, Caeser." Angry. He meant angry. The lion, as per usual, was trying to seem like the higher spirit in the room and allow himself to become the subject of their conversation. "Quite nice if I say so myself, besides your comment." He was trying so hard to make it intentional-looking. Stryker doubted that would work in the long-run. Oh well. Neon eyes shifted to Pan, who also happened to notice the incident, and was offering to wash it off with her water elementals. For a moment, his eyes went back down at his paws. The ardent hesitated. If he said yes, then it'd look like he was pranked... Well SHIT. "No, no, it's fine." A smile met his tired expression while he proceeded to try and blink himself awake once again.
"What girl?"
Nice job playing dumb, Stryker.
Sike.
At Caeser's words, he let out a cocky snort. "No, I'm feeling blue, jackass," he shot back sarcastically. "You look like you're personally running red, Caeser." Angry. He meant angry. The lion, as per usual, was trying to seem like the higher spirit in the room and allow himself to become the subject of their conversation. "Quite nice if I say so myself, besides your comment." He was trying so hard to make it intentional-looking. Stryker doubted that would work in the long-run. Oh well. Neon eyes shifted to Pan, who also happened to notice the incident, and was offering to wash it off with her water elementals. For a moment, his eyes went back down at his paws. The ardent hesitated. If he said yes, then it'd look like he was pranked... Well SHIT. "No, no, it's fine." A smile met his tired expression while he proceeded to try and blink himself awake once again.
"What girl?"
Nice job playing dumb, Stryker.
Sike.
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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