sleeping tiger . cloaks

[VASS .]

Vaas' previous hunt had been successful, and as the carcass was stripped for meat and it's bones set to bleach- it left the thick pelt of it. Thick wintry fur of his own was enough to keep him warm, but with sickness so common around the edge's of camp and as the healer, he had a duty. Once the tiger had started he didn't much care for stopping, stripping his own stash of pelts- from more exotic patterns and types of furs. By the time the dawn light up the boardwalk Vaas' own den- the more likely known for healer's den held within it a small crate of cloaks. Hand made with claps of small bone and striped leather.

There was already a demand for them: as Vaas had set to his task last night many had come in to see the once Boss busy at work: word had spread around that Vaas was making a cloak, and while there was little doubt who he made the first one for, the fact that there were more than one... maybe he had a few spare to give out to other's? He smirked as people walked in and out, nervous eyes watching the pile of his work. As of yet no one had stepped up to ask for one, as he was still working. But it was only a matter of time.

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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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