11-22-2019, 11:37 AM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Being carried made the wyvern feel weak. Being carried made her feel absolutely useless. It would have usually brought her a searing anger. It would have made her scream and thrash and fight hard against whatever was holding her and helping her. Aslisk often refused aid until it was to the point where every other option had been exhausted almost thrice over. She liked to think of herself as self efficient. She liked to think she worked hard, and had sustained herself well over her entire life with absolutely no or little aid. Occasionally the wyvern spasmed, a result of her fried nerves that were firing at random. Aslisk twitched, coughing, wincing at the feeling of her burnt scales scraping against the Harbringer that was carrying her back for aid. It was immense pain, and not even her stubbornness could fight against it in full. She groaned when she heard the sudden bout of shouting. It hurt her fried, webbed ears. She didn't dare move them, not wanting to risk hurting herself further or causing more pain.
Aslisk forced one of her red eyes open to hear the words of the one that Redvox had called over. Her eyes usual and familiar angered glow was dimmed, tarnished by the pain that surged through her burnt scales. The burns discolored her scales yellow, the same color as the vibrant scar across her face. The wound that had been there since her joining had not grown worse due to the burn attempt - most of her face was fine as well, spare her ears which were thoroughly burnt as well. Her horns and spikes had escaped unscathed, due to being keratin and therefore far more able to resist being burnt. Her body thrashed at the contact of medical aid. Her talons raised, flailing blindly in a pain fueled motion. Just as Aslisk had when she had been carried, the wyvern was swift to lose the energy needed to fight against being given aid. Her gaze moved to look at the seeds that were being administered to her. "I can't e' plan's," she huffed, barely able to manage an attempt to glare at the small sees of question. But when another surge of pain shot through her, she decided that she might as well try. The wyvern lapped up the seeds, momentarily flinching from the taste - and then again from the texture of munching on a plant rather a piece of flesh. "'sss wor'd before, c'n do again," the wyvern then softly hissed, regarding how she had relied on her past experience to tell her about how she could go about fireproofing herself. Aslisk's head fell limp again after, eyes sliding shut from the exhaustion of the wounds.
Aslisk wasn't even sure what those seeds would do to her. Would they even help her due to her carnivorous diet? The burnt wyvern coughed again, wheezing, and gritting her teeth to block out a sharp shriek. When she had been fireproofed the first time, she had been a different creature then. The moment darkness had graced her skin, she had healed swiftly and never had to deal with the burn wounds for long. It was not expected. She could imagine it well, her mother scoffing at her. She would have to become fireproof to spite her creator. Aslisk again flinched - she had not thought of the other as her mother in quite some time. Fury surged forward, making her twitch and shudder. If Aslisk did not have the energy to move, she certainly barely had some to feel anger. It dissipated quickly, huffing and breathing hard. "Bedress' is f' lussluing kustioka," The wyvern weakly hissed. More strange words from her strange language, probably growing too disoriented to flick her mind back and forth between the two and register which one she wanted to be speaking in at the time. The sheer amount of pain that was present assured such to her, and she was hating the pain more and more with every passing second.
Aslisk forced one of her red eyes open to hear the words of the one that Redvox had called over. Her eyes usual and familiar angered glow was dimmed, tarnished by the pain that surged through her burnt scales. The burns discolored her scales yellow, the same color as the vibrant scar across her face. The wound that had been there since her joining had not grown worse due to the burn attempt - most of her face was fine as well, spare her ears which were thoroughly burnt as well. Her horns and spikes had escaped unscathed, due to being keratin and therefore far more able to resist being burnt. Her body thrashed at the contact of medical aid. Her talons raised, flailing blindly in a pain fueled motion. Just as Aslisk had when she had been carried, the wyvern was swift to lose the energy needed to fight against being given aid. Her gaze moved to look at the seeds that were being administered to her. "I can't e' plan's," she huffed, barely able to manage an attempt to glare at the small sees of question. But when another surge of pain shot through her, she decided that she might as well try. The wyvern lapped up the seeds, momentarily flinching from the taste - and then again from the texture of munching on a plant rather a piece of flesh. "'sss wor'd before, c'n do again," the wyvern then softly hissed, regarding how she had relied on her past experience to tell her about how she could go about fireproofing herself. Aslisk's head fell limp again after, eyes sliding shut from the exhaustion of the wounds.
Aslisk wasn't even sure what those seeds would do to her. Would they even help her due to her carnivorous diet? The burnt wyvern coughed again, wheezing, and gritting her teeth to block out a sharp shriek. When she had been fireproofed the first time, she had been a different creature then. The moment darkness had graced her skin, she had healed swiftly and never had to deal with the burn wounds for long. It was not expected. She could imagine it well, her mother scoffing at her. She would have to become fireproof to spite her creator. Aslisk again flinched - she had not thought of the other as her mother in quite some time. Fury surged forward, making her twitch and shudder. If Aslisk did not have the energy to move, she certainly barely had some to feel anger. It dissipated quickly, huffing and breathing hard. "Bedress' is f' lussluing kustioka," The wyvern weakly hissed. More strange words from her strange language, probably growing too disoriented to flick her mind back and forth between the two and register which one she wanted to be speaking in at the time. The sheer amount of pain that was present assured such to her, and she was hating the pain more and more with every passing second.
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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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