JUNGLE FEAVOR . Weekly task , open

[VASS .]

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

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

In a way, Rhine supposed that he had a lot of metaphorical ghosts that could have been haunting him. The ghosts of leaders from long before him, all of whom were putting a great amount of pressure on his shoulders, trying to ensure that their clan would remain safe. The ghosts of those who had been lost in the hurricane, hoping that they would be held on to in memory, whether it be in his, or in the memories of others. The ghosts of his parents, and his sister that he had lost, forced to bury while he was all on his own, without a shoulder to lean against. He missed them dearly, and he could only imagine that they were watching on him from above, far within the sky that Starckan dwelled in. Of course, he could only imagine any of this, since Starclan hadn't communicated with him at all. Not before he had become leader, and certainly not afterwards. It made his heart ache, and occasionally he blamed himself. After all, this had to be Starclan's way of showing disapproval with his leadership, right? They weren't allowing him to see his loved ones, or those he had believed to be so important, all because they didn't see him as worthy.

Despite all the ghosts that could've ended up haunting him, Rhinestone tried not to let them have too much control over his life. Often, as he patrolled through Palmclan's territory, and took in the endless sights around him, he would think of how much the group had grown. When the hurricane had initially struck, there had been whispers. Terrified ones, wondering if they would ever be able to get back up on their feet, and whether they would survive. Now, when he surveyed the large expanse of their camp, and the boardwalk beyond it, he saw all the work that he had done. He had put his heart and soul into Palmclan, and he didn't intend to give that all up anytime soon. So, damn whatever spirits in the sky had to say about him, or how he chose to run the clan. After all, it wasn't as if they had been rushing to come down and help everyone after disaster had struck. Hell, with all of their infinite wisdom and power, why hadn't they done something to protect Palmclan? So many questions swirled around in his mind, and he found himself stomping away from yet another failed attempt to get in contact with them, leaving the Starshell glittering in his wake.

Truthfully, the leader didn't know where he was going as he moved through the territory, a metaphorical storm cloud lingering above his head. The feeling of warm sand beneath his paws was a comfort, but it did nothing to soothe his bad mood. Thankfully, it seemed as though something was coming to distract him from the ghosts – or at least, from the more metaphorical ones. As he drew near to the boardwalk, Rhinestonestar spotted an NPC dashing off, muttering to others that Vaas had asked him for some kind of torch. Curiosity piqued, the tom glanced off in the direction that the NPC had come from. Leaping his way up and onto the boardwalk proper, Rhine kept his head down as he made his way over to where Vaas was, not having a particularly hard time finding the tiger. He had quite the distinct scent, not to mention the fact that he also had a distinct presence. It was easy to tell where he was nearby, just going by the reactions of those that lingered around him. NPCs whispering about what he had done, or what he was doing.

It wasn't too long before Rhine happened upon Vaas, although his gaze didn't linger on the other male for long. Instead, it moved upwards, admiring the faintly glowing work of art that the tiger had crated behind him. The feline couldn't help the way that his jaw dropped, stunned by the show that Vaas had made of the task given to him. The painted ghost before him made Rhinestone's skin faintly crawl, but he supposed that was kind of the point of it, wasn't it? Tearing his pale eyes away from the artwork for a moment, the leader instead looked towards Vaas, jaws closing and forming a toothy smile, "Vaas... you really went above and beyond with the task given to you, huh? This is amazing... and certainly befitting of the season. Might spook the kittens a little, though." He grew closer to the mural of glow in the dark paint, barely resisting the urge to press his paws against it and smudge it. It really was wonderful, and he wasn't actually that worried about the kits. Most didn't live on the boardwalk unless their families did, and they didn't usually wander out this far.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan