11-16-2019, 11:29 AM
Aslisk couldn't say that she was surprised when Redvox was the first one to arrive. He had a phobia of fire, she could only assume. The wyvern felt heavily disoriented, and it took her a moment to realize that her name was being screamed out. She had collapsed on top of the remaining burning brush, which had meant more burns and, for the most part, the small fire being put out. She was breathing hard, sucking in air that needed to be deeply inhaled from how the fire had snatched it from her in order to continue burning. Her burnt scales were yellow. It was hard to tell that she had been purple originally, in all honestly. The gash that was across her face was swollen from the heat, irritated from it all. The webbing of her ears, the skin that allowed for her to hear, was burnt as well. She could barely hear, and it was all distorted nonetheless. Aslisk heaved, feeling as if she was going to vomit. But now she wouldn't because someone was here and she would not dare let herself be seen in a state of weakness. It was, likely, from how deeply she had dug through her memories to her youngest days. It forced more of that part of her personality upon her.
The wyvern didn't stand up. She tried, moving her wings to try and hoist herself onto her feet. The searing pain of the burn wounds forced her back down onto the pile of ash. Aslisk coughed, sputtering again, her eyes squinted shut. She forced back the tears of pain, because she both did not want to ever be seen crying, nor did she want salt from her tears slipping into the burn wounds that near entirely covered her body. "I-I don' give a ssssingle hask a-about y-y'ur terr'f'd hask," she muttered. Her words were jagged and slow. Aslisk could not force the overwhelming tone of pain from entering her voice. The wyvern was in a lot of pain, after all. Not even her stubbornness could save her from how pain worked. She barely opened one of her eyes to look at him. Her eyes burned to stay open from the water that was within them, and swiftly Aslisk closed such once again.
"I-I've had worssse. T-To be f-fireproof." Her words were slow and slurred together. Aslisk wound up severely coughing when she began speaking more. It hurt her lungs to continue talking. Aslisk wasn't sure if her insides had been burned as well. Coughing hurt because her entire body had to move. Her wings and tail spasmed, and she clenched her teeth and eyes shut. It was incredibly painful. It was more painful than it had been in her youth. Then she had healed instantly. Now, now she was not. Now the wyvern had severe burns that discolored most of her body, and they were not healing in the way that she had expected. Aslisk heaved again, and then she could not help the sharp shriek of agony that sounded from the burn wounds that scraped against the ash beneath her and the limbs, overall, moving. "'m fine. Go 'w-way." Aslisk did have that habit of immediately insisting that she was fine. This time it had taken her longer to remember to insist that she was perfectly capable of handling the situation herself. Yet she could not move, could barely breath, and was certainly more worse for wear than her previous and smaller burn wound had been. She hurt terribly, yet was still stubborn enough to yet again insist that she was perfectly fine.
The wyvern didn't stand up. She tried, moving her wings to try and hoist herself onto her feet. The searing pain of the burn wounds forced her back down onto the pile of ash. Aslisk coughed, sputtering again, her eyes squinted shut. She forced back the tears of pain, because she both did not want to ever be seen crying, nor did she want salt from her tears slipping into the burn wounds that near entirely covered her body. "I-I don' give a ssssingle hask a-about y-y'ur terr'f'd hask," she muttered. Her words were jagged and slow. Aslisk could not force the overwhelming tone of pain from entering her voice. The wyvern was in a lot of pain, after all. Not even her stubbornness could save her from how pain worked. She barely opened one of her eyes to look at him. Her eyes burned to stay open from the water that was within them, and swiftly Aslisk closed such once again.
"I-I've had worssse. T-To be f-fireproof." Her words were slow and slurred together. Aslisk wound up severely coughing when she began speaking more. It hurt her lungs to continue talking. Aslisk wasn't sure if her insides had been burned as well. Coughing hurt because her entire body had to move. Her wings and tail spasmed, and she clenched her teeth and eyes shut. It was incredibly painful. It was more painful than it had been in her youth. Then she had healed instantly. Now, now she was not. Now the wyvern had severe burns that discolored most of her body, and they were not healing in the way that she had expected. Aslisk heaved again, and then she could not help the sharp shriek of agony that sounded from the burn wounds that scraped against the ash beneath her and the limbs, overall, moving. "'m fine. Go 'w-way." Aslisk did have that habit of immediately insisting that she was fine. This time it had taken her longer to remember to insist that she was perfectly capable of handling the situation herself. Yet she could not move, could barely breath, and was certainly more worse for wear than her previous and smaller burn wound had been. She hurt terribly, yet was still stubborn enough to yet again insist that she was perfectly fine.
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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