water under the bridge

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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 — "

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Selfish - vaas was a selfish thing . vicious and brutal and cared only for himself. It showed in the way he abandoned his family, left them in the jungle and joined the lime lite they could not reach. He structured a wall around himself, and let few others in , it was dangerous - vaas was now on his own; even with a clan backing him - alone. But vaas was a crafty devil - convinced he didn't need anyone, at least not yet. High on his Independence, a perfect mix for the perfect fall.

the successful attack did in fact, help boost his ego a little more. Prey had always fallen easy, dumb creatures falling for his wit and speed, but a stronger? Someone with their own thoughts, their own strengths and weaknesses? Vaas was eager for a fight, for an enemy, and he wasn't lying when he said he was excited to meet this stranger- to find them hunting in his home- his island?

His culture was very welcoming, and known for lending a hand, though the typhoon wasn't known for being the most welcoming to strangers. Vaas mixed the two, he will defend and watch strangers avidly, but he will not harm them. at least, not with any malice or desire to kill. Rosemary was unfortunately the first victim to the tiger's antics. thankfully too, because for now, he had little idea what to do to get rosemary to leave.

anyway.

water whips , lands sqarely on the tiger's nose. Vaas flinches and moves to rub his noes, the excited grin on his expression falling short at the dull throb. "Joder!" spanish is not easy to bend into his accent, a language he as only recently deciphered in books. His tongue feels clumsy,and as first impressions go, not well. He looks at the stranger a reproachful gaze, not hateful, like the stranger seems to glare at him. More of a pout, the giant scar that slices through his left eye, does him little favors with the current look.

four eyes , forked tail. water.

wow, he sure knew how to pick his battles.

"You should keep a fucking eye out. Out here it's easy to steal from a loner." Vaas spat back with the same amount of venom in his tone. One paw resting lightly on his noes, he watched the other levitate her food back towards herself, a quirk in his brow at the sight. Sea witch? A powerful one if they were flaunting their power so openly- confident. His green eyes scrutinized the stranger. "Fuck, this is crazy "

"A water witch, 'ere i thought my ma was just sprouting shit." He shook his head, smiling softer, kinder, but no less excited That's nice, real fuckin nice. How long have you been a... practitioner?