Should one decide to involve themselves, be warned: come ready to sign over your soul, pledge your life, and risk everything, for you will lose everyone—including yourself. It is only a slow descent into madness from here.
How does it feel, the weight of the steel?
The abrupt and violent ending of his human life sent him plundering into the body of an adult deer—memories of his past life, enmeshed lover, and hate for the human race included.
Everything else, left unsaid.
• Incapable of introspection
• Core desire is to possess and control others
• Quick to torture, kill, exploit, take, and abandon
• Has no deep reasoning behind his actions and answers to no one
• Master of body language; observant to the subtlest of movements, flickers, micro-gestures, hair-raises, nostril-flares, pupillary responses, and changes in tonality
• Seeks the vulnerable, the weak, the young, the elderly, the empathetic, those easily led astray, and especially the pure
• Demands and expects unconditional loyalty, even at the cost of one's life; adores those which he is able to use at his disposal
• Only reveals his true name (Vasla) to those he feels worthy of hearing, otherwise called by the nickname of "wolf", or whatever else, to fit his predatory demeanor
• Lacks empathy entirely; unable to experience complex emotions, but rather, simpler variations of more intense feelings. Vasla is a black hole of insatiable, incurable greed and lust for violence and domination
• Finds those who actively seek his presence typically have low self-worth, are prone to self-destructive tendencies, are masochistic, or have endured a past trauma that still lingers through a mental illness; will sniff these out and use this knowledge to his advantage
Easy on the eyes;
Face I | Face II | Face III | TEF Reference
• Vascular
• Mardi Gras pelt inspired + modified
• Skull mask is impenetrable and considerably dense; heavy enough to weigh on the joints and cause them to noticeably pop and click. The species of animal skull and how it came into existence is completely unknown. Unsettling in its perpetual state of grin. Vasla reveals his face to those most loyal, only.
Noteworthy;
• Devoured the fawn of Liange and Chrona
• Tore the wings of The Fallen Angel, Crybaby
• Isolated, scarred, and battered Accendare before bludgeoning her to death; an inevitable and fitting end for those most loyal, committed, and cherished by Vasla.
The forest had hoped and prayed to their beloved stone gods that he had left after Accendare's death. They started to believe the lies they told themselves and their children so that they may sleep at night: that Vasla was gone for good, perhaps even dead; that he was nothing more than a bad dream, and it was over.
The truth is that Vasla was a stain. He left a mark on the forest and it was never going to wash out, no matter how hard one tried to wash their hands and rid themselves and the forest of his sin.
Even so, time passed, and eventually a peaceful hush swept over the forest. Accendare's death became something everyone knew of but never talked about, convinced it was better to be kept swept under the rug with their heads turned, eyes closed, in shame and fear over her gruesome passing.
