11-26-2019, 12:04 PM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
"T-try 'n s-s-stop me," Aslisk hissed. Her words were stuttery, forcing the words to curl out past her teeth. It was exhausting to remain awake, but the wyvern was stubborn. She would not give in to the exhaustion, just like she was not giving into the silly idea of this not causing her to become fireproof. She spasmed and struggled for a brief moment, hissing, trying to kick at Redvox. She didn't need to be carried anywhere! She was not weak! She was not pathetic! She was perfectly fine! Feeling her burned scales brush another, though, hurt. The wyvern shuddered, sputtering, stiffening before going limp again. Of course Aslisk was fighting aid. She was a self preserving wyvern! She didn't need anyone's help and certainly not from someone who did not believe in her methods of fireproofing. Her red eyes slipped shut, a pained noise sounding. This was stupid! She could teleport, she didn't need to be carried anywhere. "Y-y-youuu cn't make mmme do hask-k!" Aslisk weakly snapped. Her tone had for a moment grown strong, but now it was back to a state of complete and utter exhaustion and pain. She huffed again, then hissing at the pain that came from breathing.
Being moved made the wyvern again thrash. Her spiky tail swung, trying to bat at the Harbringer that was hauling her up to her room. Aslisk didn't have lots of force behind the movement and, in truth, it just felt like the scrape of a blunt tree branch. The wyvern heaved, sputtering, the noise then turning into a hiss. She hissed a lot; baring her teeth while a faint noise rumbled through her. A sharp and threatening noise that, now, was just being used to suck in air. It hurt, and her teeth were gritted together as if it would help her brace the pain. Being doted on was, of course, the source of her problem. She did not want this kind of attention. It was near the opposite of what the wyvern aspired for the attention drawn to herself to be. Aslisk wanted to be seen as vicious, threatening, a person not to be trifled with. Not an idiot who didn't know what she was doing. She knew what she was doing! She was perfectly capable! Aslisk thankfully did not slip off the other's back, but once or twice had indeed given a sharp shriek of alarm when the movement pushed past her barely developed fire pain tolerance. "I ssssaid it's f'r lusluing kustioka, y-you hask," Aslisk repeated, as if it would elaborate on her words in any form by repetition alone.
Aslisk had organized her room a little, even if there was still more clutter. The pile of bowls was there; of course Aslisk hadn't handed over any of them when they were demanded back. Sure, she'd given one back to some youth, but had told herself that it was a one time thing and the rest were for her own children alone. Some of the plants in her room had been awkwardly stuffed into some of the bowls, as if they would function as potted plants. Feathers from birds she had killed were in another random pile, and some random string she'd found suggested that she was trying to do something with the dead bird parts other than just hoard them. There wasn't a bed. Aslisk hadn't gotten herself a bed yet, but had instead spent time planting plants in bowls and gathering bird feathers. The injured wyvern almost looked smug, then opening her maw to painfully mutter, "n-no bedress' for me." The slightest drowsy effect of the poppy seeds was kicking in, and her struggles and comments had grown sparse and near nonexistent. Aslisk wheezed, albeit seeming a little more complacent now that she wasn't outside where absolutely everyone could see her scorched, burnt, and injured form. Her eyes blinked open for a few seconds, Aslisk then coughing. What was that word the other had used? She'd have to figure out it's meaning. "D-dumbyaiss," she then grumbled, pronunciation off and her tone weakening once more.
Being moved made the wyvern again thrash. Her spiky tail swung, trying to bat at the Harbringer that was hauling her up to her room. Aslisk didn't have lots of force behind the movement and, in truth, it just felt like the scrape of a blunt tree branch. The wyvern heaved, sputtering, the noise then turning into a hiss. She hissed a lot; baring her teeth while a faint noise rumbled through her. A sharp and threatening noise that, now, was just being used to suck in air. It hurt, and her teeth were gritted together as if it would help her brace the pain. Being doted on was, of course, the source of her problem. She did not want this kind of attention. It was near the opposite of what the wyvern aspired for the attention drawn to herself to be. Aslisk wanted to be seen as vicious, threatening, a person not to be trifled with. Not an idiot who didn't know what she was doing. She knew what she was doing! She was perfectly capable! Aslisk thankfully did not slip off the other's back, but once or twice had indeed given a sharp shriek of alarm when the movement pushed past her barely developed fire pain tolerance. "I ssssaid it's f'r lusluing kustioka, y-you hask," Aslisk repeated, as if it would elaborate on her words in any form by repetition alone.
Aslisk had organized her room a little, even if there was still more clutter. The pile of bowls was there; of course Aslisk hadn't handed over any of them when they were demanded back. Sure, she'd given one back to some youth, but had told herself that it was a one time thing and the rest were for her own children alone. Some of the plants in her room had been awkwardly stuffed into some of the bowls, as if they would function as potted plants. Feathers from birds she had killed were in another random pile, and some random string she'd found suggested that she was trying to do something with the dead bird parts other than just hoard them. There wasn't a bed. Aslisk hadn't gotten herself a bed yet, but had instead spent time planting plants in bowls and gathering bird feathers. The injured wyvern almost looked smug, then opening her maw to painfully mutter, "n-no bedress' for me." The slightest drowsy effect of the poppy seeds was kicking in, and her struggles and comments had grown sparse and near nonexistent. Aslisk wheezed, albeit seeming a little more complacent now that she wasn't outside where absolutely everyone could see her scorched, burnt, and injured form. Her eyes blinked open for a few seconds, Aslisk then coughing. What was that word the other had used? She'd have to figure out it's meaning. "D-dumbyaiss," she then grumbled, pronunciation off and her tone weakening once more.
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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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