11-21-2019, 01:24 PM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
In truth, Aslisk only had so much anger to burn. There was a certain limit, that she either finally would back off or would strike in order to release the fury that built up and surged beneath her scales. This was the former, thankfully, her ears flicking. Her head lowered somewhat, irritated still, but most of her anger seemed to blow over after a stiffened pause of her form. "Considering how I have killed near an entire mall's worth of people for my kids in one swoop, I think stealing is the least of my problems." The wyvern rumbled. Her tone, less anger filled, was a little lighter than it was before. It was a tone not common to the wyvern, a tone that was an oddity and strange and did not sound correct to come from the maw of the furious wyvern. Her tail slowly swung behind her, a small snicker following suit. "For some it is. I, for one, would love it if I never had to go home again."
Aslisk's claws curled a little, gaze averting to look at the pile of bowls that was causing this entire mess. She'd probably have to hide them to avoid confrontation. Which was fine. She could manage that. She would do whatever it took to secure such a prize for her children. "I'll tell them off, alright. Not even a little bit of smacking?" The wyvern then asked, a whine sounded to her words. Yet the noise was cut off when the comment of this not being a warground registered. Her weight leaned back, a small smirk on her face. Aslisk had never partaken in a war. It had been her way of life for such a long time that she merely could not help the mentality that being aggressive was permanent. Aslisk outright laughed over the next human saying being thrown at her. She curled in on herself, almost crying from the laughter. "That's a rich comment," Aslisk said when she finally composed herself. "Hm. Let's see. I ripped off my creator's foot. Or, I lusluing tried to before lusluing Wiktil tranquilized me," Aslisk began, tone for a moment growing just as sour as it had been when she had first begun speaking about her bowl hoarding, "I tore my guard in half. Serves him right. I dragged one of my feeders into the incinerator with me. There was another that I tore his wings clean off. Another one I ripped his eyes from his skull. I don't think I ever bit someone's hand off before. I'll add that to my to-do list," the wyvern ended, tone cheeky and sly. Human sayings were not the best word choices for Aslisk to use, or to hear. She hated humans, and her saying the one human saying left a sour taste to her tongue.
"Don't know what normal is, unless we're gonna count cages and enclosures," Aslisk muttered. She did not think anyone she knew from her home had a normal child hood. She was an experiment. Ichigo had no parents. Her children were zombies. The pacifist was.. well, he was the pacifist. Aslisk huffed, rolling her eyes. "I said I associate it more with a town than a family. I didn't say 'you're wrong go lusluing jump in a hasking ditch and rot 'til Nitis claims you.'" The wyvern continued, waving one of her wings. Her tone, lighter, less anger filled, still curled around her sharp words. They, too, seemed somewhat more rounded and less aggressive. Aslisk couldn't always be angry, after all. It was after initial bursts of anger and surges of fury did she somewhat calm and stop defending her own ways while patronizing constantly. Aslisk raised a wing to rub her face. Being infuriated was exhausting, and fetching all these bowls had been a tiresome feat of it's own. Her anger had to give way to exhaustion, and her tone lightened and words grew less hostile as a result. "Are we done here? Can I start organizing these for my kids, or do you have more you wanna hask on me for?" It was not an angered statement, moreso one that seemed to genuinely inquire if there was any more to cover regarding Aslisk's bowl stealing feat.
Aslisk's claws curled a little, gaze averting to look at the pile of bowls that was causing this entire mess. She'd probably have to hide them to avoid confrontation. Which was fine. She could manage that. She would do whatever it took to secure such a prize for her children. "I'll tell them off, alright. Not even a little bit of smacking?" The wyvern then asked, a whine sounded to her words. Yet the noise was cut off when the comment of this not being a warground registered. Her weight leaned back, a small smirk on her face. Aslisk had never partaken in a war. It had been her way of life for such a long time that she merely could not help the mentality that being aggressive was permanent. Aslisk outright laughed over the next human saying being thrown at her. She curled in on herself, almost crying from the laughter. "That's a rich comment," Aslisk said when she finally composed herself. "Hm. Let's see. I ripped off my creator's foot. Or, I lusluing tried to before lusluing Wiktil tranquilized me," Aslisk began, tone for a moment growing just as sour as it had been when she had first begun speaking about her bowl hoarding, "I tore my guard in half. Serves him right. I dragged one of my feeders into the incinerator with me. There was another that I tore his wings clean off. Another one I ripped his eyes from his skull. I don't think I ever bit someone's hand off before. I'll add that to my to-do list," the wyvern ended, tone cheeky and sly. Human sayings were not the best word choices for Aslisk to use, or to hear. She hated humans, and her saying the one human saying left a sour taste to her tongue.
"Don't know what normal is, unless we're gonna count cages and enclosures," Aslisk muttered. She did not think anyone she knew from her home had a normal child hood. She was an experiment. Ichigo had no parents. Her children were zombies. The pacifist was.. well, he was the pacifist. Aslisk huffed, rolling her eyes. "I said I associate it more with a town than a family. I didn't say 'you're wrong go lusluing jump in a hasking ditch and rot 'til Nitis claims you.'" The wyvern continued, waving one of her wings. Her tone, lighter, less anger filled, still curled around her sharp words. They, too, seemed somewhat more rounded and less aggressive. Aslisk couldn't always be angry, after all. It was after initial bursts of anger and surges of fury did she somewhat calm and stop defending her own ways while patronizing constantly. Aslisk raised a wing to rub her face. Being infuriated was exhausting, and fetching all these bowls had been a tiresome feat of it's own. Her anger had to give way to exhaustion, and her tone lightened and words grew less hostile as a result. "Are we done here? Can I start organizing these for my kids, or do you have more you wanna hask on me for?" It was not an angered statement, moreso one that seemed to genuinely inquire if there was any more to cover regarding Aslisk's bowl stealing feat.
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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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