Calm and Quiet -- Medusa's Warrior Plight (open)

[VASS .]

Despite Rhinestone's offer, and the meaning behind the necklace, Vaas would not participate within the clan's rituals- customs and their star-clan. The only ancestor to the tiger was a dead one, and any of his own that looked on and saw him would be disgusted, repulsed that he were alive- thriving while the rest of his family had burned. They all would wish him ill, it was not a man's place to be anything more than a pawn for his family. The fact that he outlived them, that he didn't mourn them and didn't try to save them made him a damned soul.

Maybe there was a fraction there- an inch in his crooked tail that believed it. He was damned that his ancestors if they ever met face to face, would kill him for the simple fact that he was alive while they had died. So no, he did not need the clan's ancestral worship and want of ancestral forgiveness, he knew his ancestors scorned him. For being powerless, for being the only one left alive of his family.

That did not mean, he did not respect it. No Vaas held a great deal of respect for those around him. That found belief and used it to fill the void they all shared. He had went to the celebration as an act of that respect, and he would not honor it himself, but by the end he had stumbled out with his tail held high and the rest of his own crew finding something beyond themselves. Nothing made him more happy than that.

Yet here, the tiger was king, he was fearsome and his eyes glowed with a power that many whispered about. Without the ancestors to guide him- he led his once group into harmony with the clan of the beaches. He was powerful without the ancient magics that one found innate in their blood or awakened from dormant slumber. He won his muscles and scars with blood and fang, and his weapons by the respect, his scars by the battles he had waged and won.

When Medusa came into the clan 'camp' with the warriors plight- an effort to prove herself to the clan that had found her, welcomed her and one she wanted to earn the loyalty to? Vaas was a tiger of merits, of get it done or don't Vaas respected Medusa, and even as some turned away from her, Vaas would be the first to rise from his perch and follow after her.

"Beautiful, Medusa" Vaas' words were the first to chirp from the group. The tiger waveing between tree's as he often did- straying from the path and instead hearding the younger ones back into the path of stone and- enjoying playing in the shadows on the way there. Though the short walk revealed a wonderful place, it was not his word's initial meaning.

No, Vaas won the reputation, the leadership of the boardwalk group simply because of one feature. He listened. In a group that was divided and scattered he was a unifying state that brought them together to find what they needed. When someone needed something done, they came to him. It was something that he had not hid from. If he couldn't get something done, he probably knew just the person with the skills.

Listening meant more tha paying ear to his people, it meant praising them for what he found remarkable. Medusa was trying to push past the boundaries put in front of her, the border of her strangeness and what other's thought of them. Find some common trait- the clan to unify them. Vaas thought nothing more earned praise, to encourage that togetherness, it was important. Vital.

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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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