11-13-2019, 02:11 PM
Slowly Aslisk's tail flicked behind her. The webbing that constructed her wings was open, her staring at him. Her tail then nudged the pile, as if she was somehow worried that it would collapse if she did not constantly alter it's structure. She couldn't have any of them breaking before she could give them to her wonderful children. Aslisk had even hissed at the Harbringer when he dared to touch the pile, striding closer. She wasn't exactly sure what her children's stance was on broken bowls - as she refused to give them broken items for she deemed them improper - but was heavily against giving them such a thing. They could get hurt. Or not like them. "I didn't hear any lusluing knocking," Aslisk replied, her head raising a little. Then she huffed, stomping a talon against the floor. "Yes, yes I have kids. And a wife. Neither of them was brought here with me though. I can see how it's both good and hask that they're not here." She certainly wouldn't be allowed to be this temperamental if her wife was here. No, she would be cuffed over the head and brought in for a hug, or be chirped at until she was calmed down. Her kids? She wouldn't want them getting hurt. At the same time, though, she did miss both of them. The cons weighed against the pros. Aslisk was never good at that sort of logical thinking. Perhaps it was for the best that they weren't here. She didn't have to worry about upsetting people who's opinions she truly did care about. Yet she could not ensure their safety. Both were strong arguments to the wyvern, and she truly could not pick one over the other. It didn't matter. They weren't here, and her say in the matter did not count.
Appealing to Aslisk's emotions has usually never been a decent strategy in the past. She has held the cure to a disease in one talon, and smashed it and all the research when her emotional side had been begged to. She could see the face, crying, tearing up, begging and pleading at her feet. Aslisk had only handed over the vial due to sheer annoyance, of not wanting to hear another word from the beggar that groveled at her feet. A part of her had loved being in full control of the situation at hand. Aslisk loved being in control. But the other part of her had hated the whine of the other's pleas so much that she had caved. Her teeth bared. "I think you must be deaf. I just said I'm not giving them back, so no. Not only do I not believe in promises, but I equally will not be returning these bowls." Aslisk remembered her hatred for promises well. She had promised someone that she would not do another person any harm. She had upheld that promise for a long, long time. It was binding. She hated being bound to her word in the way of a promise. Nothing terrible had actually come out of the promise - if anything, things had gone for the better - but her hatred of the concept burned right through. "They're for my kids now. If they want these bowls back so dearly," her lips pulled back, head turning as if snarling at an invisible threat, "then they can humor me and try to take them back." Aslisk's gaze then returned to the Harbringer. No, her aggression was not directed toward's him at the time. Her gaze leveled to it's usual level of fury while the talons that jutted from her feet curled into the floor as if it would allow the rest of her anger an easy way out. "They're old, like you said. They won't be missed," the wyvern added breezily, nodding her head to agree with her own sharp words. "And no. I wouldn't know what it's like in a community. Some people don't have the luxuries of wherever the hask you grew up."
Appealing to Aslisk's emotions has usually never been a decent strategy in the past. She has held the cure to a disease in one talon, and smashed it and all the research when her emotional side had been begged to. She could see the face, crying, tearing up, begging and pleading at her feet. Aslisk had only handed over the vial due to sheer annoyance, of not wanting to hear another word from the beggar that groveled at her feet. A part of her had loved being in full control of the situation at hand. Aslisk loved being in control. But the other part of her had hated the whine of the other's pleas so much that she had caved. Her teeth bared. "I think you must be deaf. I just said I'm not giving them back, so no. Not only do I not believe in promises, but I equally will not be returning these bowls." Aslisk remembered her hatred for promises well. She had promised someone that she would not do another person any harm. She had upheld that promise for a long, long time. It was binding. She hated being bound to her word in the way of a promise. Nothing terrible had actually come out of the promise - if anything, things had gone for the better - but her hatred of the concept burned right through. "They're for my kids now. If they want these bowls back so dearly," her lips pulled back, head turning as if snarling at an invisible threat, "then they can humor me and try to take them back." Aslisk's gaze then returned to the Harbringer. No, her aggression was not directed toward's him at the time. Her gaze leveled to it's usual level of fury while the talons that jutted from her feet curled into the floor as if it would allow the rest of her anger an easy way out. "They're old, like you said. They won't be missed," the wyvern added breezily, nodding her head to agree with her own sharp words. "And no. I wouldn't know what it's like in a community. Some people don't have the luxuries of wherever the hask you grew up."
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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