IT'S A TYPICAL STORY ☆ o, merger celebration

[VASS .]

a gift crooned the strangers. A celebration- a ceremony Npc's hushed around him. Vaas felt a shiver run up his spine. Red rimmed the jade green of his eyes, narrowed in consideration to the whispers that flocked to him. The merger was agreed upon by the pair of them, but his own clan's own willingness to. Vaas had allowed it, but he remained strctly within the boardwalk since the merger. Reamining mostly in his home- patroling the boardwalk as it was.

Until now

He was a beast of habit, and while the rest of his once group went off to search their knew stretch of land- their clan mates: Vaas did something similar, sticking to the boardwalk and welcoming the few that were brave enough to enter the land that was once claimed by someone else. It felt... wrong to leave his home, and even through the merger: he kept his home, his belongings there within the abandoned town. Let the beachers dig their pits and call them homes. Vaas would live like the king of the jungle he always was.

There were whispers, a few of the lingering groups commong to congradulate him for joining- welcome him. Discuss the differences between the two. None of it was truly enlightening, but it brought with it news of this... gathering. Of the feast, the celebration, the ceremony

Vaas felt his lips curl in a sneer.

He was in a bad mood, his stash was tainted, and scattered because of the rats that had still lingered in the boardwalk. So he had gone without so much of a sniff. It made him angry, and snappish, and the plume of steady smoke kicking up into the air along the beach only made the steady headache between his brows grow into a larger; more pressing known agitation.

Vaas joined the rest of the group that had gathered. Red rimmed eyes locking with his new leader, Rhinestone. Few NPC's had seen the tiger and simply backed off, most of them still too put-off of his sheer size to even feel comfortable around him, and the few that were apart of the boardwalk- his crew...

well, they knew better than to get in the boss' way when he was like this.

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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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