Haunted.

Vaas is a broken, haunted thing . he hides it well, he thinks.

The boardwalk is empty, rotting splintering wood of sorrel and alabaster splotches are cast in the shadows a churning depths that sway and froth below his feet. The sea calls to the tiger ways no creature would know, no creature Vaas would allow get between or every truly discern. It remains to the tiger’s side when all else had left- this sea salt tinged and hungry, but he turns his attention to the ruins- rubble around him rather than the soft lull of familiar longing.

When Quesar had given the tiger his task, he had smiled, a quick flicker-grin that faded as the dog looked off to give another. In the moment the sun had captured the sun baked shores as it winked low into the night. the day was a jovial, if trivial one. A mundane spark of inspiration as other’s went to bust themselves in their own tasks: Vaas set to his nightly routine before he allowed anything of the sort. Duty before pleasure. His mother had instilled into him, in the shade of a yellow-stripped banner along a shattered window- he could just make out the eyes of similar shade.

Vaas instinctively looks away. Into the building there are shattered remains of something fragile trailing along the stone floor, whatever carpet ripped to shreds and rotted by the sea’s corrosive waters seeping in, between splintering logs long enough to cause ruin- sea havoc. He feels the sparks of inspiration linger there, a curiosity that is squashed away as whatever NPC that had taken dwelling into it blinks up towards him, the low call of his name breaks the revere- the trance and before Vaas could think better he walks away from the questioning tone. From the concern Vaas feels nothing but absolutely, blissfully, apathetic towards

Further into the Boardwalk, the sea sounds so far away.

He continues his patrol, the drone stopping short of the forest and boardwalk meet. Asthus far, the entire trip was covered in vibrancy colors muted and in different stages of ruin, here at the edges of the forest there is a… peace. A sense of calm and life. Between two aldar tree’s sprouds a fungus of moss that spring out in a half disk, the hoot of an owl seems more inviting than it ever would seem threatening. Not when Vaas had spotted the darkness in his very tribe and faced It head on- bore it’s ghosts for himself

There along the border within the boardwalk there is a long stretch of concrete that lays blank; he’s nearing the edge of the border, of his task, and the lazy creature feels the need to pull both tasks with one. He mulls over his own idea, and with the setting sun casting large looming shadows over the wall Vaas grins in sudden thought.

When he walks away, it’s with a satisfied step into his track, and as the night blooms, Vaas could be found along the wall, claws and paws dipped into thick visceral paint that shines in the night.

Throughout the fading sun, he is painting a mirror of the forest behind him. It appears almost lifelike, with a sense of detail that is hard to capture without scoring into the canvas of the concrete. Still if one brushes their paws or looks closely there are scratch marks still in it. Where Vaas’ strike deep.

Yet in the night, in the now Vaas finishes his current peace, where a small fox skull was in the painting now rises from the painting like life was brought to it. The eds of cheek bones glowing in the thought of eyes around a void black of shadows. There is no outline for the spirit, but there is the definition of marks along the dirt near it, there is a chain that extends from the base of the skull and sink lower into the dirt where the implications of a body lie.

The spirit is violent, and the tiger finishes up the touches of blood smearing the skull in the same glowed paint that will fade in the light of the sun- into nothing but faint scratches in the stone. It’ll all fade away eventually, but for the moment Vaas takes to sit down, paws stained various colors. And admire his work.

He spots an NPC walking nearby and askes for a small torch, waiting for the other to return to see the work litrally fade away in the light.


//vaas took the challenge and now it's made of only glow in the dark paint