looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[Stryker]

STRYKER ☣ COTC ☣ KINGPIN

The lion's eyes skipped over towards Gael. A fox. He wanted to snort, assuming that this was one of Jervis' shitstain family members. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Nevertheless, he proceeded in a professional manner. He offered a nonchalant wave of his paw towards the arden and a weary smile. "To talk to your current ardent, like I stated," he stated cluelessly. "I would like to discuss an alliance with The Pitt. My feelings still hold true for my former home, but I have moved on to bigger things." Plus, who wanted to stay in this depressing desert? The tropics were much more appealing. His family being there was a big bonus, but the beauty of the ocean was vital too. "Thing is, we both know we don't like The Typhoon," came his blunt comment. From Yes Man to Jervis, all the ardents he knew never enjoyed The Typhoon. Goldenluxury was a fucking, righteous bitch and her father's reign was a disappointment. Needless to say, they were bound to crumble. Now was the time. "My group's island was destroyed by their meteor. Our caves flooded, the land cracked, and our homes are now ruined. It's a shithole. Period." He let out a sigh. "We need a new home. The Typhoon has exactly what we need." Migrating over and continuing their culture would be flawless. Their plants would presumably bloom as normal, wanderers would still reminisce on familiar sites, and explore the novel parts too. "If The Pitt assists, we will gladly hand over Haven Island. Consider it a bribe." Plus a vacation spot away from this hot mess every now and then wouldn't be bad.

His eyes shifted towards Jack. A silent one. The ones that approached the border without a word were always the most mysterious... and the easiest to mess with. "Speak up, chap," the lion snapped. He attempted to reach out towards Jack's chin, raising his head up to look into Stryker's eyes. "Keep your head up." Slitted eyes narrowed. "What's your name?" A smirk met his lips. He pulled his paw away, whether his attempt failed or not, and redirected his head towards the sound of flapping wings.

Neon hues spotted the silhouette circling above him. "Well, why thank you," he cooed back. Before he could answer further, talons wrapped around his horns. The former ardent cackled lowly in response. "Well then, Vale, it's a pleasure to meet you." They had been the only one to properly introduce themselves to Stryker's disappointment.

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

— Reggan