11-20-2019, 02:46 PM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Religion was not one of the most important things to Aslisk. It was merely something that existed for the sake of existing. Her religion revolved around death, dying, disease, and pain. That had been the type of life that she had grown up in. Used as an experiment, she had been killed several times over for her disobedience. Aslisk felt as if she understood the concept of death well. The wyvern didn't exactly perform any worship. Hunting technically fit that criteria. It was causing death, even if it was for self preservation. Aslisk didn't know all the in's and out's of that religion. The worship of the god of death was not something she had time to question while she was being torn apart and molded to be a perfect killer. Which was fine. Aslisk didn't think that she was missing out on much. Her wife was more on the religious side - and Aslisk couldn't blame her. Ichigo claimed to have met her goddess at some point and even shared a muffin with her. In addition, there was the time that Aslisk, too, had seen that goddess when she had fixed Ichigo's inverse-hydra issue. Aslisk chalked it up to a drink from that morning being spiked, even if it was the worst lie to ever be imagined.
The wyvern wound up teleporting most of the way over. Walking around was still a challenge. It hurt. The breeze hurt, the cold air hurt, the grass against her feet hurt. Everything hurt. She could barely stand it. Aslisk was stubborn, though, and she would not be deterred just because of a little pain. Her tail likely would have been dragging behind her if it was not for the burn wounds that would be dragging against the grass. Her wings pulled her body forward, resting on both her wings and legs in order to make up the rest of the distance. Aslisk's fiery and angry personality had dimmed after the severe burns that she had established. Her pain seemed to distract and sap the effort needed for ferocity from her. "Pantheon," the wyvern echoed in a way that showed that the term was foreign to her. An ear twitched, barely, and she winced at the movement. Aslisk's stubborn behavior remained, refusing to acknowledge that she needed to stay in bed and rest so she did not worsen her wounds. "I'll ask the first question. What's that.. pant thingy you just mentioned." Her sentence was cut in half, both due to a form of exhaustion and to figure out what words she wanted to use to replicate the other's words. She had said the term once before, yes, but already Aslisk had forgotten the correct pronunciation. Yes, she could gather a little from the shrines, her head and gaze turning to stare at them for a few seconds.
The wyvern wound up teleporting most of the way over. Walking around was still a challenge. It hurt. The breeze hurt, the cold air hurt, the grass against her feet hurt. Everything hurt. She could barely stand it. Aslisk was stubborn, though, and she would not be deterred just because of a little pain. Her tail likely would have been dragging behind her if it was not for the burn wounds that would be dragging against the grass. Her wings pulled her body forward, resting on both her wings and legs in order to make up the rest of the distance. Aslisk's fiery and angry personality had dimmed after the severe burns that she had established. Her pain seemed to distract and sap the effort needed for ferocity from her. "Pantheon," the wyvern echoed in a way that showed that the term was foreign to her. An ear twitched, barely, and she winced at the movement. Aslisk's stubborn behavior remained, refusing to acknowledge that she needed to stay in bed and rest so she did not worsen her wounds. "I'll ask the first question. What's that.. pant thingy you just mentioned." Her sentence was cut in half, both due to a form of exhaustion and to figure out what words she wanted to use to replicate the other's words. She had said the term once before, yes, but already Aslisk had forgotten the correct pronunciation. Yes, she could gather a little from the shrines, her head and gaze turning to stare at them for a few seconds.
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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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