11-05-2019, 11:56 AM
Aslisk hadn't noticed Redvox arriving at first. Her mind was far too busy with buzzing about how stupid this was. She was fireproof, wasn't she? Why was she burnt? How? Why? It hurt and stung. She hadn't felt such a thing since her earliest days as a hatchling. Back when pikes were shoved through her wings and she was hung in an incinerator, left to dangle for hours upon hours. Her yellow blood would crust on her body from the wounds in her wings, and then they would burn up, and then the scabs were horrendous until she finally healed them off. It had been miserable. It brought back foul memories, and foul memories worsened her foul temper. It was hard to feel the fire of the hatred that constantly surged from her body when her face was throbbing from the scorching wound present.
"I am fine," the wyvern hissed. Her tone was strained. Moving her face stung. The burn was on her snout. Her scales were discolored, turned almost a vibrant yellow from the blood that had swollen from the sudden surge of heat. She huffed, almost deciding to glare at the Gat that had come to investigate her shriek of pain. She supposed that was a difference, between him and the firesprink. Aslisk had no doubt that the firesprink would take great delight in poking fun at her now flammable form. Maybe he would even tease her with a ball of plasma, tossing it messily between his gloves, and she would threaten to take his eyes and he would not care in the slightest. This was similar, yes. Just without the plasma, or the disgruntled tone. "Someone wanted me to help with the plants in their room. And because I am ever generous, I decided to burn the plants. Get rid of them, so they don't take up space." Her wing lowered away from the blistering wound on her face, as if now not covering it would prove her words of being perfectly fine. Aslisk's red eyes almost managed a glare, as if wanting to dare Redvox to say and agree with her that yes, the blistering yellow wound on her snout was, in fact, nothing. The wyvern couldn't manage the look in full, and instead only managed to look as pissed off as she always did.
"I am fine," the wyvern hissed. Her tone was strained. Moving her face stung. The burn was on her snout. Her scales were discolored, turned almost a vibrant yellow from the blood that had swollen from the sudden surge of heat. She huffed, almost deciding to glare at the Gat that had come to investigate her shriek of pain. She supposed that was a difference, between him and the firesprink. Aslisk had no doubt that the firesprink would take great delight in poking fun at her now flammable form. Maybe he would even tease her with a ball of plasma, tossing it messily between his gloves, and she would threaten to take his eyes and he would not care in the slightest. This was similar, yes. Just without the plasma, or the disgruntled tone. "Someone wanted me to help with the plants in their room. And because I am ever generous, I decided to burn the plants. Get rid of them, so they don't take up space." Her wing lowered away from the blistering wound on her face, as if now not covering it would prove her words of being perfectly fine. Aslisk's red eyes almost managed a glare, as if wanting to dare Redvox to say and agree with her that yes, the blistering yellow wound on her snout was, in fact, nothing. The wyvern couldn't manage the look in full, and instead only managed to look as pissed off as she always did.
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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