I'm Crying, How Sweet The Sound -- Open

[VASS .]

There was a tale, older than the ex-boss had walked the earth, longer than his mother's own twisted form of ritual was given life was spoken out loud- accepted as a gospel that caused the tiger to disdain- to flee in hate cowardice. A tale of another trivbe- a rival one that had lived upon the island with them: told of sirens of the allure of the sea. So they had build their ships and sailed with them, they had defied the laws of the tribe and when they returned- it was the story of the typhoon: not that many knew it. Before Vaas had joined it and when the first Roux stood and claimed a land he knew nothing about

the land was not his, and the sea was cursed

it needn't be said, after all the creatures known to traverse the lands. Who could truly understand the kind of foes that would lurk in the depths of the ocean?

Vaas was always more commonly found amungst the boardwalk than the sands of the camp. He preferred territory that was once his- even if the entire beach was now a part of their land. Someplace familiar was... alluring. It wasn't something he was able to show in the sense of his own home. He refused to retun towrads that dredded island, stare and the bodies- skulls of his family and know they never got to see their own son become something better

it filled him with a rage

Vaas was patrolling the edges of the boardwalk, where the sea met the land and saw the silhouette of Medusa's own heaving form and rushed forwards. Knowing without being told what had transpired- they had almost drowned. Either the sea had swallowed them or something dragged them. But instead the tiger moved to circle- putting himself between her and the edge of the doc and a gentle nudge in their direction closer on safer ground. After all: the docks were known to be falling apart enough- lets not tempt the fates that day.

"Medusa, breathe. It's... It's over now." The tiger was uncharacteristicly solemn as he spoke. "were still within the water's reach, hermosa" The tiger murmured, trying to coax the other further inland where the sight of her clawmarks was not stark in Vaas' sights. Their struggle for survival causing the shivers of panic to edge in his voice.

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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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