( blood in the water | vaas )

[VASS .]

Vaas was the kind of leader that rarely ever led. A group of rouges, the bunch of them; clustered together sharing- protecting the same territory. Some were exiles from others, outcasts; some were born to the boardwalk and Vaas respected them and their bow to respect- power and claim Vaas had stolen from them all; it was only afterwards that Vaas really understood the reason why.

Under a group, under a single figurehead: everyone started to seek him out. For favors, to settle disputes, to direct. Some of them – most of them; knew what they were doing. Vass grew acquainted with the few that got their own shit done and put them in charge of eachother. Told them to lead patrols, to start hunting for the rest of the weaker ones: He got shit down, and it was the only reason that he kept such a claim- a title. Was because this group flowed, and moved with ease of function with him as the figurehead.

Yet, Vaas was not meant to be a leader; he was trained for violence. To kneel deep in blood and lay down on the wire for his sister and mother; he was the wolf they painted a sheep to sacrifice. He was meant for war, to die in battle and it dragged at him, leading. It made him snappish, aggressive; wanting to make an example of a few strangers- and he had. Anyone with a hint of hostility towards the boardwalk was taken to his throne- the concrete whearhouse he had claimed and their blood splattered along the walls of his home. It was an example; and he was ruthless- prideful about it. Anyone who fucked with his group would die.

Honestly, how it devolved from there, he had no such clue.

Vaas could hear the pawsteps of one feline near the entrance of his ‘home’. Stacked cargo and crates; cages with opened doors and some locked tightly. The slow bordome that creeped along vaas’ attention was wisked away, he cocked his head at the entrance- two rusted doors that gave way to a well… ‘furnished’ interior- waiting for a moment before a low growl cut through the Tiger’s throat “what do you ask of me, [abrr=brother]hermano[/abbr]” the costomary greeting from the Boss towards anyone who needed something; a low snear along his maw as he jumped down from his perch atop crates, steadily making his way towards the enterance and knocking open one of the doors to welcome Toadwhisker inside.

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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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