claws rut the jungle blood . Power discovery

[VASS .]

Vaas felt brittle edge anger, where the fear and hysteria bubbled forth, a froth of it mixing into the tension that refused to leave him. There was no choice in this, this curse that had wrought from him, he knew that his family would surly kill them, if they weren’t already dead, they would see the coil of their power and worship his very fucking feet, would see it and know that he was chosen- destined more so than the bitch of a sister who could only sway the plants with her paws. Who could crumble earth under her paws, Vaas felt the tide call, the cuff around his wrist flexed and with the hill of the air, shifted to a rigid ice.

Quesar’s voice cut across his thoughts, and to see the tiger flinch from the voice, void for a moment and quiet. Vaas knew that voice, that quiet anger like he knew his own. Vaas grew up to hear the quiet resentment of other’s and felt his tail still, a shiver of anticipation up his spine. What if it proved them wrong? Did his apprentice see the power and fear it? Anger was easier than fear… so much easier.

It’s a curse, but Quesar was right – it was his. Vaas had lived quiet in rebellion but Vaas was free now. He shuddered, his eyes shooting up to the violet tinge of the apprentice’s jaw, seeing the from that married his features and let out a breath. “No,” tradition had never held the appeal to him, but the fault lie to vaas, to believe the lies he so plainly knew them as, it still stung, to hear his apprentice spit before him what he knew, what he should’ve known. He drew this out, prolonged it and for a moment allowed himself to be weak, let the tide of it flood him. Infront of Quesar and Rhinestone, in front of nine. Vaas blinked, and the salt water dribbled down into the soft grass below him. “We outlived them, hm?”

There was guilt there, it cut. "I outlived them" Felt the edge of his own tide of emotions soften into something more bearable. Rhinestone’s voice drawled him in, the other’s smaller frame, ruby russet mingled with soft green and beyond the blur of tears Vaas heard his voice. Trust. Vaas had denied it, pushed it aside for so long now, Vaas trusted this clan, he wanted this, to claim it as his had been selfish- but it was the truest thing he ever did.

He hoped to never regret it, because now he couldn’t see a way without it.

When rhinestone approached, vaas’ reaction was instant. Before he could try any kind of meager comfort, vaas lunged. His eyes meeting the color of blue before the other was ensured. His paw left unmarred from his magic aiming to curl around the other’s back, tugging him closer into a tight hug. His breath came out more like a gasp, his head heavy atop the other’s, but with careful control he breathed in deeply.

Emotion was not a weakness, and he built himself up with each breath. Emotion was not a weakness. It was stronger than any torrent, any hurricane. Belief blew away at the wind’s control, but Vaas’ trust in this clan was absolute. Rhinestone, quasar both had made that concrete. His loyalty here was cemented with each careful breath.

This power, it is mine. It is mine to wield and I chose to protect this, this clan. This home. This family.
 

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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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