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[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Neon eyes wide. Mouth agape. Venomous fangs aimed at the sky. A roar... Something was brewing. Today, for those that would appear before him, would find the strangest of sights or at least he assumed so. For hours on end, the lion was kept inside his desert cave in silence while his skin peeled back, fur growing in tufts slowly across his body, and horns plowing through the top of his skull painfully as he hissed in agony. Unknowingly, new feelings and powers surged him in the depths of his mind.

Soon it came to a halt. Silence pursued as he crawled out of his hide out, exhausted and panting. With every step, he lobbed over to the side with a heavy limp as he tried to find something... anything... to see what the world had finally in store for him now.

Except...

He was in the fucking desert.

Where the hell was he going to find a fucking all-seeing puddle around here?

Seems like he'd have to wait and have his fellow Pittians see him first, hopefully with positive comments... or else.

[ninazu]

She watched the disoriented lion move around like a stumbling drunk for a bit, unsure whether she ought to bother approaching him at all - she tended to dislike interacting with others when they consumed too much drugs. But it became apparent soon that his unfortunate stumbling and disorientation came, not from drugs but from the effects of some odd mutation. He did look a bit... different, from the last time she saw him.

Raising her right paw, she tapped one of her black ram horns as a sly smile flickered across her muzzle. "The horns are new. Quite... attractive, they complement your forked tongue well," the odd druidic erudite spoke softly, her voice smooth despite the slight elevation of her heart rate. Ugh, she needed to practice this uncomfortable act of flirting more - she hated feeling nervous around mortals, and this moment of embarrassment gave her more discomfort than hours spent digging around in rotted entrails.

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[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

Dante was no stranger to the world of mutations, although he was born with his rather than them spontaneously popping up. The hybrid remembered his teeth hurting whenever they started to grow, though he had always had to deal with the wings on his back. Teeth pain probably felt like nothing compared to growing horns, though, and Dante couldn’t imagine the headache Stryker was probably dealing with.

But you know what help with headaches? Cigs. Now Dante wasn’t the one to share his cigarettes often, considering he had to search far and wide for a pack every time he ran out, since he didn’t have conjuration. It sucked, but he needed his damn cigs. ”Hey nice horns, man.” Dante agreed with Ninazu with a puff of a cigarette as he came over, before pulling out a box that he kept in between his wings. Luckily he never flew (mostly because he didn’t know how, ironically), so he honestly didn’t worry about the pack falling out. It did feel weird to have a box constantly between your feathers, though. ”Need a cig?” He offered, tilting his head.

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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.

[pallid-i]

One Chance

"Looking sharp, kiddo." Yes Man rumbled as he looked up at Stryker, giving him a small nod. "You're quite literally, looking sharp." The ardent grinned from ear to ear at his own little stupid joke. Maybe he should ask if the male was okay, but eh. Their little Erudite was there.

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[Luciferr]

I ADMIRE IT'S PURITY

This one he knew, he'd ordered the attack on enemy-hive and their subjugation - which delighted the juvenile creature, finally he had eaten his fiill and rent until blood stained snow as much as he liked without the constant interruptions when spotted-queen decided on adopting stranger-prey - an annoyance to no end, the xenomorph found.

Serpent-lion-Warrior was strong - and strength was good in a hive, strange as this one was - so Blacktide dropped from the crevice he'd been hiding in to stride right up to the shedded creature, lips peeling back over glistening fangs as the creature sniffed and churred his own approval like the rest.

Serpent-lion had moulted then, would this be precursor to a rise to a higher caste? was he advanced from a warrior - but no, spotted-queen had not said anything of the sort or done anything to indicate otherwise,

confusing.

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