( a merry chase | open )

[VASS .]

rats where common here, it would seem.

Along the boardwalk, old rotted wood sighed against the weight of the boss group's; a stranger, such as it were was no uncommon. They passed through like litter; a paper bag drifting through the vacant streets and just as plentiful in what was once an abandoned twoleg place. Now the concrete jungle along the southern front was stolen for the homes- structure they would allow. Impenetrable to rain or sleet or snow.

Vaas was not ignorant to the plight of the rats. Skittering, fearful creatures that they were didn't bother him. In his jungle made of stone and rotting wood; they didn't dare encroach upon his sights, and those that did where quick to scatter at the sight of the large feline. He understood it was a problem, they festered and bred within his walls, and such a plight was something that shouldn't be ignored when one was the boss.

His own clan had discussed ideas of how to rid them. Chasing them out seemed easy until you realize just how large an area of the boardwalk is; how many tight spaces. There were not place Vaas could chase them from that they wouldn't return to when the boss turned his back. It made him... frustrated- to say the least.

But they were getting bolder by the day, here along the border; there was almost a resurgence as of late. Wherever they had come from- they had returned here, in his home. They came back less scared, and more aggressive. Arrogant.

He watched Toad for a moment, onl to let out a hiss in sympathy at the sight of one grabbing hold of the smaller tom. Yes, the rats where almost as big as Vaas' own paws, at times. They were getting larger, braver, and now they were attacking strangers, lovely. He streatched along the rotting wood plants. Claws raking against it before he punctuated his presence with a loud roar.

It broke the stranger's reverie, and would scare the vermin far enough away for the moment. " ya should get that looked at, forastero" He replied, his voice gruff in comparison to the loud shout he earlier punctuated. a slow, sly grin scratched across his maw as he looked down towards the stranger, passerby- really. They all usually were quick to move along when they got a good look at the boss, as it were. And if the boss didn't scare them off- well, the rats were usually good work to finish the job. 

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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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