Quasar arrived a touch late—because he prowled behind intentionally. He was a hair away from leaping on Tree, intending on surprising his skittish brother, when Rhinestonestar called for the meeting. However, he stopped himself; Tree’s flicked back ears and anxious posture caused him to reconsider the pounce.
Then he realized his name’d been called, along with Tree’s, and the pup straightened up. He bounced to Tree’s side, pressing his shoulder into the other for moral and physical support. The sparkledoggo’s tail wagged wildly behind him. He wanted to get out of camp without needing an escort all the time! The child completely missed the details of “responsibility” and “tradition” that apprenticeship meant, but he listened well to the cool parts of Rhinestonestar’s little speech.
“I like my name, too!” he barked after Tree.
He glanced at the boardwalk’s boss, who looked much more like Quasar's ideal self than Rhinestonestar. “I want to keep my name like Vaas! But I also want to be a fucking badass warrior! I’ll be Quasar, master of all hunting techniques and slayer of the wicked!” He, snapping his jaws, grinned around his fangs. “I’m going to eat all the rats in the world once I’m an apprentice, just you watch! I’ll fucking do it!”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are