11-13-2019, 03:38 PM
"Sucks to suck and not know what a firesprink is, then," The wyvern's response to Redvox was cheeky. She moved her weight from side to side as if to add on to the sarcastic and ever demeaning tone of rage that curled past her sharp teeth. Her red eyes could only roll upon hearing the other's spiel of a threat - not that Aslisk even deemed Redvox's words as threatening - before a huff sounded. "You say you're gonna introduce yourself and then you don't. Hypocrital son of an Xiogipa," Aslisk added on, her head bobbing a little. Another strange, strange word that curled past her maw. One that certainly did not sound simple to produce. Adjusting to have a snout was odd. Yet spitting out the name of a species she had known since her youth was simple, easy, and effective. Her tail swung sharply behind her, staring at Redvox still. "You really need a class on selling stuff to people, hask."
Her attention then returned to Hamaru. Especially when he spoke - oh, she would know that voice anywhere. That was the firesprink himself, in the flesh, before her as an even worse unholy amalgamation than she had ever seen him as before. "Hamaru, I can't firesprink myself. That'd be like me trying to be you. Which is impossible, and a complete and utter downgrade. I know you're smaller now; did you're brain lusluing shrink too?" A sarcastic grin was spread across her face. So she was not alone, she was not the only person from her home that had been brought here. For a moment the thought of demanding to know how Ichigo and her children were doing surged to mind. A swift glance at the two other Templars swiftly buried that desire. Yes, she had often declared her motives while hoarding bowls, but the wyvern deemed it not a good idea to admit such at the time. "How about you get off your quartok and start walking so you can stop being somewhat lost. Unless you want to sit here and whine like a little hatchling. It'll do you good to walk around. Come on. Get up." Aslisk stamped a foot on the ground, as if that would somehow urge the other to get off his rump and come along. "I'm lost too but I'm not moping, you hask." The wyvern was stuck with her Nitisian swears, the ones that sounded like deep snarls. Not like the language of beasts that Hamaru could speak, but were.. almost similar in the way that they sounded like the most enraged noise in a vocal set to emit. She waved a wing and began moving again, staring at Hamaru with her vibrant red eyes.
Her attention then returned to Hamaru. Especially when he spoke - oh, she would know that voice anywhere. That was the firesprink himself, in the flesh, before her as an even worse unholy amalgamation than she had ever seen him as before. "Hamaru, I can't firesprink myself. That'd be like me trying to be you. Which is impossible, and a complete and utter downgrade. I know you're smaller now; did you're brain lusluing shrink too?" A sarcastic grin was spread across her face. So she was not alone, she was not the only person from her home that had been brought here. For a moment the thought of demanding to know how Ichigo and her children were doing surged to mind. A swift glance at the two other Templars swiftly buried that desire. Yes, she had often declared her motives while hoarding bowls, but the wyvern deemed it not a good idea to admit such at the time. "How about you get off your quartok and start walking so you can stop being somewhat lost. Unless you want to sit here and whine like a little hatchling. It'll do you good to walk around. Come on. Get up." Aslisk stamped a foot on the ground, as if that would somehow urge the other to get off his rump and come along. "I'm lost too but I'm not moping, you hask." The wyvern was stuck with her Nitisian swears, the ones that sounded like deep snarls. Not like the language of beasts that Hamaru could speak, but were.. almost similar in the way that they sounded like the most enraged noise in a vocal set to emit. She waved a wing and began moving again, staring at Hamaru with her vibrant red eyes.
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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