WHAT GOES UP MUST COME D[O]WN + ressurection/joining

[VASS .]

It was nautral, the want to rule, the crave for power, the lust for battle, they were all heady things. Intoxicating in every meaning of the word, stiffing whatever true reason for it until you found yourself twisted beyond recognition. The boy king, he had been called. He had been heraled for a great many things growing up, even without the same power his mother and sister both had curling under his pelt, the muscle, the demand for respect. Vaas was ruthless, even in his small tribe.

Not that it mattered anymore.

No, they all burned, succumbed to the elements of the volcano, either in the slow rolling magma or the smog plumed up into the air, into their lungs. Vaas didn't care, didn't allow it for himself, instead he moved on, moved away from the isle that he still craved to return to: he found Palmclan, and it was enough. It had to be enough.

Spotting the small cub along the border, stumbling on uneven feet, The warrior felt the trickle of weariness. Not for the cub, but the flicker-flash defensive- threat that loomed over the impression of them. It was instictual, and it was unwanted.

However he flashed a smile along his maw, the large tiger coming to stand beyond the other's vision, the blade along his hip a sudden weight, a noticeable presence. "Look 'an little lost, kid" The Ex-boss had stated, tired, solem eyes watching the other's head, rather than ever meet their eyes. "you've found yourself along our border, something i can help you with?"

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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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