10-30-2019, 11:15 AM
Aslisk was not new to the concept of religion. She wasn't doting to her own god. She worshipped a god of death, a god that brought plagues and misery to those who didn't worship him. Supposedly her wife had met him face to face once. Aslisk didn't bother asking about how the exchange had gone. It hadn't been long - apparently it was something about their kids being the living dead and how it had irked him to no end. Two females couldn't naturally have children. Aslisk had settled for having two adorable zombies as children. One at first. The second had come later when Aslisk had learned how the specific breed of zombie worked better if they had a pack to rely on. Aslisk figured that such a movement made her a great mother, putting her children's desires as the utmost important activity. That was in a separate universe, a separate time. How deeply Aslisk wished to return to her mate and kids, but it seemed as if her teleportation couldn't take her that far. She'd have to find another way, if there even was one. And that thought irked her.
Her entire kind worshipped their god of death. They claimed that doing so spared them from his mighty wrath, and instead bestowed it upon their enemies. The wyvern had slinked over upon hearing the words, the prayer, and found herself curious. A goddess of light reminded her of another god from where she originated from. The childish goddess of life and creation who played favorites and threw tantrums when things didn't go her way. The purple wyvern stood in silence - having walked right through a tree to cut down on time - while she waited for the other's prayer to cease. The voice had been soft, but deep in tone, and it had attracted her attention. Prayer reminded her of the biggest annoyance of her recent life as well. K had been a menace. He claimed that all he did was through his own god, and that he could never be in the wrong. He prayed often, and for a moment Aslisk associated the memory with an action snarling at the Gat that was praying. That would be rude, and she cut such swiftly from her current behavior. "Is the shrine necessary for your prayer?" She finally asked. It was not condescending, but rather a genuine curiosity flickered across her face. It was different from her previously near permanent angered scowl that scrunched her scaly face.
Her entire kind worshipped their god of death. They claimed that doing so spared them from his mighty wrath, and instead bestowed it upon their enemies. The wyvern had slinked over upon hearing the words, the prayer, and found herself curious. A goddess of light reminded her of another god from where she originated from. The childish goddess of life and creation who played favorites and threw tantrums when things didn't go her way. The purple wyvern stood in silence - having walked right through a tree to cut down on time - while she waited for the other's prayer to cease. The voice had been soft, but deep in tone, and it had attracted her attention. Prayer reminded her of the biggest annoyance of her recent life as well. K had been a menace. He claimed that all he did was through his own god, and that he could never be in the wrong. He prayed often, and for a moment Aslisk associated the memory with an action snarling at the Gat that was praying. That would be rude, and she cut such swiftly from her current behavior. "Is the shrine necessary for your prayer?" She finally asked. It was not condescending, but rather a genuine curiosity flickered across her face. It was different from her previously near permanent angered scowl that scrunched her scaly face.
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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