11-04-2019, 11:31 AM
Aslisk remembered being fireproof. She remembered how, with the aid of her wife, her clothes had been made fireproof as well. That way that whenever she went to go and fight that stupid firesprink, he wouldn't immediately incinerate her clothes. That would have been horrifically annoying. Her fluff and skin had been fireproof, and refused to burn. Even heated plasma and lightning couldn't touch or stop her. Perhaps that had been because of her magnesium composition back then, yet still being organic. Perhaps that had been why, after enough exposure, fire never hurt her. She wasn't sure. That was a science question, and Aslisk hated science almost as much as she hated technology.
The wyvern wasn't sure what to do with all the brush that she was clearing out. She was helpful! Whenever was she not helpful? The searing and raging bundle of irritation that was Aslisk certainly deemed herself helpful. Sure, it had to benefit her in some way.. usually. Aslisk found herself bored. She wanted to help from sheer boredom alone, and some NPC didn't want any brush even near their living space. She'd already put some over her home - so there could be less filthy sunlight in her room - but there was still excess. Aslisk didn't mind a little bit of sunlight. Her night vision as this strange creature was quite mediocre, and it irritated her to have to have some sunlight in her home. It left her with this small excess that she had somewhat formed into a pile. She stalked the pile, huffing, circling it with a look of irritation. She had little idea what to do with this heap of shrubbery. It wasn't as if she could just rip the leaves off and eat them like her wife could. She didn't have any use for these silly branches and fines and stumps and twigs and plant matter! Irritation was easy to come by, and she stomped the ground.
Aslisk wound up slinking off until she found a match. She was fireproof, right? It wouldn't hurt her much (well, she believed at all to be more accurate) to shove more plant material into an already blazing flame, right? Fumbling with the lighter was hard when she didn't have an extra limb to use. She hissed and sputtered, having to hop on one foot in order to get the flame to light. Then she lit the pile on fire. It was slowly spreading, the greenery was green and not dried out, but it would slowly burn nonetheless. Aslisk's spiky tail flicked behind her. She grabbed a stray stick, and moved to put such into the steadily growing fire. There was a stinging sensation that she had not felt in a long, long time. A loud screech of pain parted her maw as she stumbled backwards. Her wings flapped as she dropped the stick, which sizzled and cooled upon being brought away from the flame. "Oh, hask you!" Aslisk whined. Her voice was pained, and a wing raised to rub at her face. It was a small burn, one that likely would blister and be sore fore a few days. It wasn't near the jagged yellow slash that went deep across her face, thankfully. The wyvern hunkered over, red eyes wide, rubbing and wincing whenever she made contact with the burned part of her flesh.
The wyvern wasn't sure what to do with all the brush that she was clearing out. She was helpful! Whenever was she not helpful? The searing and raging bundle of irritation that was Aslisk certainly deemed herself helpful. Sure, it had to benefit her in some way.. usually. Aslisk found herself bored. She wanted to help from sheer boredom alone, and some NPC didn't want any brush even near their living space. She'd already put some over her home - so there could be less filthy sunlight in her room - but there was still excess. Aslisk didn't mind a little bit of sunlight. Her night vision as this strange creature was quite mediocre, and it irritated her to have to have some sunlight in her home. It left her with this small excess that she had somewhat formed into a pile. She stalked the pile, huffing, circling it with a look of irritation. She had little idea what to do with this heap of shrubbery. It wasn't as if she could just rip the leaves off and eat them like her wife could. She didn't have any use for these silly branches and fines and stumps and twigs and plant matter! Irritation was easy to come by, and she stomped the ground.
Aslisk wound up slinking off until she found a match. She was fireproof, right? It wouldn't hurt her much (well, she believed at all to be more accurate) to shove more plant material into an already blazing flame, right? Fumbling with the lighter was hard when she didn't have an extra limb to use. She hissed and sputtered, having to hop on one foot in order to get the flame to light. Then she lit the pile on fire. It was slowly spreading, the greenery was green and not dried out, but it would slowly burn nonetheless. Aslisk's spiky tail flicked behind her. She grabbed a stray stick, and moved to put such into the steadily growing fire. There was a stinging sensation that she had not felt in a long, long time. A loud screech of pain parted her maw as she stumbled backwards. Her wings flapped as she dropped the stick, which sizzled and cooled upon being brought away from the flame. "Oh, hask you!" Aslisk whined. Her voice was pained, and a wing raised to rub at her face. It was a small burn, one that likely would blister and be sore fore a few days. It wasn't near the jagged yellow slash that went deep across her face, thankfully. The wyvern hunkered over, red eyes wide, rubbing and wincing whenever she made contact with the burned part of her flesh.
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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