10-09-2019, 01:13 PM
"My home is a place of cannibals." Aslisk replied. Home. She hadn't thought about her home in a long time. There was no sun, it was a barren planet covered in rocks. Vicious creatures patrolled about: some experiments, some imported from elsewhere, some those that had lost their mind. It was the world of live or die, and the society was no better. The ranks were earned in blood, in selfishness. How well you could kill, how smart you were, that were the values. If such a thing was not shown early in life, they were used as sustenance for the society. Churned and infused with minerals and all sorts of chemicals. Aslisk had been spared from such a thing: she was one of those creations, after all. Born to kill, to slaughter, to tear apart and destroy and slay. She liked to think that her sentience was her saving grace. It allowed her to be more than just a mad animal with a thirst for blood. "So living amidst a bunch of 'horrific' people is like a return home session."
One of her talons raised to scratch her chin. Those were some difficult questions to answer. A thoughtful hum parted her jaws. "My skills? I suppose being created for massive slaughter could be considered such a thing. I'm far better at killing than fighting - getting the drop on others is very satisfying." The wyvern began to answer. Her wings folded by her sides into a more resting position. "Mm. Killing when ordered used to be my purpose. I sort of left it. Got tired of it. I suppose it couldn't hurt to do such a thing in exchange for a place to live." The thought of killing had long ago been the center of her purpose. She needed to do such to keep her sentience in hand. Now, though? Torturing was more fun. Doing it because she had to? Sure. Whatever. Aslisk doubted anyone here was of any importance to her here. There wasn't a reason for her to care. Spare her morals. Spare all her trials and tribulations to get away from mindless slaughter. She probably could find a way around such a thing later. Her tongue pressed against her teeth, dismissing the thought. It would be fine. "Depends on if they're a stranger or someone I'm supposed to be living alongside," Aslisk replied. That was a harder question to answer. She supposed that she valued the life of those she deemed either friends than family than a stranger. Was that wrong to do? To care more about those close than to those that were complete and utter nuisances? "I suppose I do like a little bit of chaos. It's a lot easier to get things done when everyone around is in the heat of the moment." Of course she, too, was not immune to the instance of being lost in the chaos. It was a thin line to use chaos to the advantage, and another to be the one caught in the midst of it all. "I think that summarizes it, in it's basics."
One of her talons raised to scratch her chin. Those were some difficult questions to answer. A thoughtful hum parted her jaws. "My skills? I suppose being created for massive slaughter could be considered such a thing. I'm far better at killing than fighting - getting the drop on others is very satisfying." The wyvern began to answer. Her wings folded by her sides into a more resting position. "Mm. Killing when ordered used to be my purpose. I sort of left it. Got tired of it. I suppose it couldn't hurt to do such a thing in exchange for a place to live." The thought of killing had long ago been the center of her purpose. She needed to do such to keep her sentience in hand. Now, though? Torturing was more fun. Doing it because she had to? Sure. Whatever. Aslisk doubted anyone here was of any importance to her here. There wasn't a reason for her to care. Spare her morals. Spare all her trials and tribulations to get away from mindless slaughter. She probably could find a way around such a thing later. Her tongue pressed against her teeth, dismissing the thought. It would be fine. "Depends on if they're a stranger or someone I'm supposed to be living alongside," Aslisk replied. That was a harder question to answer. She supposed that she valued the life of those she deemed either friends than family than a stranger. Was that wrong to do? To care more about those close than to those that were complete and utter nuisances? "I suppose I do like a little bit of chaos. It's a lot easier to get things done when everyone around is in the heat of the moment." Of course she, too, was not immune to the instance of being lost in the chaos. It was a thin line to use chaos to the advantage, and another to be the one caught in the midst of it all. "I think that summarizes it, in it's basics."
ive always had to get my hands dirty, a patrol to make sure no one hurts me
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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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