11-18-2019, 04:00 PM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - the halls of hiraeth
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
The wyvern's harsh breathing remained. She panted, struggling to drag in the air that was heavily required. It hurt to bring in the air, her body scraping against the ground. There were burns there, and it hurt horrifically. Just laying there hurt, feeling any form of breeze brushing her scales, or the pile of ash that she had collapsed in. The smell wasn't terrible. She was used to the smell of things that burned. She huffed again, wincing. It burned everywhere, the heat still felt as if it was present and still digging into her scales. Aslisk's ears lowered, too exhausted and pained to try to keep them raised into an attentive position. There wasn't a single thing comfortable about this. She was unable to help the defeat that she had suffered, and now someone was here and seeing it. That added to her anger, and she wished she had more strength to muster into the angered, garbled snarl that parted her sharp teeth.
"I-if you want sssstupid look in th-th-the mirror," the wyvern weakly snapped back. Aslisk's anger was dying out. It was a combination of the exhaustion, and a slow realization. She wasn't going to be able to move for a while. She wasn't healing as fast as she used to be able to. Or at all. She couldn't feel any progress being made to the severe burn wounds that covered her entire body. Her form was near entirely yellow, from snout to tail tip. She huffed again. How Aslisk severely hated any form of accepting help. For the longest time she had strove to be independent. Yet here she was, defeated by a pile of fire that she had created, and it hadn't yielded the results. With time, Aslisk assured herself, her fireproof ability would return. It was only in question of how many times she would have to endure the fierce flames in order to have her desired results. "I jusss' said I've tak'n way wo'sse." The near yellow wyvern grumbled. This was minor in comparison to the torture that she had endured daily in her earliest days. This was no where near it. Yet it was worse, in a way. Now she was enduring it on her own accord rather being forced to do so by the will of her creator. Aslisk wasn't fully certain if she had even said her previous comment. She insisted nonetheless, stubbornly fighting against the tone of exhaustion that had sunk into her tone.
Upon hearing the other's words, though, her red eyes snapped open. "Don' lussssluing touch mmme!" The wyvern screeched sharply. It was the loudest her voice had managed to be since the Harbringer had arrived. Yet near the end it trailed off into a grumble. Her talons curled, but she couldn't muster the strength to claw at the Gat as he picked her up. Instead she writhed when her burn wounds made contact with the other. She again screamed out in sheer pain. Her tail sharply curled, spasming, before the energy needed to continue the motions ran out. Aslisk breathed hard again, exhaustion seeping in again. The burnt wyvern could do nothing against Redvox as he carried her back. Her form fell limp shortly into the task of being carried, the energy needed to keep her head barely raised had dissipated as well. The heat seeped at her energy, and that hurt as well. Occasionally she twitched, probably due to the nerves that had been fried during the burning. Sudden jerks of her body warranted in more pain, and Aslisk could not muster the strength to even utter a hiss of annoyance towards the uncontrollable motions. How she hated having to rely on someone else to carry her to get the care needed for her burn wounds. It angered her severely, but she did not have the strength to hold onto the anger for long. Aslisk continued to breathe hard, coughing, wincing, sputtering, struggling against the severe burns that plauged her.
"I-if you want sssstupid look in th-th-the mirror," the wyvern weakly snapped back. Aslisk's anger was dying out. It was a combination of the exhaustion, and a slow realization. She wasn't going to be able to move for a while. She wasn't healing as fast as she used to be able to. Or at all. She couldn't feel any progress being made to the severe burn wounds that covered her entire body. Her form was near entirely yellow, from snout to tail tip. She huffed again. How Aslisk severely hated any form of accepting help. For the longest time she had strove to be independent. Yet here she was, defeated by a pile of fire that she had created, and it hadn't yielded the results. With time, Aslisk assured herself, her fireproof ability would return. It was only in question of how many times she would have to endure the fierce flames in order to have her desired results. "I jusss' said I've tak'n way wo'sse." The near yellow wyvern grumbled. This was minor in comparison to the torture that she had endured daily in her earliest days. This was no where near it. Yet it was worse, in a way. Now she was enduring it on her own accord rather being forced to do so by the will of her creator. Aslisk wasn't fully certain if she had even said her previous comment. She insisted nonetheless, stubbornly fighting against the tone of exhaustion that had sunk into her tone.
Upon hearing the other's words, though, her red eyes snapped open. "Don' lussssluing touch mmme!" The wyvern screeched sharply. It was the loudest her voice had managed to be since the Harbringer had arrived. Yet near the end it trailed off into a grumble. Her talons curled, but she couldn't muster the strength to claw at the Gat as he picked her up. Instead she writhed when her burn wounds made contact with the other. She again screamed out in sheer pain. Her tail sharply curled, spasming, before the energy needed to continue the motions ran out. Aslisk breathed hard again, exhaustion seeping in again. The burnt wyvern could do nothing against Redvox as he carried her back. Her form fell limp shortly into the task of being carried, the energy needed to keep her head barely raised had dissipated as well. The heat seeped at her energy, and that hurt as well. Occasionally she twitched, probably due to the nerves that had been fried during the burning. Sudden jerks of her body warranted in more pain, and Aslisk could not muster the strength to even utter a hiss of annoyance towards the uncontrollable motions. How she hated having to rely on someone else to carry her to get the care needed for her burn wounds. It angered her severely, but she did not have the strength to hold onto the anger for long. Aslisk continued to breathe hard, coughing, wincing, sputtering, struggling against the severe burns that plauged her.
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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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