Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20170215204757/@comment-24852191-20170309195202


 * He sits, cross legged, in his throne as he thinks to himself. The various things he has done, his weapon, Captain Strider, his master, and the kiss the girl sleeping his hold gave him while he slept, or so she thought. Then, something clicks, as though something he has kept concealed deep with in his subconscious mind reveals itself after long hiding.He grins deviantly to himself for a moment as stands and walks to her cot. He towers at 6'3" above her as he looks down at her sleeping body with glowiing eyes of crimson.