NIGHTMARE IN DREAMLAND ☆ meeting 11/15

[fulzanin]

Meetings in this world were different than the ones she was used to. Where she had her most recent home, with her wife and children, she had been one of the highest members of the society. There was a Queen who overruled everyone. There was the King that raised the young. Then every city sent a representative of their most dominant element to a Council to discuss all the matters. She had been the representative of her kind. The Queen had known her long before she had ever been considered for being given such a title. Aslisk had tried to kill her more than once. She'd almost managed, a few times. She was the reason there was a wound that never healed right across her face. To demonstrate that if she kept it up, she would be punished further. That was their first ever interaction. Aslisk had been bound and had to watch her wife fall to her death in a ravine - an addition to her punishment.

Slowly the wyvern came trotting over. With fierce burn wounds that had resulted from a flame that had burnt her entire body, getting over to the announcement had been a struggle. Most of it had been done by teleporting, but the exhaustion that overcame her from the fierce wounds kept her from going far. She cursed how teleportation worked here. Before she had been able to cross entire planets in the blink of an eye. It added to irritation, but she was too exhausted to uphold it. Aslisk found herself straining to hear - certainly a part of her fire caused injuries and the delicate webbing that made up her ears being burnt. Temper. It was her temper that had stood between her and a promotion that the wyvern hadn't even known to exist. Maybe she had. Her thoughts were warm and not by rage and so she had a hard time making swift sense of them. Briefly the wyvern question what skills she had demonstrated other than being prepared to fight for what she believed true on a moments notice. Yet, even with how disoriented and hurt she was, a snort sounded at the title of 'hot shot' being graced to her. Was that in reference to her severe wounds? Her temper? Aslisk decided to go with the latter, since that seemed to be the entire reasoning for not getting a better promotion.

There was the slightest feeling of irritation when she noted that there was going to be yet another person over her. Another person she couldn't snap at without probably getting cuffed at again. Aslisk couldn't fess up the energy to feel angry. Inconvenienced, maybe. There was talk about the gods of the group, gods that Aslisk would say she was.. mildly curious about. Not full blown inquisitive, no, but the slightest intrigued about how worship worked here. It was not as if she worshiped her own god often, or in public (or at all, if she really were to be honest with herself). It wasn't important. Hunting, technically, sufficed as enough worship. It was causing death to something, and that met the requirement. Her lanky tail raised a little from where it had been sprawled out on the ground behind her. "Congratulations," was the sole word to part from the wyvern's jaws upon the spiel from the Harbringer coming to a close. There was no fiery temper behind the word, slowly curling past her teeth in a way that finally did not sound as if she was trying to kill someone with her words alone. Aslisk couldn't muster the energy for such a thing - she could barely muster enough to continue standing there, listening, and remaining somewhat a decent posture in spite of her injuries. Her tongue flicked, a soft grumble sounding while her head turned. She wasn't in any shape to volunteer to go anywhere, and the wyvern decided that her offer likely would be denied on the grounds of her 'fiery temper'. Aslisk supposed such was right. She probably would wind up snapping and saying something wrong. Diplomatic missions. Those were not for her, she knew well.

ive always had to get my hands dirty, a patrol to make sure no one hurts me

TAGS 10/3/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Aslisk | asli, alisk
✧ physically easy, mentally medium | March 7
✧ cisgender | she/her
✧ the pitt | n/a | n/a

APPEARANCE.
✧ wyvern (ref.) | health: 19% | piyan_baby rock demon wyvern
— a short purple wyvern with a plethora of spikes covering her lanky tail. Her horns are a light pink and spikes a deep green, and her eyes are a blazing red. The wyvern’s wings are grey. She possesses blue feet which sharply turn into the purple of the rest of her body. A long, vibrant and yellow tongue allows for her to fish. Her tail ends in a two-parted segment, acting as a pseudo hand. Her upper teeth are longer and sharper, where her lower teeth are shorter and sturdier.
— blood is yellow and glows
— accesories
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision.

PERSONALITY.
✧ determined, outgoing, strong willed
✧ self-preserving, sly, devious
✧ temperamental, hissy, irritable

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ asulkio x unla | crafted from an infertile egg
✧ nul
✧ demiromantic bisexual | taken/not looking | asligo

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically easy | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility
✧ will start/end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ trained to kill swiftly, not to fight
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #9c6dc7 | mention [member=8864]Aslisk[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ Aslisk comes from a self made original concept, redrafted here for the purpose of character development!