I'VE GOT AN LED, DON'T NEED THE TAN ☆ o, DEATH

[VASS .]

  Selfish – such a word directed at the boss would always elicit a smile along his maw: yellowed fangs flashing in a dangerous display. Neither agreement or defiance: but an acknowledgement, a fact that was known as he grew from too big stumbling paws. He knew what it was like to want but only of the shallow aspect of it: he got what he wanted, by influence or sheer power – Vaas was not a creature to be ignored- denied any one thing. He grew up sheltered and it showed in this, selfishness. Stark as the strips along his pelt, he wore it, and one decided to point it out he smiled with serrated fants and watched the other act on blurting their truth to the world. Would they withdrawl- would vaas let them?

The thing was that Vaas was selfish- yes. Greedy, hoarding thing wrapped in cowardice and battle scars from playfights that lingered- Vaas was selfish for the ones he held close, greedy of the few select that he could claim as his. When Vaas had stumbled into the boardwalk lust-drunk on power and eger to forget, to once again leave behind everything that lingered inside him that yearned for th wild-hunger : Junglefeavor in his soul he carved into the rigidness of his bones.

He lay now within the cage of his own making. Full of clan-cats who glared at the stripes along his back and looked up with a sneer at his size and he smiled, the same silent challenge to them all: Would they withdrawal to such a challenge? did they even see it? Drawl closer? – would Vaas allow them to?

There were some that Vaas had allowed, very few to slip through that challenge and see closer behind the teeth a smile. To meet eyes with the deep jungle jade his mother was always jealous of. Never had Vaas laid down his loyalty: his life was defined rather by the lack of it: but here it was stark as his strips, as the drag in his postures at the worry that nestled into his spine and refused to leave.

There is anything he would do for family. It was one of the few things that had held true, even if the definition of family had changed. afterall, without family, who the fuck are we?

The call had ame that night, during the patrol. Vaas had been one of the few to take notice. Slipping into camp as…

As his world broke.

Rhinestonestar was gone.

Without family, who the fuck was he?

It cut, sinking past knowledge or forthought, beyond his control, beyond medusa’s own wail Vaas came up unto the crumpled frigid form of his once leader. His family his everything

Came

Crumbling

Down

The tiger let out a snarl, even sightless with the tears, he openy wept them now, cutting through the few that dared stand between them. The cloak of fur that cloaked him was cut with a claw as he moved. Large paws tender, careful. loving as he settled the cloak over rhinestone’s form. His front paws on the sides as his head edged where the bundle of cloth didn’t meet the ground. Where rhiestone’s body lay still, cold dead.

“ apa yang telah mereka lakukan kepada anda, moy rey?” Vaas' voice was a whisper into the fur, as the cold crept along side his once covered pelt, his voice trembled, hoarse: when he spoke it again, it was a roar to the awning sky, blank of stars and full of nothing but the snow. apa yang telah anda lakukan

mobile gang:

First line: What have they done to you, my king? / a mix of Spanish and Malay ( native tongue )
Second line: What have they done! (in Malay )

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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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