11-21-2019, 11:48 AM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Tiring was it, recovering from severe burn wounds. The fire that had caused it felt like it had happened longer and longer a time ago. Perhaps it was time for her to light another fire, and continue working on fireproofing herself. Aslisk was a stubborn, stubborn wyvern. She refused to believe that her method of granting herself fire immunity was false. It had worked when she was younger, a mere hatchling. It had to work again now. She did not consider her change of form to be the cause of now being unable to be fireproof. Rather, she deemed it a fresh start. Yet the scar on her face was still there. Such confused her. How was this body a fresh slate if she still had that mark on her face? It wasn't a superbly deep cut, but it was certainly permanent. A somewhat open wound that did not scar, but did not bleed, but did not function as an open wound, but did not heal. The burn wounds were healing, though. Slowly. Barely any progress. The wyvern refused bed rest, constantly up and moving about. She refused to accept aid, even if it was food. She insisted that she could still hunt for herself. Aslisk could teleport, after all, as well as turn invisible. It wasn't hard to hunt when the prey couldn't see you, or when you could teleport right to them.
Using powers, healing, it was all exhausting. The wyvern was a nocturnal creature - or, at least, Aslisk was. She slept during the day and moved about at night. She had always done such a thing. Going to live at her wife's home planet had definitely mucked that up. It was a planet of eternal daylight. Nighttime was not a thing. Nighttime did not exist. The dark was scary and everything glowed and it hurt her eyes just thinking about it. The night was far better, and so Aslisk always tried to be awake when it rolled around. Perhaps it was to try and allude those that would try to help her. Perhaps it was because it was better on her eyes. Or, perhaps, it was because it was quieter and allowed for less interaction. Aslisk didn't ever try to hide her utter annoyance for practically every one and every thing. She also didn't hide her fiery attitude. Nearly everything made her angry. The texture of the grass to someone talking to her warranted an angry snarl curling past her sharp teeth. After her fire incident her anger had toned down, not having the energy due to the burns that covered her entire body. Too tired to be angry. Aslisk still tried, but her bared teeth and anger fueled expression would swiftly fall prey to exhaustion, and whatever she had been arguing about swiftly grew half hearted.
The wyvern had finished hunting, settling down outside. After all, it wasn't too cold out. Yet. She knew it would get cold soon, she knew how seasons worked. Her wife didn't. The planet was eternally sunny and summer. Exhaustion filled her, and she didn't want to walk or fly up to her room. Flying was already hard enough with the injuries, she did not need to factor exhaustion in as well. She figured she would be awake again before the sun came up, and she wouldn't be caught sleeping outside. Aslisk did slowly doze off, curled loosely around herself, wings covering her body as if the limbs would shield her from the sky. Of course her sleep couldn't be considered a peaceful - or perhaps humorous - sight. As the wyvern dozed, the spikes on her tail began heating. They were keratin, and therefore had not been burned by the fire that she had used to being the fireproofing process. She hadn't caused any fire, and so them being heated did not make sense. They glowed, sparking, the spikes themselves lighting themselves on fire. The wyvern, dozing, oblivious to how she didn't even have to be awake and she was lighting things on fire. The grass was smoldering and smoking from the nearby heat. Aslisk's spikes were not the only glowing, near burst-into-flames edge on her body. Her horns were doing the same thing, burning the grass that she was resting on. It was sheer exhaustion that allowed the wyvern to continue dozing despite the fire that, almost, was being set right next to her and - technically - by her own doing once again.
Using powers, healing, it was all exhausting. The wyvern was a nocturnal creature - or, at least, Aslisk was. She slept during the day and moved about at night. She had always done such a thing. Going to live at her wife's home planet had definitely mucked that up. It was a planet of eternal daylight. Nighttime was not a thing. Nighttime did not exist. The dark was scary and everything glowed and it hurt her eyes just thinking about it. The night was far better, and so Aslisk always tried to be awake when it rolled around. Perhaps it was to try and allude those that would try to help her. Perhaps it was because it was better on her eyes. Or, perhaps, it was because it was quieter and allowed for less interaction. Aslisk didn't ever try to hide her utter annoyance for practically every one and every thing. She also didn't hide her fiery attitude. Nearly everything made her angry. The texture of the grass to someone talking to her warranted an angry snarl curling past her sharp teeth. After her fire incident her anger had toned down, not having the energy due to the burns that covered her entire body. Too tired to be angry. Aslisk still tried, but her bared teeth and anger fueled expression would swiftly fall prey to exhaustion, and whatever she had been arguing about swiftly grew half hearted.
The wyvern had finished hunting, settling down outside. After all, it wasn't too cold out. Yet. She knew it would get cold soon, she knew how seasons worked. Her wife didn't. The planet was eternally sunny and summer. Exhaustion filled her, and she didn't want to walk or fly up to her room. Flying was already hard enough with the injuries, she did not need to factor exhaustion in as well. She figured she would be awake again before the sun came up, and she wouldn't be caught sleeping outside. Aslisk did slowly doze off, curled loosely around herself, wings covering her body as if the limbs would shield her from the sky. Of course her sleep couldn't be considered a peaceful - or perhaps humorous - sight. As the wyvern dozed, the spikes on her tail began heating. They were keratin, and therefore had not been burned by the fire that she had used to being the fireproofing process. She hadn't caused any fire, and so them being heated did not make sense. They glowed, sparking, the spikes themselves lighting themselves on fire. The wyvern, dozing, oblivious to how she didn't even have to be awake and she was lighting things on fire. The grass was smoldering and smoking from the nearby heat. Aslisk's spikes were not the only glowing, near burst-into-flames edge on her body. Her horns were doing the same thing, burning the grass that she was resting on. It was sheer exhaustion that allowed the wyvern to continue dozing despite the fire that, almost, was being set right next to her and - technically - by her own doing once again.
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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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