The sure sight of the sun rising over the waters was calm, peaceful. If not for the location Vaas might’ve smiled at such a sight: beautiful, and welcoming the waves that washed upon the shore creating a sound so faithfully known, vital to the tiger as much as breathing, as much as war. It was home far more than any place, any isle or clan could ever be.

There was no time to enjoy it though, calming the morning rose to meet the warrior but tumultuous the thoughts. Gravel underfoot paved way for nothing more than a barrier to the place he sought. The native returning to the isle he was born to: The typhoon.

Seeing it after the volcano, it looked almost as if… as if nothing had changed. The tiger could push past the border now and be welcomed amidst his tribe off of the haven isle. Could ignore the clan that tried to claim it and return home, Ignore forget the clan he now claimed outside this small island and return to the expected. He closed his eyes for a moment it was a nice dream, but reality was set in stone, and when he opened his eyes again he smothered the wish as quickly as he held it.

He didn’t have the time to remiss, to sit here and idle, even know coming to the typhoon for help was dangerous. It was a selfish thing, a selfish want for he betterment of his own clan. He knew the island dwelling clan could easily ignore him; and he expected it. Expected a great many things, but that didn’t stop him from trying, from sitting here and demanding to be helped- aided anyway.

“Oi, you Pirate-wannabe fucks” The tiger ignored the bell that taunted him, sneering yellowed fangs reflecting off the tarnished bell as he prowled, pacing along the edge of the border. “My name is Vaas, I lived here before, I need to speak to GoldenLuxury, or her right hand”

There was a reason for asking for goldie right start. She had seen palmclan, knew his new home and secondly he knew that she would feel honnor bound to help, if nothing else the fact they held Lovekit inside their borders and released him whole-safe happy. Would at least help him with why he was here.

Decency, normal fucking decency: It was the only hope the tiger truly had here. Still there was a relief to see Rosemary, as bristled as the tiger felt, a familiar face in the suddenly harrowing task he had set himself to when crossing such a far distance seemed all the more perilous. It was decent, what his clan did, decent that they welcomed even him amongst them. Yet there was a truth that Goldenluxury knew, that Vaas felt: there was so much worse that could happen, and at this point, Vaas was expected the worse as if it were normal.

The tiger did not do anything as sure as cocking his head, halting at Rosemary’s words, and instead taking them in with a rictus grin set on his face, the grim set into his eyes did not meet the pair of eyes of the witch, instead shifting his direction back towards the bell, the same small feeling suddenly too ill form. “You’re a clan surrounded by the waves, but it is something different to be made from them.”

His eyes shifted towards Roxane as she approached, the dismissive look, the uninterested sense of importance on the quartermaster made him sick The smile that he struggled to maintained fell at such an audience, his tail a lash against the sands behind him, he had half a mind to invoke the leader’s name again. He had no time for this, no time for posturing and ego.

“My clan does not know I am here, bogatstvo” abundance, wealth, power. The title that fell from Vaas’ lips was unconscious tick of his and he didn’t revoke the title he gave, instead he pressed further in. Smashing his own self-worth to look Goldenluxury in the eye, a challenge if he were not so desperate. Or even more so one, let his desperation bleed into his eyes, let the implications of his words he heard loud and clear, to everyone here.

“But they will,” Let that those who think this is a rouse pay attention. “I left this clan, this place not expecting- or wanting to find another place. Yet I did, I found less a clan and more a family, cousin” A native of this island, he had spent so much time running from here and all the ghosts it held for him, and so haunted and hunted by the nightmares, the history. The fact he returned here made it clear, he would rather spit at goldenluxuries feet- for all his respect for her, then return.

It sang, in his body, the sudden attention that the leader rapt from the warrior, the stranger that he now was to his homeland. To his native island- he felt like an outsider. Suddenly he only craved home, and home was longer here.

“Rosemary had offered to help us, once; if one of us wished to learn the way of healing, this is- something like that” Vaas spoke, cutting his glance towards rosemary’s speckled paws before flickering back- no longer quite meeting goldie in the eyes as much as looking at the golden brow of the captain. “One of our own succumbed to the ocean, heard it calling to ‘em. Goldie, this is personal to your father’s tribe- and now your clan’s own rites” This was why he asked for them, there was the warrior pleading with the ability- the permission to even try.

Since Vaas was a kid he knew the other tribe, the sister tribe that the Clan was held against, that the clan was built from. A roux’s name held power, and Vaas? He couldn’t even claim his last matron’s name anymore without shivering. His tribe was ash, burnt- he wished nothing of it now, but clung to the connection it gave.

A bright shock of laughter broke from the tiger, “Like a siren Cuz, that sound familiar to you? Hm?” He shook his head, turning his square head towards the banks of a far off island of haven isle. “I need the herbs that stop that, and I’m asking for them, to stop my clan’s fear of it’s own fucking shore. Half the border, it scares her. ”