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His jade-hued eyes would narrow slightly as he listened to the sly words roll off of Stryker's tongue, and he did not believe any of it. Much of it, at least. It came off as mere flattery to get his way, and Crow would not give the lion the satisfaction that he bought any of what he was telling him. Of course, Crow was bad at reading others. For all he knew, Stryker could have been a changed man and his fears were uncalled for, but regardless of that, it did not alter the past.
The fact was, Stryker was walking on thin ice. Crow was unsure of how many lives were snuffed out at the paws of the ex-Pittian ahead, nor was it a high concern at the present—what did not matter was the amount, but the fact that any lives at all were stolen. Right here, in front of him, was a serial killer trying to repent for his actions with mere words. Crow could let him in, treat him well, but would any of these suggested favours be upheld, or were they even desired in the first place?
Crow's alabaster toes flexed into the dirt causing it to crumble in his grip as he thought harshly, his ever growing frustration painted across his body through his twitching tailtip and tense skin, his calculated breaths as he focused his breathing. The situation at front was unfortunately a moral crisis. Had it not been for Ninazu, he would have ordered the removal of the male from the premises at first glance. A wrong word and he could have the entirety of the island after his scrawny neck, he could jeopardize the lives of those close to him... Stryker could even hurt Selby, and he would never let himself live in peace after it.
The tabby took a glance at Leroy as if to silently ask forgiveness from the wolfhound, to meet his gaze and reassure himself that he had support from behind with what he was doing, and if he believed in a god he would be praying that what he was doing was even right. What was the right in this anyway? Morality blurred, and it seemed no matter what course of action he took, he would be doing someone an injustice. It seemed he would have to make a compromise.
"Ninazu can stay. Stryker, I'm gonna give you two options, and you're gonna take one," he exhaled after a pause that seemed to never end. Then his tone became more serious. "You can rest up right where you're sittin' and get the fuck out and never show your face 'round here again, or I’ll kill ya."
His voice cracked at the end. It was done.
His jade-hued eyes would narrow slightly as he listened to the sly words roll off of Stryker's tongue, and he did not believe any of it. Much of it, at least. It came off as mere flattery to get his way, and Crow would not give the lion the satisfaction that he bought any of what he was telling him. Of course, Crow was bad at reading others. For all he knew, Stryker could have been a changed man and his fears were uncalled for, but regardless of that, it did not alter the past.
The fact was, Stryker was walking on thin ice. Crow was unsure of how many lives were snuffed out at the paws of the ex-Pittian ahead, nor was it a high concern at the present—what did not matter was the amount, but the fact that any lives at all were stolen. Right here, in front of him, was a serial killer trying to repent for his actions with mere words. Crow could let him in, treat him well, but would any of these suggested favours be upheld, or were they even desired in the first place?
Crow's alabaster toes flexed into the dirt causing it to crumble in his grip as he thought harshly, his ever growing frustration painted across his body through his twitching tailtip and tense skin, his calculated breaths as he focused his breathing. The situation at front was unfortunately a moral crisis. Had it not been for Ninazu, he would have ordered the removal of the male from the premises at first glance. A wrong word and he could have the entirety of the island after his scrawny neck, he could jeopardize the lives of those close to him... Stryker could even hurt Selby, and he would never let himself live in peace after it.
The tabby took a glance at Leroy as if to silently ask forgiveness from the wolfhound, to meet his gaze and reassure himself that he had support from behind with what he was doing, and if he believed in a god he would be praying that what he was doing was even right. What was the right in this anyway? Morality blurred, and it seemed no matter what course of action he took, he would be doing someone an injustice. It seemed he would have to make a compromise.
"Ninazu can stay. Stryker, I'm gonna give you two options, and you're gonna take one," he exhaled after a pause that seemed to never end. Then his tone became more serious. "You can rest up right where you're sittin' and get the fuck out and never show your face 'round here again, or I’ll kill ya."
His voice cracked at the end. It was done.