are we born this way? [o] power mishap

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After three hours of fruitless hunting on the beach, Quasar returned to the shallow valley emptypawed. He jumped over one of the rocks circling the camp, and his grumblings caused a grey tabby to notice him. The tomcat eyed him oddly when Quasar landed and continued walking without even a hitch in his step. But Quasar never noticed, absorbed in his angry, incoherent rambling.

“How’s that a defensive perimeter—” Quasar hadn’t figured out he was the weirdo, given he had a tiger for a mentor. “—When I can just jump over that? Vaas can too, I reckon. And I’m so tired of hunting aquatic prey when it’s so fucking cold. Oh, training is completed by prey species… no matter what your species is or what you’re good at. Well! I suck at hunting in water. And this shitty cold fucked bullshit is annoying as hell when you’re just sitting still… I want to run and chase something, dammit! Rabbits are easier… if I’d gone looking for rabbits instead of fish, I probably could’ve bagged at least a scraggly old rodent bastard fuck shit.”

Crackles popped in his chest, and Quasar hesitated. He bit his tongue; his diatribe halted. Why did he have such a stupid excuse for a power? The only time it worked when he wanted, he’d nearly killed himself. Besides, lightning was basically useless unless he wanted to explode something. Medusa’s fire and Vaas’s water were more useful. And less dangerous. And why did his lightning only act up when he hated on shit? How could he control his fucking lame ass power when he couldn’t stop thinking about breaking bones?

He gnashed his teeth and growled, faceplanting in the snow. But the cold didn’t cool him down, it only infuriated him more. “I fucking hate this shitty excuse for a fucking season. Who the fuck? Needs? Winter?!?!”

// pls wait for [member=16558]DOVAH[/member] to post + one more reply from quasar! then it's posty posts for all

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