07-11-2011, 03:12 PM
A wolfish grin appeared on Stryker's face, showing teeth as he soaked up the Teddy's words. Obviously this would be easier in his other form so he shifted quickly, bones snapping into place and he grunted slightly as the weight became greater on his injured leg, but he ignored it and held out his hand. The gleam of blood surprised Stryk when the Rakeeb ran the blade of a dagger over a small scar. Although, he was prepared for the same to happen to him, pain was of little concern to him.
Family. The word played flipped over and looped in his mind. Stryker Claymore was no longer going to be part of something greater then he had ever experienced. His mother had been bitter and none too excepting nor approving of anything her son did, due to the fact that Stryker looked like his father. Whatever his father had done, it wasn't something that pleased his mother. He shook away the memories, missing her bitter ways that had shaped his determined and unbreakable spirit. Past was past, this was the new. Smiling at Theodore's words again, he looked up, ready.
Family. The word played flipped over and looped in his mind. Stryker Claymore was no longer going to be part of something greater then he had ever experienced. His mother had been bitter and none too excepting nor approving of anything her son did, due to the fact that Stryker looked like his father. Whatever his father had done, it wasn't something that pleased his mother. He shook away the memories, missing her bitter ways that had shaped his determined and unbreakable spirit. Past was past, this was the new. Smiling at Theodore's words again, he looked up, ready.