The bitter chill of a winter too soon. It had come at them without mercy, without a single end in it’s sight: just hope for a long summer. Already they were crippled, downed in a way that couldn’t should’t be known; there were errant whispers about the tiger when he was new. Vaas’ large visage demanded respect, demanded from the weak willed fear if nothing else: he had lived with scorn and now it was no longer different. A medicine cat did not mean he would sheathe his claws in war. Did not mean he was suddenly soft. The tiger was a walking threat to the weak willed, cutting tongue and simple presence: a threat.
He was a medicine cat without a thought or care about the stars, and it was a wonder he was even allowed the position. Beyond the careful outburst from his apprentice: Quasar didn’t want to learn to heal, which was fair- Vaas had been assigned his kid for the fact that Vaas was good at battle, but his knowledge of herbs was needed as well. When so few of the boardwalk member’s- now a part of the clan turned and abandoned the practice of being the medicine men.
Where the group had seen security in it, Vaas had hardened himself to the scrutiny. It was a careful facade some days, beyond the few and known others who would see him and knew of him personally, he was curt.
It was nightfall where the tiger stood out. A slinking shadow of blood having slipped into the boardwalk peers where some of the more ostracized member’s of the clan had found refuge. Clan cats and boardwalk member’s who still found comfort there- who knew of him as a character before his size and feared him for more than simple looks: simple breed. It was a few hours after the sun had sunk below the horizon, Vaas’ eyes were fever bright and the glow around his wrist of water mingled with bio luminescent algae.
“Hunters, warriors, and apprentice’s. Gather for a hunting session.” Vaas’ voice was sharp, commanding and absolute. He left no room for hesitance, and he stilled as he waited for other’s to join in the search for some sort of hunt. Vaas had spent the last few weeks catching the scent of larger prey- larger than most would know what to do with beyond ignore. Where the clan was mostly of smaller felines, he had felt the awning of hunger for weeks. Meager rodents and rabbits would not satiate him for more than days, and with winter’s chill he had snacked more than he ate. Berries and herbs that curbed the appetite: they did not hold.
He was the medicine cat, yes. But he was a warrior before all else; he was hungry, and he saw the hunger of other’s. Eyes of other’s watched him from the shadows and planes of the boardwalk, and he waited for a few to skitter out, join him. “Large prey is within the vicinity, it’ll feed a great deal of us, if we can catch it.” The scent of a family of deer had been getting closer within the borders. Still outside of the sandy trenches, but within the forests for sure.
[table][tr][td]He was a medicine cat without a thought or care about the stars, and it was a wonder he was even allowed the position. Beyond the careful outburst from his apprentice: Quasar didn’t want to learn to heal, which was fair- Vaas had been assigned his kid for the fact that Vaas was good at battle, but his knowledge of herbs was needed as well. When so few of the boardwalk member’s- now a part of the clan turned and abandoned the practice of being the medicine men.
Where the group had seen security in it, Vaas had hardened himself to the scrutiny. It was a careful facade some days, beyond the few and known others who would see him and knew of him personally, he was curt.
It was nightfall where the tiger stood out. A slinking shadow of blood having slipped into the boardwalk peers where some of the more ostracized member’s of the clan had found refuge. Clan cats and boardwalk member’s who still found comfort there- who knew of him as a character before his size and feared him for more than simple looks: simple breed. It was a few hours after the sun had sunk below the horizon, Vaas’ eyes were fever bright and the glow around his wrist of water mingled with bio luminescent algae.
“Hunters, warriors, and apprentice’s. Gather for a hunting session.” Vaas’ voice was sharp, commanding and absolute. He left no room for hesitance, and he stilled as he waited for other’s to join in the search for some sort of hunt. Vaas had spent the last few weeks catching the scent of larger prey- larger than most would know what to do with beyond ignore. Where the clan was mostly of smaller felines, he had felt the awning of hunger for weeks. Meager rodents and rabbits would not satiate him for more than days, and with winter’s chill he had snacked more than he ate. Berries and herbs that curbed the appetite: they did not hold.
He was the medicine cat, yes. But he was a warrior before all else; he was hungry, and he saw the hunger of other’s. Eyes of other’s watched him from the shadows and planes of the boardwalk, and he waited for a few to skitter out, join him. “Large prey is within the vicinity, it’ll feed a great deal of us, if we can catch it.” The scent of a family of deer had been getting closer within the borders. Still outside of the sandy trenches, but within the forests for sure.
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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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