11-19-2019, 11:27 AM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Maybe she shouldn't have been up and wandering about. Maybe it would do her better to be staying in bed, resting, and healing. The wyvern spat in the face of slow recovery. She did that with a lot of things. Her fierce temper refused to be halted by the agony of getting up and moving around. Feeling her burn wounds be graced by the chilling air was absolutely painful. She could barely stand it. The air nipped at her burn wounds in a manner most fierce. Yes, maybe she should have stayed in bed. The wyvern was stubborn, she fought hard, and decided that she was not going to just be staying in bed while she waited for all the burn wounds to go away.
Aslisk somewhat knew the pains of immortality. Her original home had been of a place where no matter how many times she died, she would be brought back from the dead. It mattered not how she died, how long it took, or if she wanted to continue living. Her eyes would close, her body would fall still, and soon after she would rise in her birth place, reformed and repaired and ready to continue existing. It perhaps contributed to her feisty personality. Knowing that her words wouldn't ever have her fully killed, that her actions were covered by the insurance that every time she died she would wake back up again. Death was not permanent. Perhaps that was why she worshiped the concept as her god - her entire people group had. Death was their savior. Death would deliver them. Death was the only god that she had ever worshipped. Aslisk sometimes wrote up her somewhat immortality to that worship. Other times, she wanted to curse such a thing. Death was a double edged sword. It could bring demise to your enemies just as easily as striking down the ones you cared about. The wyvern liked to think she knew such a concept well.
Her arrival could be contributed to the rabbits. Hunger was as good a motivator as any. Her burnt body wouldn't let her actually hunt them, but the wyvern supposed that a swift teleport would allow for her to be able to catch them. Her blazing red gaze had been caught by seeing the newcomer. Aslisk could not attach a name to that face, nor did she think she had seen them before. The purple beast grunted. She elected to teleport most of the way there - which was still taxing and even more so with how her burn wounds leeched at her energy - and slowly trot the rest of the way. "Er. What're you doing here? Right on the border thing." Aslisk's words usually came out with a fierce and fury fueled ferocity. Teleporting and getting this far from camp left the wyvern with no energy to spare on her irritable nature. The idea of borders was foreign to her. Such was why her question was more open, addressing the border as an object rather a place. One of her webbed ears flicked, staring, her body stiffening when she felt a twinge of pain flicker through from the burn wounds that colored her purple body yellow.
Aslisk somewhat knew the pains of immortality. Her original home had been of a place where no matter how many times she died, she would be brought back from the dead. It mattered not how she died, how long it took, or if she wanted to continue living. Her eyes would close, her body would fall still, and soon after she would rise in her birth place, reformed and repaired and ready to continue existing. It perhaps contributed to her feisty personality. Knowing that her words wouldn't ever have her fully killed, that her actions were covered by the insurance that every time she died she would wake back up again. Death was not permanent. Perhaps that was why she worshiped the concept as her god - her entire people group had. Death was their savior. Death would deliver them. Death was the only god that she had ever worshipped. Aslisk sometimes wrote up her somewhat immortality to that worship. Other times, she wanted to curse such a thing. Death was a double edged sword. It could bring demise to your enemies just as easily as striking down the ones you cared about. The wyvern liked to think she knew such a concept well.
Her arrival could be contributed to the rabbits. Hunger was as good a motivator as any. Her burnt body wouldn't let her actually hunt them, but the wyvern supposed that a swift teleport would allow for her to be able to catch them. Her blazing red gaze had been caught by seeing the newcomer. Aslisk could not attach a name to that face, nor did she think she had seen them before. The purple beast grunted. She elected to teleport most of the way there - which was still taxing and even more so with how her burn wounds leeched at her energy - and slowly trot the rest of the way. "Er. What're you doing here? Right on the border thing." Aslisk's words usually came out with a fierce and fury fueled ferocity. Teleporting and getting this far from camp left the wyvern with no energy to spare on her irritable nature. The idea of borders was foreign to her. Such was why her question was more open, addressing the border as an object rather a place. One of her webbed ears flicked, staring, her body stiffening when she felt a twinge of pain flicker through from the burn wounds that colored her purple body yellow.
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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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