FROSTY FOREST // Stryker

[Stryker]

STRYKER HARBRINGER ☣ COTC

A snort left Stryker. Caesar knew damn well the more he got annoyed, the more Stryker would call him that dumbass nickname. Was it appropriate? No. Did he care? No. Quite simply, take a fucking joke. Nevertheless, they continued on with their business, the savannah implying they haven't been exiled here. Yet. The Kingpin hoped he would not ruin that opportunity, especially as a fellow outcast. After all, the feline was a strong adversary. Untrustworthy, but strong and willing to do what was needed. "Well, that's quite a bonus," the lion reminisced. "Let's keep it that way then, shall we?" In a quick movement, he attempted to clap the savannah's back endearingly. He doubted this thing they had going on would last long though.

Stryker's head tilted away, staring out into the horizon now. "Power, mostly," he answered. "I can throw in some more incentives though, of course." Bitches, currency, slaves, a position, or whatever else the dastardly man desired. Whatever kept him silent was vital. "Get me that bitchy Atbash and you've get brownie points too." The big cat was joking... somewhat.

I'm back like a vertebrae and I come with a hat full of tricks, Everybody's waitin for the show to begin

— Reggan