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BOY KING
"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 — "
Vaas knew of yearning wild blood ran through his marrow , vegetation grew down his spine, water roared deep inside his blood . his body was a battle ground , a vehemence . uncontrolled - untamed . Family called to him a siren song filled with teeth and the clan now demanded his attention with reckless abandon. he felt pulled in opposite directions , between lines - between worlds. a culture that did nothing but suppress and a home that wanted nothing but to let him live.
he was clumsy , reckless, so very naive - but he was young still too . unburdened by the world sheltered by both words in kind. He was pampered, and his problems were personal and not vital in the slightest. he abandoned them when he left - and never had the male done something so cowardly before ; but for the longest time his home had told him stories that the male's role was to provide and the females to think. So for once he didn't think - for once he let his heart take him home and home never really changed destinations , just changed sides.
Things were good , even ground underfoot made the native confident. Yet deep in the soil the tides where shifting , the balance in the world - in his world was sifting. the kick off would either lead to a slope donwards or a complete dropout into the depths. Vaas was not running from his problems- if he were running he would leave this place - his home and the only thing he had called home his entire life . but maybe he was attempting to deny his roles- his duty. His family wanted him to be perfect - the little obedient manservent- or whatever the fuck. Citra wanted a shadow to mold and a mind to hold - and vaas?
Vaas just wanted freedome. it's all he'll ever want- all he'll ever need. but no- what he needs is a home, needs his jungle needs his family.
- afterall, without or family who the fuck are we?
he never knew what it was like to loose something- what it was to miss the feeling of home. It's why he kept his problems to himself- kept his responsibility to himself and took it all in stride. Swept doubt under the eccentric facade that was in your face and violent. It was easier to handle, easier to shift into the role of uncontrollable. At least this hid his true intentions of running.
the day was young , shadows in the jungle shifted to his advantage as russet brushed against the undergrowth. Long bands of beach unfolding under paw claws catching grit - eyes catching her. A silhouette that was surrounded by the sea. Vaas kept an eye on this island- his home since he was born. He knew every face, every voice that lives here- and more that didn't. But he didn't know her- and that was interesting.
cocky , sure. The tiger prowled, his steps soft to the sound of the waves- of the lush vegetation behind them both now. In the open - rosemary bounded after sea life and the tiger bounded after her. His larger frame making quick work of the distance. By the time she caught her own prey- he was tail lengths away from his.
a quick swipe aimed at her back legs- claws bared but not to rake so much as to catch. if one knew him well enough they'd know this behavior was akin to playing. and while Vaas had always been the kind to attack before he asked, he compromised both for a certainty that this was his only chance to catch her off guard. teeth bared in a grin, if he managed to get her oof her feet- he would violently catch her sides and roll her onto her back in the same move. Not standing over her , but standing next to her prone form. The same grin on his maw.
of course, he was't always perfect either. if she did manage to detect him , or dodge his own form of play. he'd make his own dodge for an expected assault , backing clearing out of the way. and hopefully out of range of whatever let her float the squid legs.
he was clumsy , reckless, so very naive - but he was young still too . unburdened by the world sheltered by both words in kind. He was pampered, and his problems were personal and not vital in the slightest. he abandoned them when he left - and never had the male done something so cowardly before ; but for the longest time his home had told him stories that the male's role was to provide and the females to think. So for once he didn't think - for once he let his heart take him home and home never really changed destinations , just changed sides.
Things were good , even ground underfoot made the native confident. Yet deep in the soil the tides where shifting , the balance in the world - in his world was sifting. the kick off would either lead to a slope donwards or a complete dropout into the depths. Vaas was not running from his problems- if he were running he would leave this place - his home and the only thing he had called home his entire life . but maybe he was attempting to deny his roles- his duty. His family wanted him to be perfect - the little obedient manservent- or whatever the fuck. Citra wanted a shadow to mold and a mind to hold - and vaas?
Vaas just wanted freedome. it's all he'll ever want- all he'll ever need. but no- what he needs is a home, needs his jungle needs his family.
- afterall, without or family who the fuck are we?
he never knew what it was like to loose something- what it was to miss the feeling of home. It's why he kept his problems to himself- kept his responsibility to himself and took it all in stride. Swept doubt under the eccentric facade that was in your face and violent. It was easier to handle, easier to shift into the role of uncontrollable. At least this hid his true intentions of running.
the day was young , shadows in the jungle shifted to his advantage as russet brushed against the undergrowth. Long bands of beach unfolding under paw claws catching grit - eyes catching her. A silhouette that was surrounded by the sea. Vaas kept an eye on this island- his home since he was born. He knew every face, every voice that lives here- and more that didn't. But he didn't know her- and that was interesting.
cocky , sure. The tiger prowled, his steps soft to the sound of the waves- of the lush vegetation behind them both now. In the open - rosemary bounded after sea life and the tiger bounded after her. His larger frame making quick work of the distance. By the time she caught her own prey- he was tail lengths away from his.
a quick swipe aimed at her back legs- claws bared but not to rake so much as to catch. if one knew him well enough they'd know this behavior was akin to playing. and while Vaas had always been the kind to attack before he asked, he compromised both for a certainty that this was his only chance to catch her off guard. teeth bared in a grin, if he managed to get her oof her feet- he would violently catch her sides and roll her onto her back in the same move. Not standing over her , but standing next to her prone form. The same grin on his maw.
of course, he was't always perfect either. if she did manage to detect him , or dodge his own form of play. he'd make his own dodge for an expected assault , backing clearing out of the way. and hopefully out of range of whatever let her float the squid legs.
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO