claws rut the jungle blood . Power discovery

[VASS .]

There was something to be said about faith, in times like these where their ancestors bore down upon them and found them lacking. The silence of the stars a sign of their own quiet dismay; their distaste. Vaas had lived with a disquiet rebellion of his family for years. Took dark, silent delight in their traditions failing. His home life, however disruptive, fucking shitty as it was, taught him something: Taught him to snarl before he smiled, taught him to never trust a witch that held power over him, and taught him that belief - belief in family, was just as easily shattered as the belief in anything.

It made him a cynic, no- it made him worse. At least cynics could trust. Deep down there was always that other, baseless side that craved destruction, wrought blood with claws and fang, took pleasure with the thrill of the hunt, the chase of battle. Vaas had never refuted it, indulging in his more carnal delight of wanting war, fights. It wone him respect in the Typhoon and it won him the boss role of the boardwalk group, before the merger. Vaas has always been praised for his brutality, it was expected from him within his home, known of him- in the typhoon. But here, this place was so complex so… fucking comlicated

Here, there were lives at stake: lives that mattered, that Vaas refused to loose. He lost his family and still felt the sting no matter how much he refused to admit the care for them. It hurt when they left, it hurt so horribly that he couldn’t stand his own fucking home. He didn’t want to leave again, didn’t want to. So he did what he could to keep it, to assure it’s survival. If it meant leaving the clan, if it meant confronting his old home for help then it was easy, laughably so.

But then the witch looked at him and shook her head no. Goldenluxury was apathetic, and her deputy were worse. Feeling the sudden betrayal of his own home- his own beliefs shatter so fucking easily – hurt. Vaas had come back on the throws of that anger, and he hid it well. Jumping into the water and clawing through the sands until the meeting had last been called.

He didn’t know he still had that kind of faith in him, until it shattered.

It was easy to push it aside, for days the tiger quietly stewed on it, left it along and refused to look at it. No matter how brutish he was known for, he was smarter than to just leave it, until it blew over. He was smarter than that, but- it was an accident. it was an accident.

Vaas was on the outskirts of the boardwalk, where the buildings were flush against the woods that flanked their south side. From the distance he could see the faint glow of his older painting, and he didn’t go towards it, instead slipping between the tree’s enjoying the chill that promised storms of a frigid winter. Between tree’s there was movement, between the fading light that winked between the tree’s Vaas stepped closer, and found himself at the edges of a pond, starting to frost over.

Thin ice coated the surface, and something shined at the bottom of the pool. Some sort of gem, he thought- and pushing past the ice that didn’t crack- didn’t fissure so much as melt as he retrieved it: didn’t alarm him. Instead when he pulled it out of the water, the moss coated gem: the water came with it.

/seems spoopy bc he hates powers so /shrug/

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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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