11-23-2019, 02:31 PM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
The way of belief that Aslisk was used to did not account for the afterlife. To her knowledge, she could not die. Permanently, at least. Did that mean her very existence spited the god that she was supposed to worship? Every time that she died, she would come right back. She would be reformed again where she had been created, and if she teleported out fast enough, nobody knew. It didn't matter. Everyone was dead, anyways, and the few that remained were decent enough. They did not treat her like an experiment. They didn't really care what she did as long as she wasn't ruining something. Not that Aslisk liked staying anywhere near where she was created. Bad memories, even if it was where her only installation of religion came from. The religion that led to her own creation, to be a tool used for the massive slaughter of whatever came her way. They'd almost succeeded. Too bad Aslisk was stubborn.
"Pyantheon," the wyvern echoed after a few seconds of pause. Her tongue continued to slip and struggle with the long and twisted word. Her ears twitched, hearing how her own pronunciation was still off from the Harbringer's. Aslisk huffed, turning the name over a few more times as she listened to the other's explanation. Polytheism was not foreign to her. She, herself, was polytheistic. She worshiped her god of death mostly (which was not very much in the first place), and then Ichigo's belief of the goddess of life, Shuisi. "Does that make those four.. less powerful, or are they all equal to each other?" Aslisk inquired. She settled and sat down, her injuries not truly wanting her to be standing for a moment longer. Tired and exhausted. Just as she had been stubborn in her childhood, she was equally stubborn in the present. Aslisk was a determined person, a determined beast who refused to let the wounds of her burning stop her. Her red gaze centered on the small shrines, a sharp exhale sounding when she felt the brief relief of not having to rest her weight between both her feet and her wings. For a moment Aslisk glanced over at Roman, uncertain as to why he seemed uncomfortable. She could not immediately grasp it, and her red gaze flickered back to the Gat whom was teaching the lesson.
"Pyantheon," the wyvern echoed after a few seconds of pause. Her tongue continued to slip and struggle with the long and twisted word. Her ears twitched, hearing how her own pronunciation was still off from the Harbringer's. Aslisk huffed, turning the name over a few more times as she listened to the other's explanation. Polytheism was not foreign to her. She, herself, was polytheistic. She worshiped her god of death mostly (which was not very much in the first place), and then Ichigo's belief of the goddess of life, Shuisi. "Does that make those four.. less powerful, or are they all equal to each other?" Aslisk inquired. She settled and sat down, her injuries not truly wanting her to be standing for a moment longer. Tired and exhausted. Just as she had been stubborn in her childhood, she was equally stubborn in the present. Aslisk was a determined person, a determined beast who refused to let the wounds of her burning stop her. Her red gaze centered on the small shrines, a sharp exhale sounding when she felt the brief relief of not having to rest her weight between both her feet and her wings. For a moment Aslisk glanced over at Roman, uncertain as to why he seemed uncomfortable. She could not immediately grasp it, and her red gaze flickered back to the Gat whom was teaching the lesson.
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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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