11-09-2019, 12:12 AM
Aslisk's pace was swift, even if it was wobbly. Wyverns were meant to use their wings to trot along on all four's. Aslisk seemed bound and determined to not do such a thing if she could help it. Her tail would usually awkwardly curl behind her, but eventually after a few near faceplants into the ground she yielded and moved the way that her body was intended. It was annoying. She knew how to balance on her hind feet - she could do such a thing as long as she was not moving. Walking was another story. It heavily irritated her, not being able to stride confidently on her feet as she had back home. Irritation made her teeth clench together. The wyvern almost did lash out when she felt contact. Aslisk was far from a fan of any form of physical contact. Her earliest days had such associated with being held still so pikes could be thrust into her wings or chemicals through her tail. Then came the days where she had not felt any form of physical touch at all. Those were followed by the days with her wife, until she fell into a ravine and died. Then there was the pacifist, who had absolutely no concept of personal space and had glomped onto her wings and ignored any and all of her threats of doom. She had her wife back now, yes. That was the most physical contact she was willing to accept.
"Do that again and your followers will find you bound to your ceiling by your small intestine around your neck. Dont touch me." The threat curled sharply past her teeth, fury lacing her tone. Her tail smacked against the ground, as if to add a threatening 'boom' to aid her furious words. The wyvern wouldn't actually do such a thing. The threat came with ease, on impulse, and swiftly she began speaking once more. "Of course, I'd only do that if you wouldn't be such a waste of my time. Or if all the idiots around here wouldn't be more useless without their leader." Her cover-up was said with equally fierce tone lacing each and every word. Yes, Aslisk often handed out death threats like a person handed out candy on Halloween. The wyvern had. for a moment, managed to forget that she wasn't home. That this behavior liekly was less than acceptable. Would she admit her momentary recoil? No, she was far too stubborn for such a thing.
Being called Mistress was.. odd. Almost flattering. Aslisk wasn't fully sure what a mistress even was, if she was honest with herself. Her tail raised and slowly swung behind her, one of her webbed ears flicking. "I don't see why not." Came Aslisk's slow reply. It curled past her sharp teeth in a way that was slightly less than fully fledged anger and rage. It still sounded irritable. Aslisk's words nearly always had that undertone. She tried to lessen it, her then making a gesture with a wing to the direction that she had been walking in. "We're going that way," Aslisk added in, nodding her head slightly as she then lowered back onto her wings to continue her hasty trot along.
"Do that again and your followers will find you bound to your ceiling by your small intestine around your neck. Dont touch me." The threat curled sharply past her teeth, fury lacing her tone. Her tail smacked against the ground, as if to add a threatening 'boom' to aid her furious words. The wyvern wouldn't actually do such a thing. The threat came with ease, on impulse, and swiftly she began speaking once more. "Of course, I'd only do that if you wouldn't be such a waste of my time. Or if all the idiots around here wouldn't be more useless without their leader." Her cover-up was said with equally fierce tone lacing each and every word. Yes, Aslisk often handed out death threats like a person handed out candy on Halloween. The wyvern had. for a moment, managed to forget that she wasn't home. That this behavior liekly was less than acceptable. Would she admit her momentary recoil? No, she was far too stubborn for such a thing.
Being called Mistress was.. odd. Almost flattering. Aslisk wasn't fully sure what a mistress even was, if she was honest with herself. Her tail raised and slowly swung behind her, one of her webbed ears flicking. "I don't see why not." Came Aslisk's slow reply. It curled past her sharp teeth in a way that was slightly less than fully fledged anger and rage. It still sounded irritable. Aslisk's words nearly always had that undertone. She tried to lessen it, her then making a gesture with a wing to the direction that she had been walking in. "We're going that way," Aslisk added in, nodding her head slightly as she then lowered back onto her wings to continue her hasty trot along.
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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