11-07-2019, 12:04 PM
Aslisk, in truth, had not been expecting anyone to investigate her constant trotting about in search of the dish. Her talons were carefully sorting the pile, making them more clustered together so that they took up less space. Her room was far from full with anything else of noteworthiness. Boring and bland, she had yet to have altered anything in her short time following choosing the room as her own. Spare the bowl pile. It was getting rather big, and the wyvern lowered her head to nudge another bowl into what she deemed the proper spot. Her child usually did something similar. The cave that had been created to hold it's massive collection of bowls was too small for her to enter. That was fine. Her children did deserve privacy. The only time Aslisk had ever demanded something from the little zombie's hoarding cave had been when she wanted one particular bowl. She let her child have it, yes, but that did not lessen the value that one bowl had to her. The first gift she'd ever been given in her entire life. It bore heavily on her mind sometimes, that she let her child have such an important item, but she equally as heavily trusted in her bowl-obsessed child to not break it.
"Has anyone ever told you to lusluing knock?" The wyvern spat. Redvox had knocked, yes. Aslisk simply decided that she needed more a reason to be angry. Her head snapped up from the pile, red eyes glaring in the dark room. They faintly glowed, not just from the sheer fury that restlessly flickered in her gaze. "These are for my children." Aslisk supposed that she did owe him the slightest bit of an explanation. He was the leader. As much as Aslisk loved the idea of insubordination, it did not mean that the wyvern actually did such a thing. Her tail swung slowly behind her, head raising high. She liked being defiant, of course. It felt good to have the strength to stand up for what her own childhood had denied of her. Aslisk liked the thin line between headstrong and disrespectful, and she surely walked it. To her, it was different than insubordination. Not that she believed she'd ever been accused of doing such a thing. The wyvern either was put into her place, or simply managed to not cross the line. Aslisk figured she was far from the line, anyways, over such a trivial thing such as bowl collecting.
"My eldest loves to collect bowls. I figured since nobody was using them, then they should go to someone that actually would use them." Aslisk continued. Her tone had softened upon commenting about her child, following with a vague gesture to the pile with one of her lanky wings. The end of the limb nudged the pile, moving one of the bowls before it came back to a rest in the misshapen pile. "They're not gonna be missed. Likely."Aslisk was not fully sure of the idea of how the people here used bowls. They hadn't been used currently, and so she had swiped them. Her tongue wiped her sharp teeth, continuing to stare. Her glare had lessened a little, mind now growing occupied with how she would even return home to give this bowls to the child of question. Teleporting, clearly, but thus far it had only resulted in failure. She huffed, leaning forward on her feet, swiftly forcing for her tone to once again grow aggressive. "I'm not giving them back."
"Has anyone ever told you to lusluing knock?" The wyvern spat. Redvox had knocked, yes. Aslisk simply decided that she needed more a reason to be angry. Her head snapped up from the pile, red eyes glaring in the dark room. They faintly glowed, not just from the sheer fury that restlessly flickered in her gaze. "These are for my children." Aslisk supposed that she did owe him the slightest bit of an explanation. He was the leader. As much as Aslisk loved the idea of insubordination, it did not mean that the wyvern actually did such a thing. Her tail swung slowly behind her, head raising high. She liked being defiant, of course. It felt good to have the strength to stand up for what her own childhood had denied of her. Aslisk liked the thin line between headstrong and disrespectful, and she surely walked it. To her, it was different than insubordination. Not that she believed she'd ever been accused of doing such a thing. The wyvern either was put into her place, or simply managed to not cross the line. Aslisk figured she was far from the line, anyways, over such a trivial thing such as bowl collecting.
"My eldest loves to collect bowls. I figured since nobody was using them, then they should go to someone that actually would use them." Aslisk continued. Her tone had softened upon commenting about her child, following with a vague gesture to the pile with one of her lanky wings. The end of the limb nudged the pile, moving one of the bowls before it came back to a rest in the misshapen pile. "They're not gonna be missed. Likely."Aslisk was not fully sure of the idea of how the people here used bowls. They hadn't been used currently, and so she had swiped them. Her tongue wiped her sharp teeth, continuing to stare. Her glare had lessened a little, mind now growing occupied with how she would even return home to give this bowls to the child of question. Teleporting, clearly, but thus far it had only resulted in failure. She huffed, leaning forward on her feet, swiftly forcing for her tone to once again grow aggressive. "I'm not giving them back."
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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