BLOOD AND GORE ; stryker

[Stryker]

STRYKER ☣ COTC ☣ KINGPIN

How interesting. Fate worked in mystical ways. In an attempt to travel to his former home in an effort of reconciliation (somewhat, at least), the sound of The Pitt's familiar screams met his ears. Nevertheless, this was no ordinary torture. Those were not the shrieks of a slave being gutted, nor a bastard being exiled. Instead, it was... different. Their echoed screams bounced around in his head, causing Stryker to redirect his path away from the ancient city and towards the crimson river. The cries of a lost soul, one so damaged, continued to reminisce throughout the territory. It was not long before the source was found.

Slitted eyes narrowed at the draconic jaguar in the distance, watching them stare down at the bloodied stream. Contemplation? Reconsideration? Stryker couldn't read the boy's mind. Nevertheless, the Kingpin could tell when someone was struggling, as if it wasn't evident through their pleading yells. Even so, the Pittian didn't last long at the river. As they turned away, the lion ducked behind the sand dune. The reverberations of paw steps sounded out, coming in his direction. Stryker grew tense.

Silence. No more movement. The feline nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, expecting more to come, but was left with the quiet. Stryker, thinking he was clear, began to slink out from the sand dune. Moonlight highlighted his figure as traveled away, only to hear the pitiful growl of another. Slitted eyes redirected to the horizon. The current Pittian caught his attention quickly with the Kingpin quickly assessing the boy's smaller, yet hostile, stature. A growl rose from the back of his throat. "I don't think I'll be answering that question anytime soon, kid," Stryker shot back.

His jagged teeth revealed themselves as his maw pulled back. Stryker's split tongue mockingly flicked towards Trygrve, testing his patience. "I might ask you the same question though. You seem... new." After all, it had been some time since his last visit within The Pitt. Their former leader remembered most faces, but judging by this little cat, he couldn't help but assume they were fresh meat.

THE WEAK ONES ARE THERE TO JUSTIFY THE STRONG
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU

— Reggan