Posts by Viper Bordeaux

Viper had always been a little skewed in the head. Ever since he set foot on Exiles territory, they had to know he was a little out of the ordinary. He hadn't told anyone specifics. He'd told Val a bit, but that was because he loved Val. It wasn't that Viper didn't trust the Exiles, it's that his brain was telling him not to trust the Exiles. He was forever caught in a complicated game in his own head, like two parties fighting each other with no real end goal.
Who really knew what had set the Frenchman off in the first place? Was it Deb leaving? The fight with Val? A combination, or something completely different? Had he started to grow a tolerance to the drugs he took every morning and night to mellow out himself? The problem had started slowly, as most do. It grew from his usual distraction to familiar hallucinations of shadows that never seemed to go away. Then came memory loss and fogging until he could barely remember where he was. He thought he was still trapped on a battlefield somewhere far away, waiting and hoping for the day the war would be over so that he could go home.
The Exilers had been mildly impressed with the leg he had brought home. Viper had kept the leg until the beautiful pelt had rotted away and it no longer interested him. His daily walks and settling in a tree had turned into pacing back and forth in the clearing and then forcing himself to go on about his day. The interruptions were catastrophic, his focus had declined sharply and he always seemed to be somewhere else. Trapped somewhere unreachable. Viper always seemed to be staring off into the distance, watching something only his pinky colored eyes could see.
The rain came down in buckets, soaking everything. Someone smart would have enough sense to stay inside, but not Viper. He was doing his usual pacing routine. He didn't know why he did it, he just couldn't help himself. Viper would make it stop if he could, but it was impossible.
The rain spattering on the ground was magnified. The sound was deafening in Viper's ears. But just above the din, he could hear it.

I died so you could live and this is how you use that privilege?
No matter where Viper turned, the grotesque figure was there. The eyes were missing, along with most of the pelt. The creature had been pulled straight out of a graveyard, except it wasn't.
"I'm fine." Viper answered, giving the creature a side-glance. He couldn't fight it, he couldn't make it leave. It would stay if it wanted and apparently it wasn't going anywhere.
Nothing is fine. Everyone who loves you is leaving you. You will be alone. They will cast you out, like what has happened so many times before. It will happen again, history will repeat itself. They will find you and take everything from you. Nothing is forever.
Viper ignored it, lashing his short tail back and forth. That wasn't true. The Exiles didn't just throw people out for no reason. There would have to be a reason. Viper hadn't done anything wrong, so there was so reason for them to throw him out.
You killed me.
Freezing in his tracks, Viper's eyes blazed pink fire. "I did nothing of the sort. You died on your own terms, bitch, I had nothing to do with it." He snapped, his voice raising above the drumming of the rain. "How fucking dare you make accusations about me like you weren't fucking there." As soon as he felt hot tears well up in his eyes, Viper threw his glasses against the outer wall of the prison, storming inside and slamming the door behind him. It was no wonder his glasses were as broken as they were.

Viper sat down with his back against the wall, his chest heaving and his sopping wet fur leaving a puddle underneath him.

// retro to capture
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Everyone had told Viper had he had been a fool for chasing after Val. Maybe he was, but Viper did it anyway. He loved Val more than anything, possibly. He took care of Val, making him breakfast every single morning and keeping him warm and comfortable at night. No one could convince Viper otherwise, not even his own mind. He felt safe with Val and Viper didn't really feel safe anywhere anymore.
The skinny Frenchman was coated in a sticky layer of his own blood and his front leg was twisted awkwardly. His eye had swollen closed. He was in no condition to walk or really move. His large tan ears were plastered to his head and he almost missed the sound of Val's voice. It took him a minute to register in his head who it was.
"I missed you. I love you so, so much. I stayed alive for you." Viper breathed, barely conscious. He groaned softly when he was hoisted up onto Val's back.
Viper hadn't expected Val to come looking for him. He hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him. Was Viper really that important?


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Viper had barely left Val's side since he had come home, limping along at his side with their fur brushing, probably from paranoia. His brain was still foggy and he had to be reminded of thing almost constantly. Some days were better than others. Viper didn't like staying still, which didn't do his broken leg any favors. His eye had cleared up relatively quickly, but his sight had gotten worse with the head trauma he received from being smacked on the ground a good few times. The Frenchman was resilient though. Not much could kill him. He was more of a cockroach than Rhapsody was. He hadn't been chased away, so Viper hadn't gone away.
Viper relied on Val, which he was almost certain peeved him to some degree. Viper loved it, though. He was making up for all of the cuddles that he had missed, all of the gentle grooming sessions and little kisses. It worked out in Viper's favor, considering how much sleep he needed these days.
Something had been bugging Viper for a very long time. Longer than he had known Val for. Longer than he had been in the Exiles. He had never told anyone, anything. Val knew some, sure, from things that Viper mumbled in his sleep and that honesty hour that still annoyed Viper to think about. (He was still planning to get Sojourn back for that one day.)
Shifting beside Val in their warm, comfy bed that Viper was so grateful to be back in, he rested his chin gently on Val's paw. He looked up into the beautiful red eyes with his own pink hued ones. He loved just watching Val. It was one of Viper's favorite things ever. Val was perfect to him. Perfect enough to tell him everything, despite the nagging in his mind to shut up, keep it to yourself, no one must know. Val could know. Val had come to save him. Dare Viper think it, Val cared for him. Val had cuddled him and loved on him and returned his glasses, as broken as they were. Viper loved Val.
"Can I tell you something? It's important." Viper murmured, wondering where he should even begin. He supposed at the beginning.
Settling down in Val's warm, safe, comforting fur, Viper took in a deep breath. "So, when I was little, my parents gave me to this farm and it sucked and all of my siblings hated me. Anyway, that's not the important part. I-I had met this guy. He was going off to some war, so I went with him. I told you about him, Isaac. Well, he died. In my arms. He saved me actually. Stupidly romantic as always. But I don't think I really loved him though," Viper wasn't sure about his love for Isaac that had grown into bitter hatred and regret, but Viper was sure about how much he loved Val. He pushed his nose into Val's neck fluff to hide the tremble in his voice. "So after that I went home. But," He paused again, letting out a slow breath. "I was pregnant. I couldn't tell anyone about Em or else they'd take him away from me, so I didn't. Em was the only one to survive and god, was he perfect. They all found out anyway and I had to leave. Which was fine, I guess. That's when the uh, hallucination thing started to get really, really bad. I met Maxine, she made me her second in command, Em died, o-of some sickness going around. I left, became a prostitute, traveled around, came here, got too lazy to leave and then... I met you." Viper's brilliant gaze moved to blink up at Val. "And, as stubborn and grouchy as you are... I love you. Very much. Okay? Never forget that I love you." Viper pressed his nose gently to Val's. The little Frenchman was trembling, fighting back tears, but his face was still warm and loving.


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The Frenchman had been asleep for a good majority of the walk. He hadn't slept properly since his fight with Val days and days ago. He was more than grateful for the rest and warm. Val had come to rescue him after all. It had been perhaps the most glorious moment of Viper's entire life. Even though his leg ached like hell and his head felt like it had been thrown down a staircase, Viper had murmured quiet thank yous and I love yous to Val until the albino serval had zonked out from pure exhaustion.
Viper didn't open his eyes until he felt his sore body laid on the ground. With a soft groan, Viper opened his one working eye and blinked a few times until he vaguely remembered where he was. His pinky hued eyes shifted to Val and then softened. "Thank you for rescuing me." He whispered, sitting up just enough to rasp his tongue over Val's face.


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Viper's tired features softened into a smile when he saw the grin on Cicero's lips. "Yes, macarons. Made 'em myself." The serval chirped, sitting up a little taller. "Macarons make everything better." He blinked at Cicero, watching him. He was so much like Em, stubborn, but his smile could light up a room. Cicero was perfect.
"You can talk to me, you know." Viper looked into Cicero's eyes with his concerned pink hued ones. "You can't keep everything bottled up inside." He knew that from experience.


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"What the fucking hell are you doing?" Viper had gotten significantly more irritable after his return. You didn't just wake up the broken legged serval and expect to get away with it. His pink eyes softened a bit when he saw the state of Walker. "Oh, it's okay, don't get all in a twist about her. I told you, she'll come back for you." He sighed, limping over to stand beside Walker. The serval sat back to fix his horribly broke glasses and turned back to Walker. "I told you that you could come talk to me if you need to." The Frenchman scolded lightly.

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Viper had played truth or dare plenty of times. He hadn't participated in a game since he had joined the Exiles. Since he was out on a walk, he figured he'd join in. "I'll play." The Frenchman chirped, coming to sit beside Twisty. But not too close. He hadn't forgotten about how she had killed a serval.

// retro to injuries and capture
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Shock and surprise immediately came to Viper upon hearing Walker's words. Oh sweet fuck.
Didn't Walker know rule number one, never fall in love with a prostitute? Walker had known from minute one that Viper's ass was Val's.
He stared at Walker, stunned. "Wha-- okay... back it up here. What?"
The Frenchman stuttered, baffled beyond belief. Viper blinked a few times to gather himself. "O-okay, well... I... did not know you felt that way." He cleared his throat, wishing that someone, anyone, would wander over to help him out of this situation. "Y-yes, I do have Val and I told you that from the beginning... way before Val and I ever even... you knew??" Viper stuttered, throwing Walker a confused look. "I-I told you that... I liked Val... as more than my employer and if I remember correctly you said I was Val's greatest ass and that you didn't like him?" Viper clarified.


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Viper couldn't help the soft chuckle at Val's words, leaning into the gentle touch. "All we do is rest." He mumbled. It hadn't been long since the pair had come home, definitely not long enough of a rest.
Viper pulled away when he heard the softly whispered words in his ear. Fixing his glasses, Viper blinked up at Val, nearly stunned into a silence. After the shock wore off, deep, loving warmth took his place. Fearful, sad tears were replace with happy tears flooding Viper's eyes. He couldn't stop smiling. "I love you!" Viper laughed, hugging Val close and covering his face in little kisses. "I love you so, so much! You're perfect and beautiful and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!" The Frenchman chirped, gazing into Val's eyes.
Viper laid back, his head on Val's chest. Sitting up and moving around so much had thoroughly exhausted him. Perhaps Val had been right and he did need to rest. "Can we go get breakfast? I... can't exactly make it. It'd be really nice if... maybe you could help?" He offered, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face.


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The fur on Viper's neck stood up. His warm, gentle gaze immediately hardened at Walker's tone of voice. Oh, fuck no, this was not going to fly. "How fucking dare you speak to me like that." Viper snapped. He'd be lashing his tail back and forth if it wasn't recovering from being stepped on by a griffin. "How fucking dare you attend my torture, not even bat a fucking eye, threaten my life, have the goddamn audacity to just not do anything about it and then come here and be a whole fucking ass to me like it's nothing." The Frenchman wasn't the violent type, not anymore, but damn, what Viper wouldn't give to rip the Serb in half right now. "You don't deserve Maxine, no wonder she left you!" Viper spat at the man, aiming a good swipe at his muzzle with his non-broken leg.


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The first ones to approach were Viper’s babies. Well, only one of them was his, but every Exiles baby was deemed as Viper’s in his mind. He answered Oli’s question first and offered her a soft smile. “Yes, please, love, that would be nice. Val was bitten by something and it needs to be looked at.” the Frenchman then turned to Brivarth, his eyes lighting up. “Hello, petite dragonne, I missed you so much! I hope you were good while I was gone. No eating anyone, no knocking things over with your wings, oui?” Viper hugged her close with his unbroken leg and covered Brivarth’s face in gentle nuzzles. “I’m home now. No more leaving you if I can help it.” Viper promised, nearly missing Alcibiades’s approach.

Viper was always nice to Val’s captures. “Merci beaucoup.” The injured serval murmured, his head coming to rest on Val’s shoulder. His burst of energy was fading rather quickly.


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Drawing in a sharp breath at the sound of voices, Viper’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He hadn’t expected a small crowd to approach. He knew she shouldn’t open the door, but he wanted to. Didn’t he have to? He was too preoccupied with watching a spider crawl up the wall. That was, until the spider started talking to him. Viper stood up and flung open the door. “Hi, didn’t hear you there!” He glanced passed Cory, staring at the decaying shape that no one else could see. Viper knew that no one else would see it, but it scared him none the less. He fidgeted, edging back into his cell a bit to hide.

Cicero approached, looking confused. “Hi, Cicero.” Viper mumbled, sitting down and resting his head against the door frame. Wow, he needed a nap.

The serval whined softly at the incessant screaming ringing in his ears, coming from all around him. Why had he ever thought that confronting Val like he had was a good idea? Why had Deb left? Why did it remind him so much of his own son’s death.

His attention snapped to Helix. “Nothing, I’m fine.” He answered, a bit of a bite to his voice. He didn’t mean it. He was just tired. So tired. Physically tired, mentally tired, he needed a nap.
Dragging his Unfocused eyes over to his little dragon, Viper attempted a crooked smile. “Hi.” He mustered. He wanted to offer her a hug, but he just couldn’t find it in him.

“So, what did you need?” Viper asked suddenly, his eyes following the same talking spider across the ceiling.


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// shhhhh it was a perfect start X3 now that Val and Vip are together, I wonder how Brivarth will feel about a grouchy panther hanging around all the time XD i also wonder how she'll react to the little plan of Cessna poisoning Viper once she finds out Val and Viper will have babies eventually

Viper's mobility was limited. He was tired and his leg was killing him. Truthfully, he relied on being carried by Val more than he probably should. He was so, so grateful to be home. He had missed Brivarth deeply. She was so little, how had she survived without him?

Currently stretched out on his nest, Viper smiled as he watched Brivarth with his eyes half lidded. "You're going to get dizzy, carrying on like that, love." He laughed, pulling himself up to sit and stretch. "You are so cute, look at you go!" Viper wished he could run around with her and play. He also wished Cessna would care for Brivarth, and him. His step daughter didn't care about much, he supposed.


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// Val needs more supporters anyway XD

A tiny french dragon baby would be adorable--

Viper wasn't good at much. He was mostly blind, his mind was plagued with attacks of hallucinations, his body was scarred and broken from his time as a soldier, but Viper prided himself on being a good mother. He had loved Em, his first son, more than life. He had wanted to love Cessna as well, but she hadn't let him. Brivarth was his baby. He loved her endlessly. There was nothing the Frenchman wouldn't do for her.

As soon as she hopped into the nest, Viper pressed a kiss to her forehead. His perfect, weird little dragon baby that he had found on the side of the road and taken home. "That's a neat little trick you have going there, mon chére." Viper hummed, copying her purr and touching their noses together with a smile. Viper hugged Brivarth close to his chest and laid back, tired. "You've got so much energy. Where do you get it all?" He mumbled, giving her a smile.


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Debiru's leaving had crushed Viper. The following fight with Val had shattered Viper even more, pulling him deep into the thick of an attack on his psyche from all angles. He was never left alone. The screams, the cries, seeings things that weren't there. They had all stopped when Val had pulled him close and held him for the first time after his capture. He had been comfortable and loved for the first time in weeks and it felt amazing.

Viper knew all about Rad's confrontation with Val before he had been captured. Viper knew most of Val's business, and vice versa. The pair were a team, despite what some may say. It had gotten less one-sided as time went on. Viper was dedicated as hell.

The Frenchman had decided he would go speak to Rad. Viper was warmer and gentler than Val, definitely. Viper knew the feeling of someone you love going off somewhere and never, ever seeing them again. It was devastating. Viper still hadn't recovered from losing his first husband. The Frenchman was still very much broken. He couldn't hear certain songs, eat certain foods, see a certain flower without dying a little side. It had been years since Isaac had died.

"Hey, Rad? Do you want to talk? I brought macarons." Viper tapped lightly on the male's doorframe. Viper was still sick and injured from capture. His broken leg was pretty useless, even though Viper was determined to walk and carry on with life.

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Viper was a soft guy, sure, but he was still a soldier. He had been taught to be tough. "I've had worse." The Frenchman argued to Val. It was true, he had. He'd lost nearly all of his vision in one smack to the head. Still though, this experience came in a close second place. His whole body ached, his head felt like it was underwater.
"I'm fine, Cory." Viper mumbled, his voice wavering a bit. Viper wanted everyone to make sure Val was alive and not severely injured before they even considered looking at him. Val was far more important, at least to Viper.


// Broken leg, concussion, deep wound on his side, shoulder popped out of it's socket, his missing two of his fangs
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Viper shrugged at the mention of his broken leg. "It's nothing, it'll heal." The Frenchman shrugged simply, hobbling into the cell to sit beside the canine creature.
Viper felt the same way about Deb's disappearance. Deb had been Viper's baby. Viper had loved him like a son. Why did all of his sons keep leaving him, Viper wondered to himself. "I know. I've felt the same." He admitted. Viper didn't usually walk about his feelings with anyone besides Val. It felt even weirder to be admitting this to a guy he barely knew. "I-I wanted to apologize f-for Val." Viper mumbled. "He and I had had a fight the same day you spoke to him and I think that set him off a bit." The Frenchman fixed his glasses on his face. He was deeply in love with the one guy in the Clan who seemed to get on every one's bad side. Lucky him.


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