11-23-2019, 03:34 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 wyvern was, mostly, a still sleeper. Spare the rise and fall of her chest she stiffly dozed. Her body was equally rigid due to the burn wounds that covered her body. Even when asleep, she did not want to risk the wounds being irritated and growing worse. The flames that came from the spikes of her tail flickered, faint, but they certainly were not going away. If anything, they almost seemed to be growing slowly stronger and brighter and hotter. A mutter sounded from the wyvern as her name stirred her from her slumber. For a moment, the wyvern hoped that she was back home. The light was from the planet of eternal daylight, and it was Ichigo who was pestering her to wake up. Was that wrong? To wish that she was home where her wife and children were? The place where she felt safe, secure, and like she mostly belonged? It was such a comfortable place, even if the light constantly blinded her. Ichigo's home was a pain, but if the wife was happy then so was she.
Aslisk sharply huffed as the pestering continued. She was not a heavy sleeper. She did not dare to sleep deeply when something could go wrong on a moment's notice. Yes, it meant that rest did not help her much. It was fine. She could deal with being tired - if anything, it gave her hissy attitude more merit. "Holtukar los pikitityu," Aslisk grumbled. Her mind was not focused on the correct language to be using. Such made sense, her tongue reverting to the one that she knew the best. Drowsily the wyvern raised her head. She moved her wings to hoist her body up. As colder air moved across the webbing of her wings, crackles of flames began appearing on the edge of the webbing. More fire, burning and flickering like cracks against her already burnt skin. It was not hurting her any, but the wyvern certainly was not controlling such if she was too freshly awake to even control what language she was speaking in. Her head tipped upwards, taking note of how the sun was in the sky. So she'd overslept.
The wyvern had turned to begin snapping at the one who had awoken her, but then froze up when she saw the flames that flickered and burned from their source of her spikes. "What," she had begun to say, startled. Her words were cut off by the surge of panic that came forth. She didn't want to experience more burn wounds - this wasn't how becoming fireproof worked! In her panic she slammed her tail against the ground as if it would help her put out the flames. Her wings raised, they crackled and began burning harder with more oxygen being able to be added to the flames. When her spikes made contact with the ground, they fizzled and made small flames ignite. They died out swiftly, not able to spread - of course, that was with how fresh the flames were. They still burnt the grass, curling it, discoloring it. The dryness of the ground, had it not been chilly out, would have likely became swift fodder for the flames. "Nitis hasking piece of luslu [abbr=why am - I - on burning]kititru naiy yikyiktak?!" Aslisk shrieked. Startled she continued thwacking her tail against the ground, scorching it. There were embers due to the constant reapplication of heat, of flames to the ground. "Why in the name of lusluing Nitis did you light me on fire you hask?!" That was her only explanation for why she was flaming, why she was on fire when she certainly had not been so when she had fallen asleep.
She began to pin the blame, frightened, until she realized that the flames weren't hurting her any. She stopped her sporadic movements, tail lifted, watching the flames flicker from her spikes. The warmth was uncomfortable to her burn wounds. Aslisk decided she could handle such a pale pain. Her grin turned cheeky, red gaze leaving her flaming tail to instead look at the Harbringer that had seemed spooked and terrified of her flaming body. "I told you I was fireproof and that lighting myself on fire would work. Entirely intentional," Aslisk breezily said. Her bewildered and panicked demeanor prior said otherwise. Swiftly the wyvern tried to cover up her lapse of a cool, collected, and fury fueled mannerisms. Her story changed quickly, from pinning the blame of fire on Redvox to be of her own doing. Her tail turned, curling, watching the flames grow more intense as the limb moved and accessed more oxygen to burn. The flames that came from her wings were the freshest, and weakest, but still added to the intensity of the heat that came from the burning wyvern.
Aslisk sharply huffed as the pestering continued. She was not a heavy sleeper. She did not dare to sleep deeply when something could go wrong on a moment's notice. Yes, it meant that rest did not help her much. It was fine. She could deal with being tired - if anything, it gave her hissy attitude more merit. "Holtukar los pikitityu," Aslisk grumbled. Her mind was not focused on the correct language to be using. Such made sense, her tongue reverting to the one that she knew the best. Drowsily the wyvern raised her head. She moved her wings to hoist her body up. As colder air moved across the webbing of her wings, crackles of flames began appearing on the edge of the webbing. More fire, burning and flickering like cracks against her already burnt skin. It was not hurting her any, but the wyvern certainly was not controlling such if she was too freshly awake to even control what language she was speaking in. Her head tipped upwards, taking note of how the sun was in the sky. So she'd overslept.
The wyvern had turned to begin snapping at the one who had awoken her, but then froze up when she saw the flames that flickered and burned from their source of her spikes. "What," she had begun to say, startled. Her words were cut off by the surge of panic that came forth. She didn't want to experience more burn wounds - this wasn't how becoming fireproof worked! In her panic she slammed her tail against the ground as if it would help her put out the flames. Her wings raised, they crackled and began burning harder with more oxygen being able to be added to the flames. When her spikes made contact with the ground, they fizzled and made small flames ignite. They died out swiftly, not able to spread - of course, that was with how fresh the flames were. They still burnt the grass, curling it, discoloring it. The dryness of the ground, had it not been chilly out, would have likely became swift fodder for the flames. "Nitis hasking piece of luslu [abbr=why am - I - on burning]kititru naiy yikyiktak?!" Aslisk shrieked. Startled she continued thwacking her tail against the ground, scorching it. There were embers due to the constant reapplication of heat, of flames to the ground. "Why in the name of lusluing Nitis did you light me on fire you hask?!" That was her only explanation for why she was flaming, why she was on fire when she certainly had not been so when she had fallen asleep.
She began to pin the blame, frightened, until she realized that the flames weren't hurting her any. She stopped her sporadic movements, tail lifted, watching the flames flicker from her spikes. The warmth was uncomfortable to her burn wounds. Aslisk decided she could handle such a pale pain. Her grin turned cheeky, red gaze leaving her flaming tail to instead look at the Harbringer that had seemed spooked and terrified of her flaming body. "I told you I was fireproof and that lighting myself on fire would work. Entirely intentional," Aslisk breezily said. Her bewildered and panicked demeanor prior said otherwise. Swiftly the wyvern tried to cover up her lapse of a cool, collected, and fury fueled mannerisms. Her story changed quickly, from pinning the blame of fire on Redvox to be of her own doing. Her tail turned, curling, watching the flames grow more intense as the limb moved and accessed more oxygen to burn. The flames that came from her wings were the freshest, and weakest, but still added to the intensity of the heat that came from the burning wyvern.
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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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