12-09-2019, 01:09 PM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Feisty was likely the first thing to come to mind whenever Aslisk's name was mentioned. She was a fierce person. She did not tolerate many things, and being demeaned was one of them. Other notable causes for her fury was annoyance and irritation, which was caused by so many things that the list would probably near the infinity that many claimed to be unreachable. Her fire like temper matched the flames that curled from her tail and horns and wings. They crackled constantly and without restraint. Aslisk possessed no control over the fire that burned from her scales. She was unable to control it. It was debatable if she wanted to control it. She made no attempts to control her temper or the words that came from her mouth. She had threatened the leader, after all, and had not batted an eye when she had finished speaking. She did not even care for the threats that the leader issued back to her about being killed herself should she attempt the feat. If anything, her sharp and four word response hid the 'try me', words that Aslisk barely managed to restrain solely because of the other persons present at the time. Barely. She seemed to only barely restrain her words. She certainly did not restrain how much she respected absolutely no one. After all, to the wyvern, no one had really proved themselves worthy of her respect, had they? Idiots. Everyone was stupid and weak until they proved otherwise to her, and so far? No one had passed that. Spare maybe the leader solely because he would stand up to her. Not even the featherbrains at home would do that. She got her way. Having someone to bicker with was nice in this stupid infested place.
It was cold. It was winter. That was a simple observation. The fire that crackled from her tail kept the end of her tail warm. The flames that licked her horns kept her head mostly warm. The ends of her wings were kept from being frostbitten by more fire that curled from the edges of her wings. The rest of her was absolutely frigid cold. She'd been curled up within her home for a few days, trying to work up the energy to leave her room and do something. She could barely even muster the strength to be angry or homesick! That was absolutely degrading and awful and how badly did it make Aslisk want to sink her teeth into someone. If it weren't for the cold. An idea had begun to curl into the wyvern's mind. If she moved, would she not create more warmth? Aslisk was unfamiliar with the body she was currently in, and how it would not generate warmth less she warm her environment. Moving around would not aid her frigid body. Aslisk decided that she would get up, and do something, in order to get warm. She couldn't light a fire, which was Xiogipa-dung in her mind! Screw what the leader thought, for she hardly respected him. If she wanted a fire she would very well make herself one! There was a struggle to stand up. Aslisk hissed and grunted. Her burn wounds making contact with the cold air was hard to fight against. The wyvern pushed past it. She stood up and teleported on outside, not wanting to have to trudge through the building and, likely, get yelled at for moving around in her injured state. Aslisk didn't care. She knew that she'd be fine, and she was not about to be coddled over again. When she'd originally been burnt had been annoying and coddling enough!
The idea of just creating a fire quickly grew muddled with the sharp cold air brushed her burnt scales. The notion to shiver was foreign in this body, and Aslisk could not purposefully recreate the method of generating warmth. Aslisk wished she could command the flames to overtake her entire body and keep her entire self warm all at the same time. The thought was wonderful. Perhaps she could attempt such a thing in a unique way. One that would involve moving around, and using her flaming abilities? Or, at least, trying to. She did want to get a grasp on the flames - although mostly it was to spread their usage rather than limit it. Slow was the wyvern's pace as she trudged off to find what she wanted. Sturdy branches that were definitely dry and definitely flammable due to the cold air. Setting it up was harder. She didn't have hands, or thumbs. She had three talons on each foot, which were used to keep herself standing. She had a single talon at the joint of her wing, but it didn't really work for holding things. The end of her tail split into two somewhat fingers, but currently the end of her tail was fully cloaked in flames. All of them were not possible. She'd make do. Carefully the wyvern began using some spare rope that she had found, tying up the different branches and logs that she had teleported to this one spot. Hopefully since this spot was not the center of camp she wouldn't wind up with the high and mighty leader of the place coming to scream at her for a little use of fire.
A crude training dummy was the result of her work. It looked horrible. It was a crude mess of logs and sticks all slammed into the ground with some terrible pikes. Such could be considered the result of Aslisk not being proficient in the construction of training dummies as well has her horrible knot work. Still, the wyvern felt proud of her work - and absolutely cold otherwise. Aslisk gave her burnt body a rough shake as if it would stir her body to start creating warmth like her old body used to. Slowly the wyvern shuffled along, circling her craft. Eyeing it like a predator would their prey. Aslisk's flaming tail dragged along in the snow behind her, melting the soft substance from the heat that sprouted from each jagged spike from the limb. Her red eyes were narrowed with purpose. Aslisk, where she had originally come from, was an absolute laughing stock. Her methods of fighting were horrific and she was bested without any real effort. While she had constructed this awful training dummy, the wyvern had assured herself that such would not be the case here. She would be vicious. She would be feared. Her presence would make those around her terrified for their lives, as they should be. Her wife was not here. Her kids were not here. There was no one here she could care about but herself. She would not allow herself to care. Aslisk was a ruthless, grudge filled, cold hearted, fury fueled, murderous wyvern. Being pushed around was not something she would permit.
Fueled by the desire to warm her frigid body and her angered thoughts, the wyvern lunged forward at her target. She sunk her teeth into the wood and clawed with her talons. The training dummy teetered, but remained upright. She felt pain from the stiff bark of the tree brushing against her heavily burned body. Aslisk released her hold, dropping on a talon only to spin and smack the dummy with her flaming tail. Then she breathed in, hard, and spat pure flames at the poor construction of wood. The fire screamed forth from her open jaws, incinerating her poorly constructed opponent. Her lungs felt searing hot, and her mouth did as well. The wyvern coughed, sputtering, but her gaze remained glued on the flames that she'd created. It had teetered and fallen into the snow, where the cold swiftly reclaimed the wood and extinguished the flames. Breathlessly Aslisk stood there, panting hard, tail resting in an awkward curl by her sides. Laughter then poured forth, accompanying the smoke that curled from her agape maw. Her tail slammed into the snow repeatedly from her movements, flames sputtering but otherwise remaining fueled. "Take that you hasking Xiogipa-dung!" Her cry of delight was loud, noisy, eager. How terribly eerie were her words, sounding as if she had just defeated a living and breathing opponent. Deep down, perhaps, Aslisk wished that she actually had. The wyvern bounced on her talons, red eyes focused on the smoke that came from the smoldering out flames. Perhaps she hadn't figured out how to cloak the rest of her body in flames as her original intent had been. Watching that poor training dummy slowly burn into ash was a warming satisfaction in it's own right, and any pain from her burn wounds became insignificant.
It was cold. It was winter. That was a simple observation. The fire that crackled from her tail kept the end of her tail warm. The flames that licked her horns kept her head mostly warm. The ends of her wings were kept from being frostbitten by more fire that curled from the edges of her wings. The rest of her was absolutely frigid cold. She'd been curled up within her home for a few days, trying to work up the energy to leave her room and do something. She could barely even muster the strength to be angry or homesick! That was absolutely degrading and awful and how badly did it make Aslisk want to sink her teeth into someone. If it weren't for the cold. An idea had begun to curl into the wyvern's mind. If she moved, would she not create more warmth? Aslisk was unfamiliar with the body she was currently in, and how it would not generate warmth less she warm her environment. Moving around would not aid her frigid body. Aslisk decided that she would get up, and do something, in order to get warm. She couldn't light a fire, which was Xiogipa-dung in her mind! Screw what the leader thought, for she hardly respected him. If she wanted a fire she would very well make herself one! There was a struggle to stand up. Aslisk hissed and grunted. Her burn wounds making contact with the cold air was hard to fight against. The wyvern pushed past it. She stood up and teleported on outside, not wanting to have to trudge through the building and, likely, get yelled at for moving around in her injured state. Aslisk didn't care. She knew that she'd be fine, and she was not about to be coddled over again. When she'd originally been burnt had been annoying and coddling enough!
The idea of just creating a fire quickly grew muddled with the sharp cold air brushed her burnt scales. The notion to shiver was foreign in this body, and Aslisk could not purposefully recreate the method of generating warmth. Aslisk wished she could command the flames to overtake her entire body and keep her entire self warm all at the same time. The thought was wonderful. Perhaps she could attempt such a thing in a unique way. One that would involve moving around, and using her flaming abilities? Or, at least, trying to. She did want to get a grasp on the flames - although mostly it was to spread their usage rather than limit it. Slow was the wyvern's pace as she trudged off to find what she wanted. Sturdy branches that were definitely dry and definitely flammable due to the cold air. Setting it up was harder. She didn't have hands, or thumbs. She had three talons on each foot, which were used to keep herself standing. She had a single talon at the joint of her wing, but it didn't really work for holding things. The end of her tail split into two somewhat fingers, but currently the end of her tail was fully cloaked in flames. All of them were not possible. She'd make do. Carefully the wyvern began using some spare rope that she had found, tying up the different branches and logs that she had teleported to this one spot. Hopefully since this spot was not the center of camp she wouldn't wind up with the high and mighty leader of the place coming to scream at her for a little use of fire.
A crude training dummy was the result of her work. It looked horrible. It was a crude mess of logs and sticks all slammed into the ground with some terrible pikes. Such could be considered the result of Aslisk not being proficient in the construction of training dummies as well has her horrible knot work. Still, the wyvern felt proud of her work - and absolutely cold otherwise. Aslisk gave her burnt body a rough shake as if it would stir her body to start creating warmth like her old body used to. Slowly the wyvern shuffled along, circling her craft. Eyeing it like a predator would their prey. Aslisk's flaming tail dragged along in the snow behind her, melting the soft substance from the heat that sprouted from each jagged spike from the limb. Her red eyes were narrowed with purpose. Aslisk, where she had originally come from, was an absolute laughing stock. Her methods of fighting were horrific and she was bested without any real effort. While she had constructed this awful training dummy, the wyvern had assured herself that such would not be the case here. She would be vicious. She would be feared. Her presence would make those around her terrified for their lives, as they should be. Her wife was not here. Her kids were not here. There was no one here she could care about but herself. She would not allow herself to care. Aslisk was a ruthless, grudge filled, cold hearted, fury fueled, murderous wyvern. Being pushed around was not something she would permit.
Fueled by the desire to warm her frigid body and her angered thoughts, the wyvern lunged forward at her target. She sunk her teeth into the wood and clawed with her talons. The training dummy teetered, but remained upright. She felt pain from the stiff bark of the tree brushing against her heavily burned body. Aslisk released her hold, dropping on a talon only to spin and smack the dummy with her flaming tail. Then she breathed in, hard, and spat pure flames at the poor construction of wood. The fire screamed forth from her open jaws, incinerating her poorly constructed opponent. Her lungs felt searing hot, and her mouth did as well. The wyvern coughed, sputtering, but her gaze remained glued on the flames that she'd created. It had teetered and fallen into the snow, where the cold swiftly reclaimed the wood and extinguished the flames. Breathlessly Aslisk stood there, panting hard, tail resting in an awkward curl by her sides. Laughter then poured forth, accompanying the smoke that curled from her agape maw. Her tail slammed into the snow repeatedly from her movements, flames sputtering but otherwise remaining fueled. "Take that you hasking Xiogipa-dung!" Her cry of delight was loud, noisy, eager. How terribly eerie were her words, sounding as if she had just defeated a living and breathing opponent. Deep down, perhaps, Aslisk wished that she actually had. The wyvern bounced on her talons, red eyes focused on the smoke that came from the smoldering out flames. Perhaps she hadn't figured out how to cloak the rest of her body in flames as her original intent had been. Watching that poor training dummy slowly burn into ash was a warming satisfaction in it's own right, and any pain from her burn wounds became insignificant.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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