I'M BARELY BREATHING // mural

[VASS .]

the evening was quiet, placid still as the sound of waves along the shore proved to keep the tiger within the main stretches of camp. Amidst the huddled snow that now crept along their beach like an infection, vaas was clear of it. The large cat a blight against the sense of sight. Brilliant rusted orange with the flairs of black striping. He didn't hide, even know there was a sense of confidence, of a prowl along the edge's of his gait as he moved deeper into the clan camp. Finding comfort in the quiet, in the chill, watching with amusement as some sense of childishness as his breath puffed out of his mouth like a billowing smoke.

Suprisingly sober, and in a good mood. The tiger noticed Foamkit along the edge's of camp, the cliff face had been something Vaas hadn't really took the time to ponder, but knew the small alcove the clan had carved for itself was large and sprawling. THe vivid display of color near the kit caught his eye, and he stalked closer, eyes watching them finish up the small painting before he tried to decipher it.

It was a kid's drawling, but even still there was a sense of wonder, aw at the sight of it. Vaas felt proud of the other, the whisper of the kit's voice confirming it. Family. In the quiet evening he had been assured of it, and Vaas sat down beside the other. his tail curling over the other's painted paws; knowing the chill.

"You did wonderful, Foamkit" Vaas' voice was suprisingly soft when he spoke, the emotion weigning his own enthusiasm as he took the moment to marvel at paint spattered paws, it wasn't that long ago Vaas himself set out to pain something, but this was an unprompted thing, where Vaas took the request Quesar had given not too long ago.

"Family is important to us, it builds you up" Vaas confirmed for him, a low rumble that sounded akin to a purr escaped the throat of the tiger. 

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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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