10-26-2019, 09:18 PM
An irritated grunt sounded from Aslisk, her long tail smacking into the ground behind her. A webbed ear raised and her head turned, watching the Gat approach. She felt another prickle of irritation as names still refused to come to mind. Nitis be damned, who was it that he reminded her of? Now it was two, not one, and she knew the similarities but the names were what she wanted. She hissed, rubbing her face with a wing. "I'm.. fine. Angry. Yes. That summarizes it up really well." She grumbled, red eyes squinting. Her responses were sharp, snappy, drawn from her anger and sizzling temper. Her chest burned with fury. It usually always did, making her wish to go and lash out. She couldn't though. Not against the Gat, surely. He gave her something far too similar that made her absolutely refuse such a thing. Not being able to remember was certainly the most annoying part of it. She would have to set more time aside to remember.
"They're not nonsense words. They're swears." The wyvern then grumbled. Her native tongue required for her voice to drop down a few octaves, down to a near snarl. It was growls and snorts and hisses that barely could create words, as if anger itself was being manifested into a sharp and deliberate foul meaning word. "I'm trying to get my shadow to move, but it's not working. I only got used to doing that a few months ago and now it's back to being an uncooperative stupid son of an xiogipa's hask." She spat, tongue flickering from her maw. She glared at her shadow - which was as ordinary a shadow as any other. Another infuriated stomp followed. "And I can only do one thing or the other, and it's the most hask example of 'pick one' in the known universe." Aslisk continued, gaze then turning back to look at the Gat. Her expression remained infuriated, but certainly not towards the Gat. Not for his concern nor his approach, a talon rapidly tapping and scratching the ground.
"They're not nonsense words. They're swears." The wyvern then grumbled. Her native tongue required for her voice to drop down a few octaves, down to a near snarl. It was growls and snorts and hisses that barely could create words, as if anger itself was being manifested into a sharp and deliberate foul meaning word. "I'm trying to get my shadow to move, but it's not working. I only got used to doing that a few months ago and now it's back to being an uncooperative stupid son of an xiogipa's hask." She spat, tongue flickering from her maw. She glared at her shadow - which was as ordinary a shadow as any other. Another infuriated stomp followed. "And I can only do one thing or the other, and it's the most hask example of 'pick one' in the known universe." Aslisk continued, gaze then turning back to look at the Gat. Her expression remained infuriated, but certainly not towards the Gat. Not for his concern nor his approach, a talon rapidly tapping and scratching the ground.
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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