You can stay . return

[VASS .]

Moments taken out of his life, stolen from him- where would he be without the glades? Why did he ever leave? The answers were selfish and unnecessary, too much was too good and he simply didn't trust it. It was easy after that, to spiral back into older, more dangerous habits. When the blame for his solitude was himself alone, his fear, his failure.

Vaas in comparison was older, nearing the age of past his prime. Three year old Siberian Tiger's frame was large, scarred and in horrid disarray, the scent of rouge covered up long ago any claim he had to this clan- what right was there, what left? He was no longer the leader of the boardwalk staring down a ruddy cat who stumbled into his home. The slight warble to the young leopards leg caught his attention immediately, it was immediate- instinctual of a predictor, and only the tiger's own rueful mood kept him from focusing on it entirely. Red rimmed jungle eyes watched the stranger- walk in his territory - his home.

The flash of anger isn't unexpected, but it catches him off guard here. It's only caught in the edge of his form, a shudder of inaction where a large whipcord tail hit the ground with a resounding silence. "Vaas" He smile on Winter's face felt fake to him- false to a king of a concrete jungle now lost to him. One he had to- fight earn to return to. Barter with these stranger's just to find the familiar spaces where he used to walk. "Vaas Montenegro"

"The legate, huh?" The tiger's voice was cool, indifferent. It's emotion in the lack of it. Jade eyes glanced towards the stranger- Winterhymns Pendragon. took rhinestonestar's place where- where was he? Vaas took a moment to look around, at the face of strangers. "I'm sure you're new, It's only been a moon and they really cleaned the house didn't they. I was the boss of the boardwalk, before the merge, your predecessor-" Rhine, Mi Rey- gone. "welcomed me in, with open arms"

There was a bitter, sudden urge to laugh at the Medici that had took his place. He felt a wave of his own emotions shudder, visible through his pelt like a ripple of muscle. Black paws extended into the dirt, claws digging softly into the flesh of the earth and shredding the grass under his paws. Then-then-

Two cubs bundled forth, one more hesitant than the former. ANd his eyes narrowed down on the scaled one. Onyxkit- oh he remebered that cloak that he made for her. clasps to hook at their wings and keep them warm through the first true blizzard the beach ahd seen before-

well, before he left really.

"It's only been a month, I-" his eyes zeroed in on Onyxkit when he spoke, "I miss my family, the family I found here in the Palm glades"