11-02-2019, 04:26 PM
”Ten gods. That’s a lot,” the wyvern muttered. This happened to be a topic that intrigued her. It kept her irritable expression and angered tone at bay. Her hissy voice was lighter, curious, and the hateful look that flickered in her eyes was rather dim. She had only known one god, up until dating of course. The god of death had been who she probably would have prayed to - and probably still would. Not for the death of her enemies anymore. Maybe so that he would spare her wife and kids while she was away. Danger and destruction always seemed to befall them whenever she was away. It was not exempt from when she actually was there, either. Aslisk supposed that she felt better about being there rather than away, not knowing what was happening, clueless and in the dark.
The purple creature shifted her weight. Then her head leaned forward, looking at the shrine. “So this.. Bertille, they’re your main god? Since you only had 2 big shrines I’m assuming that they were one of the big ones.” Aslisk assumes. One of her webbed ears flicked, and then snorted. “You’d want to give people like this a blessing? I wouldn’t ever dream of doing that.” It reminded her of someone foul from where she hailed from. She remembered his stupid idiotic grin, of how he shrugged nearly everything off and said ‘it’s the will of the Stars for me to try to tear you and your wife apart because it isn’t holy’. Or how he had fainted whenever two people held hands even though they were also married and had children. It sickened her to her stomach to remember those judge mental purple eyes, staring in sheer disapproval. Of course she didn’t care for the approval of others, but that didn’t mean that sharp look hadn’t hurt. Aslisk took a deep breath. Being here and away from him was it’s own form of blessing, and it was one she heartily would accept. “Do you have any plans to make a bigger one, like the one you used to have?” Aslisk then asked, red gaze finally pulling away from the shine to return to the Gat. She decided not to mention her own beliefs - no, she deemed that selfish, and it was not as if she had many plans to start actually worshipping her own god anytime soon.
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The purple creature shifted her weight. Then her head leaned forward, looking at the shrine. “So this.. Bertille, they’re your main god? Since you only had 2 big shrines I’m assuming that they were one of the big ones.” Aslisk assumes. One of her webbed ears flicked, and then snorted. “You’d want to give people like this a blessing? I wouldn’t ever dream of doing that.” It reminded her of someone foul from where she hailed from. She remembered his stupid idiotic grin, of how he shrugged nearly everything off and said ‘it’s the will of the Stars for me to try to tear you and your wife apart because it isn’t holy’. Or how he had fainted whenever two people held hands even though they were also married and had children. It sickened her to her stomach to remember those judge mental purple eyes, staring in sheer disapproval. Of course she didn’t care for the approval of others, but that didn’t mean that sharp look hadn’t hurt. Aslisk took a deep breath. Being here and away from him was it’s own form of blessing, and it was one she heartily would accept. “Do you have any plans to make a bigger one, like the one you used to have?” Aslisk then asked, red gaze finally pulling away from the shine to return to the Gat. She decided not to mention her own beliefs - no, she deemed that selfish, and it was not as if she had many plans to start actually worshipping her own god anytime soon.
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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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