sleeping tiger . cloaks

[VASS .]

Cold, a terrible chill even during the day as it was is such a travesty. Vaas had his own cloak, or had one before- the body of Rhinestone was found- even after the burial that night he hadn't felt even a want to wear the bloodstained thing again: making another one made sense, it also eased the ill-thoughts of the leader's current body, short fur never bode well for the chill even he could feel. After he started, he couldn't stop. Even if the first one made was special, the rest were just as workable.

Still, it took considerate amount of focus to get out of his daze, careful claws ripping a skin to make a pair of cloaks. He looked up- startled at the sight of the fox, a newcomer then? "Feel free to take your pick," Vaas offered, his voice a low baritone made from the misuse of his time. He was on the edge's of sleep more often these days than not. Working, working harder to memorize, of all the gods- reading was never his strong suit and he hated it still. The task he set to the nightfall previous was a small amount to vent that, do something with his claws at least away from the spire of books that fellow clan mates kept giving him about herbs.

As he spotted rhinestone, the grin along the tiger's face spoke of pride and excitement. Maybe he was a tough to sleepy to think too well, and made his expressions- thoughts lax in where they would be guarded. "Hope you don't mind i took the liberty to make you one, rey" The tiger called out, a grin as he spotted foamkit's own want of a cloak. He waved his tail as he moved further from the crate, allowing the fox the space to take one he had been eyeing.

Instead Vaas pulled from his own bedding in the building, stacked up high amidst the crates and storage containers alike. The cloak was thick, heavy fur of a wolf that smelled like herbs and fresh rosemary and burning basil. It was held a baser color of brown with hints of white, but was painted with deep violets and reds, strips and spots. Giving it the general psychedelic look that the tiger had always favored to paint with.

Of course, he settled it along his own back, grabbing the small bundle of fur that made the most challenging and interesting one for foamkit. It was ironically made of rabbit fur, bunches of pelts stitched together smoothly to keep out the chill. He hadn't painted anything beyond a brazen stripe of yellow down the back: not similar to a racer's stripe.

As he settled back down near where he started, he dropped the smaller one down on [member=16080]foamkit.[/member] , tapping the clasp lightly along the center chest of it's seam.. Light weight  in comparison to the one he held over his back, which he pulled off and offered towards the leader. "Humor me, rey" The tiger offered as a sense of reason. a brazen smile before he addressed foamkit with the same bright smile and tired eyes. "I've got paint too, if you want to paint it some foamkit."

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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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