11-12-2019, 10:42 AM
Aslisk didn't exactly have a grasp of music. She was a tone deaf person. Sometimes she would hum, yes, but there was never any tune to be found with her quiet noise. That noise was reserved for when she was alone and she could not stand silence for a moment longer. The changes in pitch had to be drastic for her to comprehend. In addition, music wasn't exactly common where she came from. Where she had been born the only thing that was important was proving yourself through viciousness in order to establish yourself within the rankings. No music, unless one counted water dripping through the ceiling or systematic screaming of those who had not, in fact, adhered to the rules of violence and objected. When she moved to live with her wife, there was no music there, either. The species that had inhabited that world were just as tone deaf as she was - if not worse. They would try to sing, and while they could chirp like bird's their musical abilities were far from birdsong. They screeched and squealed, it tore through the air just like claws. Far from any form of pleasant.
Hearing the noise, the wyvern grew curious and came over. No, she still could not actually hear the melody. All Aslisk could understand from it was the noise. Briefly hearing the word 'prayer' made her stiffen. It was a word that she had heard during the second worst time of her life. Objectification round two of being deemed an item, the scowls, the fact that she was wrong for someone else's religion and way of life did not match her own. She still wanted to sink her teeth into his throat. She still, after being away from him for such an extended period, wanted to see the life leave his eyes. Prayer here might mean something else. Prayer here might not be as it was with him. It might not be asking for the strength to separate her from her wife. It might not be degrading her children for being the undead. Aslisk instead slowly settled, deciding to keep any possible sharp words to herself. She harbored grudges deep, and refused to let them go. Aslisk had already gotten in trouble once for her threats, and decided that this time she would keep her likely harsh words under wraps.
Hearing the noise, the wyvern grew curious and came over. No, she still could not actually hear the melody. All Aslisk could understand from it was the noise. Briefly hearing the word 'prayer' made her stiffen. It was a word that she had heard during the second worst time of her life. Objectification round two of being deemed an item, the scowls, the fact that she was wrong for someone else's religion and way of life did not match her own. She still wanted to sink her teeth into his throat. She still, after being away from him for such an extended period, wanted to see the life leave his eyes. Prayer here might mean something else. Prayer here might not be as it was with him. It might not be asking for the strength to separate her from her wife. It might not be degrading her children for being the undead. Aslisk instead slowly settled, deciding to keep any possible sharp words to herself. She harbored grudges deep, and refused to let them go. Aslisk had already gotten in trouble once for her threats, and decided that this time she would keep her likely harsh words under wraps.
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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