09-12-2020, 08:34 PM
STRYKER ☣ COTC ☣ KINGPIN
The past was something many held onto. Whether it was their finest memories or deepest regrets, sometimes it dragged the animals down. Stryker knowingly had the same issue. Even so, he let his downfall within The Pitt enrage him and lead him into a successful life. After all, the Kingpin wouldn't have found the Coalition of the Condemned without it, nor would have started a family with Ninazu. Nevertheless, the past had always come back to haunt him. His recent visit with Elysium had damned him. Some who knew him stared, others shouted, but the willing gave him a chance. Had their mercy really worked though?
The lion's thoughts of the events ravaged his head throughout the night. As the moonlight shone down onto his alabaster pelt, he traveled throughout the wreck of the territory with a dull expression. Caught within his thoughts, he continued to walk. From the huts to the beaches, Stryker found no one to be seen. 'Wretched place.' Moving onto his next patrol without another thought, he stumbled upon a silhouette in the distance. The dull white glow of the moon outlined their existence, causing him to break free from his thoughts. It was not long before he recognized Ezrakel. Nevertheless, he contemplated keeping to himself, but as always, the Kingpin had to invade someone else's business to avoid his own issues in the heat of the moment.
Stryker redirecting to the rock pile. He cleared his throat momentarily, trying to lightly catch the attention of the domestic feline before startling them abruptly. "Why hello there, Ezrakel," the Kingpin greeted. Paws treaded across the boulders and settled beside the stargazer. "Or shall I call you Ezra? I suppose we haven't properly met." To be truthful, he'd probably default to Ezra anyways. It rolled off the tongue easier.
The lion's thoughts of the events ravaged his head throughout the night. As the moonlight shone down onto his alabaster pelt, he traveled throughout the wreck of the territory with a dull expression. Caught within his thoughts, he continued to walk. From the huts to the beaches, Stryker found no one to be seen. 'Wretched place.' Moving onto his next patrol without another thought, he stumbled upon a silhouette in the distance. The dull white glow of the moon outlined their existence, causing him to break free from his thoughts. It was not long before he recognized Ezrakel. Nevertheless, he contemplated keeping to himself, but as always, the Kingpin had to invade someone else's business to avoid his own issues in the heat of the moment.
Stryker redirecting to the rock pile. He cleared his throat momentarily, trying to lightly catch the attention of the domestic feline before startling them abruptly. "Why hello there, Ezrakel," the Kingpin greeted. Paws treaded across the boulders and settled beside the stargazer. "Or shall I call you Ezra? I suppose we haven't properly met." To be truthful, he'd probably default to Ezra anyways. It rolled off the tongue easier.
THE WEAK ONES ARE THERE TO JUSTIFY THE STRONG
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU
— Reggan
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