shut it up - [MEETING, headcount]

[Stryker]

At the statue's base, the newly endowed leader of Tanglewood reigned supreme. His head raised high and his neon gaze focused out onto the horizon, observing the swamp at it's finest. As the breeze shook at the trees and the vines swooped through the sky, so did his mane in it's sheen glory. A wicked smile curled upon his maw as he lowered his slitted eyes to the floor, watching as a small crowd began to gather. They knew he had important news. Stryker did not have to call out for a meeting. His mere presence attracted followers, whether for good or bad, and he would gladly keep them on their toes.

When the majority arrived, his eyes specifically drifted to the Coalition wanderers that had gathered. Their loyalty was valuable. If they remained with them, they would receive a great prize and wonderous glory along the way. As for the rebellious, they would be damned. Vigenere, Atbash, and Atticus had already their fate determined. What about the rest though? That varied from moment to moment.

The lion gave a firm huff. How pleasurable for them to arrive promptly and so orderly. So far, at least. "If you haven't shown your face yet," he started off with a growl, "I recommend you do." His claws tapped impatiently at the stone beneath his paws, awaiting their dismay or approval.