11-03-2019, 01:26 AM
Sheer curiosity had prompted for Aslisk to follow. Curiosity as to why a sudden surplus of people had gathered their things, then gathered themselves. She'd never actually traveled in a group before, either. It usually was her or one or two other people. Not a gargantuan party searching for a new home. It had even taken the wyvern a few hours to realize the actual purpose of the sudden movement. Aslisk simply said that she'd been too distracted to fully realize the purpose of the trip. It was fine. This was fine. She could put up with moving, and getting away from a lifestyle that reflected her childhood. Yes, the wyvern had said that it reminded her of home. That didn't mean that she liked home. No. She still felt twinges of disgust for her upbringing as an experiment, of false promises and the ranks that could be only be earned by leaving your claws or teeth in someone until their life left their eyes. Of how her first friend used her, just as everyone else in that wretched place would. Leaving such a place? It brought a feeling of relief that she hadn't fully felt in a long time.
Aslisk's spiky tail slowly swung back and forth behind her while she heard the other speak. She didn't like how she felt respect towards him. She hardly knew him. Yet he reminded her of people that were close to her, and so she couldn't deny the barest twinges of.. not-animosity that she held for him. No, no, it couldn't be respect. She respected absolutely no one! Spare her wife and kids, no one was allowed to see her more pleasant side. Aslisk couldn't banish the feelings of familiarity. Appearance reminded her of a friend, and the personality another. She couldn't just ignore them, she couldn't force herself to shove down the feeling of disdain that she had left both of them without so much as a word of warning. Now she was here, and the similarities were terrifyingly present. But this was without her violent history in the way. She wouldn't dare to let her past repeat itself. Yet here she was, leaving a place that was like her birthplace, and feeling that same feeling of relief. Aslisk supposed that if history did repeat that she already had the knowledge to ensure that the complete clusterfuck of the rest of her life would not, in fact, make it's return. Wasn't this a good step towards making sure such a thing didn't happen? Instead of being kicked out, she was leaving of her own will? The wyvern softly huffed - it would have to do.
Her tongue pressed against her teeth as the speech came to a close. She rocked back on her feet, aiding to the look of milling amongst the crowd. So Redvox would take the reigns of leader. Aslisk supposed such was fair. He'd been the one to lead them here and promote such a thing. In addition, he was setting up the entire system of the place. Fair. It was fair to her, and she would not complain or fight against things that she deemed fair. She wasn't that stubborn, surely. The wyvern rolled her shoulders, moving her feet. The overgrown plants reminded her of more pleasant places, places that she liked a lot more than her birthplace and The Pitt. Yes, she could like it here. It wasn't as if she couldn't just leave if she didn't. Right? No one could tell her what to do - not in her mind. It was mere mutual benefit to not disrespect authority that allowed for her to not butt heads with those higher in power. Getting in trouble wasn't worth it, and so the wyvern would not do such a things. On purpose, of course. Her mind turned to more important topics, clicking her tongue, trying to eye somewhere that she could stay. All this traveling had exhausted her, and gave her a reason to continue to move and shuffle on her feet.
Aslisk's spiky tail slowly swung back and forth behind her while she heard the other speak. She didn't like how she felt respect towards him. She hardly knew him. Yet he reminded her of people that were close to her, and so she couldn't deny the barest twinges of.. not-animosity that she held for him. No, no, it couldn't be respect. She respected absolutely no one! Spare her wife and kids, no one was allowed to see her more pleasant side. Aslisk couldn't banish the feelings of familiarity. Appearance reminded her of a friend, and the personality another. She couldn't just ignore them, she couldn't force herself to shove down the feeling of disdain that she had left both of them without so much as a word of warning. Now she was here, and the similarities were terrifyingly present. But this was without her violent history in the way. She wouldn't dare to let her past repeat itself. Yet here she was, leaving a place that was like her birthplace, and feeling that same feeling of relief. Aslisk supposed that if history did repeat that she already had the knowledge to ensure that the complete clusterfuck of the rest of her life would not, in fact, make it's return. Wasn't this a good step towards making sure such a thing didn't happen? Instead of being kicked out, she was leaving of her own will? The wyvern softly huffed - it would have to do.
Her tongue pressed against her teeth as the speech came to a close. She rocked back on her feet, aiding to the look of milling amongst the crowd. So Redvox would take the reigns of leader. Aslisk supposed such was fair. He'd been the one to lead them here and promote such a thing. In addition, he was setting up the entire system of the place. Fair. It was fair to her, and she would not complain or fight against things that she deemed fair. She wasn't that stubborn, surely. The wyvern rolled her shoulders, moving her feet. The overgrown plants reminded her of more pleasant places, places that she liked a lot more than her birthplace and The Pitt. Yes, she could like it here. It wasn't as if she couldn't just leave if she didn't. Right? No one could tell her what to do - not in her mind. It was mere mutual benefit to not disrespect authority that allowed for her to not butt heads with those higher in power. Getting in trouble wasn't worth it, and so the wyvern would not do such a things. On purpose, of course. Her mind turned to more important topics, clicking her tongue, trying to eye somewhere that she could stay. All this traveling had exhausted her, and gave her a reason to continue to move and shuffle on her feet.
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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