11-11-2019, 11:48 AM
Aslisk remembered two things about her wife's species very easily. They were absolute idiots, one, and for two they were obsessed with baking cakes. If any sort of spectacular event happened, Ichigo's species would create immeasurable amounts of cake. When her and Ichigo had announced their pairing, Aslisk had been unable to leave her home until she had someone come and move all the cake. Even stranger, some of the cake had somehow gotten into their home, which made no sense considering that the door was locked and they had no windows. It had left her confused. Ichigo had been excited about all the cake, and Aslisk more so had been disgruntled that they had been on plates rather than bowls. She couldn't even recycle the plates for her kids! Aslisk knew not of the ways of baking. Instead she had tucked the plates away in a cabinet and decided she'd sort it out later. Later never came, of course.
Aslisk had no desire to learn how to cook. She hunted rather than cooking. Sometimes, back home, Ichigo would cook for her. Yes, Ichigo in truth could only create soup, but Aslisk would swear to her grave that it was the best soup to ever be made. Other than Ichigo's cooking Aslisk only ate stuff raw. It had been especially so upon her arrival here. After she had been told off for lighting a brush fire the wyvern had decided that dealing with fire - and her apparent lack-of-fireproof-ness - was not worth it. She had gotten a nasty burn from that experience, and thinking of it made her irritable. But there had been a culinary item that Aslisk did want to try to make. Ichigo had told her of some brown fruit that grew on reeds, called a 'corndog'. Or, at least, that was Ichigo's perspective of it. She had bounced and pleaded for Aslisk to take her to get some, but it had been at the end of a long day and Aslisk had only wanted to sleep instead of go on an adventure to find one particular food item. She stung with guilt, for not having gone to do such a thing. The grief arose from being away from her wife, and her teeth clenched.
To ease the guilt, the wyvern teleported out of her room. She would find some of those silly corndogs, and try one, so that when she returned home she could tell Ichigo all about how they tasted. Would that make up for her steadily growing disappearance? Aslisk hoped so. She wasn't sure if it would, but it was her only idea as of now. She got a running start before taking off. Finding a place that grew reeds was hard, but the wyvern did eventually manage. She returned with the brown plants and their stalks, landing rather heavily. Aslisk looked them over for a few seconds. They did look fried, and it befuddled her. How did a plant in the wild get fried? It confused her. The wyvern's wings splayed so that she could pick up one of the plants. She crunched down. Then, Aslisk sputtered, spitting up the reed. She spat and coughed, convulsing as her wings swiftly closed by her sides. "Ew, ew, those are- oh, Nitis, ew." The wyvern huffed. Her tongue hung from her mouth, and disgust scrunched up her face. The wyvern had fallen prey to such a simple switch up. Rather than irritation, the wyvern was too busy trying to scrub her tongue clean from the foul taste of reed with a wing.
Aslisk had no desire to learn how to cook. She hunted rather than cooking. Sometimes, back home, Ichigo would cook for her. Yes, Ichigo in truth could only create soup, but Aslisk would swear to her grave that it was the best soup to ever be made. Other than Ichigo's cooking Aslisk only ate stuff raw. It had been especially so upon her arrival here. After she had been told off for lighting a brush fire the wyvern had decided that dealing with fire - and her apparent lack-of-fireproof-ness - was not worth it. She had gotten a nasty burn from that experience, and thinking of it made her irritable. But there had been a culinary item that Aslisk did want to try to make. Ichigo had told her of some brown fruit that grew on reeds, called a 'corndog'. Or, at least, that was Ichigo's perspective of it. She had bounced and pleaded for Aslisk to take her to get some, but it had been at the end of a long day and Aslisk had only wanted to sleep instead of go on an adventure to find one particular food item. She stung with guilt, for not having gone to do such a thing. The grief arose from being away from her wife, and her teeth clenched.
To ease the guilt, the wyvern teleported out of her room. She would find some of those silly corndogs, and try one, so that when she returned home she could tell Ichigo all about how they tasted. Would that make up for her steadily growing disappearance? Aslisk hoped so. She wasn't sure if it would, but it was her only idea as of now. She got a running start before taking off. Finding a place that grew reeds was hard, but the wyvern did eventually manage. She returned with the brown plants and their stalks, landing rather heavily. Aslisk looked them over for a few seconds. They did look fried, and it befuddled her. How did a plant in the wild get fried? It confused her. The wyvern's wings splayed so that she could pick up one of the plants. She crunched down. Then, Aslisk sputtered, spitting up the reed. She spat and coughed, convulsing as her wings swiftly closed by her sides. "Ew, ew, those are- oh, Nitis, ew." The wyvern huffed. Her tongue hung from her mouth, and disgust scrunched up her face. The wyvern had fallen prey to such a simple switch up. Rather than irritation, the wyvern was too busy trying to scrub her tongue clean from the foul taste of reed with a wing.
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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