hoarding for heathens - bowls

[fulzanin]

Her children had been strange. They were not related to her by blood. That was probably a good thing. They were zombies, the undead, mutated at that. Their arms had been melted and morphed into wings, with jagged turning wounds present on their bodies. Her eldest had one right across the face - more up and down than her own facial wound. The other had a deep gash across the chest, often wrapped up in bandages. The glowing yellow wound on her own face was from circumstances far different from the ones that turned her children into zombies.  She missed the two dearly. She hoped that her wife was doing alright, taking care of them on her own. It pained her to think about how her beloved could be sick right now, or hurt, and she could do absolutely nothing about it. Being here was alright. She just wanted the other with her, so that she could be entirely reassured that she was safe.

What had brought up such a train of thought had been when she was.. totally not raiding someone else's room while looking for something to bring to her own. They weren't inside, and walking through the doorway had been far too easy to pass up. There had been a bowl. A singular bowl. It shouldn't have stung so deeply to see the culinary item, but it did. Her eldest child collected bowls. She didn't know why. She didn't bother asking. If it made her child happy, then who was she to even try to deny their activities? Bowls were harmless, either way. Yes, when her child had started digging a rut underneath their house to store the bowls, their featherbrained neighbors had been concerned about the structural integrity of their home. Aslisk wished that she'd heeded their words before the floor had collapsed, the bowls narrowly escaping being destroyed by a quick burst of magic from her wife. The wyvern rolled her shoulders before bending her head down to pluck the bowl from it's resting place. No one would mind if she kept this, right? Just for whenever she was able to truly go home, and then she could say that her disappearance had all been a quest for bowls. It was fitting. She just hoped that it was believable.

Aslisk's abilities of teleportation came in handy. Being nocturnal helped as well, where most people would be asleep. Her talons gently scraped across the floor as she nudged doors open with her snout so that she could snag the bowls. Then she teleported off, firmly ignoring the feeling of exhaustion that set in. Teleporting was more exhausting now. Of course it had to be. It was annoying, and annoying made irritation flicker to life with twitches of her webbed ears. Yet she was dedicated to her task. Eventually she had to stop teleporting all the way back home, and began crafting a small little pile outside. It was nighttime, and she suspected no one would notice nor care. They were just bowls, after all. Besides, it was not as if Aslisk truly cared about if she was scolded. This was for her children. She would do anything to have them happy, even if she wasn't sure when she would be able to return to them. She teleported in with another bowl, feeling exhaustion bite into her deeper and deeper. She set the bowl down and began gently nudging them with her talons. Aslisk's red gaze surveyed the pile, glimmering in the darkness while a rumble unconsciously parted her maw. A few more, maybe, she considered.

ive always had to get my hands dirty, a patrol to make sure no one hurts me

TAGS 10/3/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Aslisk | asli, alisk
✧ physically easy, mentally medium | March 7
✧ cisgender | she/her
✧ the pitt | n/a | n/a

APPEARANCE.
✧ wyvern (ref.) | health: 100% | piyan_baby rock demon wyvern
— a short purple wyvern with a plethora of spikes covering her lanky tail. Her horns are a light pink and spikes a deep green, and her eyes are a blazing red. The wyvern’s wings are grey. She possesses blue feet which sharply turn into the purple of the rest of her body. A long, vibrant and yellow tongue allows for her to fish. Her tail ends in a two-parted segment, acting as a pseudo hand. Her upper teeth are longer and sharper, where her lower teeth are shorter and sturdier.
— blood is yellow and glows
— accesories
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision.

PERSONALITY.
✧ determined, outgoing, strong willed
✧ self-preserving, sly, devious
✧ temperamental, hissy, irritable

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ asulkio x unla | crafted from an infertile egg
✧ nul
✧ demiromantic bisexual | taken/not looking | asligo

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically easy | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility
✧ will start/end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ trained to kill swiftly, not to fight
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #9c6dc7 | mention [member=8864]Aslisk[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ Aslisk comes from a self made original concept, redrafted here for the purpose of character development!