False cheer - Testing Storage

[VASS .]

Even in winter, there were traces of warmth. It came curling along his pelt: flush under the cloak Vaas had taken to carry with him now, hiding the stark contrast his pelt had with the new bleached landscape into a more softer brown. The tiger had been absent the last day or so, and as he reared his head the morning it was with the quiet finality of his breath: Alive, whole. When one of his own was gone, when his family was sick and horrendous. Guilt swam in his eyes, throughout the week he had refused to meet most of the gazes of the ones around him, including rhine. His eyes drifted from snow to more snow, even at the shouts of Medusa's name he could manage to look up, his eyes watching the fimiluar shift of scales and fur of memory fade. Spiderlike patterns along their form flickering.

He blamed the exhaustion for the delayed reaction, but as soon as recognition flickered into his features, there wasn't much that would stop the medicine cat. "Medusa! hermosa !" Vaas laughed joyishly, and made no hesitation in moving closer, yellowed fangs a contrast to the dull garb of the tiger. "Don't you ever do that again, okay? you scared the shit out of me" THe medacine cat admonished, with a wave of his paw he pulled the dull cloak from his form and bullied medusa into wearing it. Fixing the clasp with freezing the water to hold the fabric steady.

Closer than before, he didn't lower his voice, but his words held back the emotion, instead taking to jovial, even at the strain his words held. "I thought you was gone, i don't cope well when my family dies, Hermosa" The first time his family had passed away had left him crumbling, even under the strain of their relatioships- their hurt towards him. But this family was different: the one he chose- and for it to be gone so quickly, for medusa to just leave, as quick as she game and reappear? it hurt

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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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