hoarding for heathens - bowls

[fulzanin]

For a moment Aslisk felt a searing anger surge from her scales. She watched as the other picked up the bowl and inspected it. She immediately felt enraged, far more than the usual amount. Her tail swung behind her sharply, the other side from where the pile of bowls were. She told herself that if that bowl did break, then she would have every reason to launch herself forward and thwack him. Or actually attack him. Whichever came first, the wyvern swiftly decided. Her mind was conflicted. She had many different takes of how authority worked. Where she had been born, she was the tool and everyone else was the master. Then she had answered to a form of mutual respect, and then came a hierarchy of queens and kings. She was lacking severely in the respect department, and her jaws parted to sharply hiss. She wasn't sure which mentality she would take if she had to, and decided that she'd decide if she had to. "No, they wouldn't. Ichigo would hate that it turns night and I don't think the kids would like people touching their stuff, she snarled in reply. She let the topic of not hearing the other knock die. It wasn't doing her any good, arguing against an absolute truth. So it was possible for her mind to be deterred, it was just.. hell to do so. Perhaps it had to do with how her expression lightened a little upon the other's words of apologizing for her other familial members not being present. "I'd prefer them to be home, where it's mostly safe." Their home was not entirely safe. There were predators, of course. Vicious predators that hunted in massive swarms that could overtake nearly anything they came across due to numbers alone. Aslisk would say such anyways - she needed to convince herself just as much at the time.

"Now, if they're gonna come waddle up into my room, like you have, and demand for them back, I'm gonna have to put them in their place. That's just how it is. I'm not gonna be shoved around. So I'll fight who I want over what I want. It'll be their fault for not using their lusluing common sense." She huffed. The place that she had somewhat lived before her family moved had been a place just like that. You fought to establish your order. It was different than the place of her creation. Rank was not earned by the blood on your talons, but a form of mutual respect. She wasn't quite sure where she was on that list. Hopefully no where too embarrassing. "How does the saying go? Mess with the bull, get the horns? I like that one." Aslisk nodded her head, turning it over a few times. It was a human saying. Of course it was. Human sayings, she hated them, solely due to their connection with humanity. She could deal with it for something as simple as this - and defending her violent nature as well. Her wings shrugged a little, turning her gaze back to the pile.

Of course, when community was again brought up, she stiffened. "That would be a family, not a community. Do you want to talk about luxurious birth places?" The wyvern's tone had grown cold, and her head slowly pulled away from where she had begun again examining the pile. She was standing up taller now, a fury brimming in her vibrant red eyes. Perhaps she didn't fully grasp the meaning of a community. It could mean any size - and as said, a family was just a small community. Yet anger didn't allow her to fully think such a thing through. For a moment the wyvern wanted to spit out the horrors of her childhood. She wanted to elaborate on how she had become such a cold hearted and absolutely vicious person. Briefly it came, the feeling of wanting to spit out her hissy fit of anger of how her childhood had to be far worse than the other's. But then, then the anger filtered away for a moment. No one deserved to hear that story unless they were close to her. Redvox was not. So Aslisk bit her tongue, willing herself silent until she could get her thoughts in order. "A community I'd more associate with a town than a family, you hask." Her tone was quiet, forcefully filled with a more neutral tone whilst she pushed down the remaining 'spill your guts out with your words' feeling that had arisen.

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: 100% | 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!