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

[VASS .]

Vaas was no stranger to closeness, living in a close knit family such as he... had: such touches were greedily stolen from one another, and in such concern-edged panic on the cusps of his eyes he didn't hesitate when he moved, darting closer towards the cold-blooded creature until he could feel the wet wash of sea soak his own fur. Her scent dredged with the sea so similarly before but now it was drowned it- no sense of the bone-like smell of scales. it worried him.

He felt Medua's tail curl around his angle and he didn't stop his careful pace farther away from the docks. Rhinestone catching sight of them both and having the same worry-edged concern in his voice soothed Vaas in a way that at least he wasn't the only one concerned.

"The cage is close, I've got some shit there for nothing else- to warm ya up. The tiger offered, cutting the leader's train of thought- Vaas had similarly raised next to the sea, and as long as they were not actively drowning healing could wait for the solid comfort of ground and soft bedding. It wasn't camp, wasn't Medusa's den- but the boardwalk was a far distance from the camp at such a slow pace they were going.

He was of course, refering to his own... den as it were. It was too large for him to consider it plainly his, but even in the boardwalk the few NPC's they had they held more medical knowledge were the ones that had been once the boardwalk. Vaas could sent a messenger from there- or if nothing else hunt up the herbs. His den stockpiled plenty of... herbs as it were. Maybe the helpful kind. Maybe.

Catnip was considered soothing towards dogs, but it wouldn't help much another feline like medusa. They were part snake... and he had no clue on snakes. But- fuck it.

Vaas had made up his mind then and there, carefully the tiger lowered his head. Large jaws moving to grasp Medusa gently in his maw. She was moving so slow and didn't respond to either of them so far. Vaas was worried, worried sick and it was only the saving grace of the lack of drugs in his systems that kept him from screaming- pacing- manic.

Now, the sense of clarity would be a blessing, for a moment at the very least.

And the tiger, without the hesitance and all the sense of getting the other someplace warmer, convincing himself more and more by the moment's- the other was part snake and thus needed to get warm. Snakes needed warmth and closed off areas to feel safe, and any sane person honestly-fuck -moved. Careful of his cargo, but giving a signal or the leader to follow him as he prowled closer towards his own den. Where there was warmth and pelts and a dark dim lack of activity, or so it would seem.

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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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