12-02-2019, 11:39 AM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Hunting was something Aslisk deemed herself good at. Almost as good at hunting as she was at the task of murder. They were somewhat one and the same. Both involved ending the life of someone; hunting was just the more acceptable version of the task. The wyvern was used to hunting in a different body. The body that she had been created in, the one designed for the express purpose of killing, was very efficient for that task. She had three sharp teeth for tearing into veins, talons to grip down, horns to impale, and spikes to poison. This body, the body of a wyvern, was still deadly spare not being in the same ways. She still had horns, still had sharp teeth, still had talons, but her spikes were no longer poisonous. How degrading. She hated it, hated the fact that the spikes could not even detach from her tail and be used as projectiles. It irritated Aslisk severely, and irritation crafted a sour mood to the vicious carnivore.
"A big meal, you said? Bigger than lusluing squirrels and rabbits?" There was a devious tone of delight in the wyvern's voice as she approached. Her horns were glowing from the heat that her ability to produce flames was creating. There was still the inability to control said ability. The fire that came from the spikes of her tail failed to yield, and the same was true for her horns. The flames that crackled from her wings were the weakest of the flames, but even they grew a little too hot for comfort when she was moving around and oxygen was added to the flames. A grin was present on Aslisk's scarred and burnt face. "I will happily go out and find bigger food than what everyone around here usually brings in." Despite her severely injured state, Aslisk seemed entirely convinced that she was fit to hunt something fierce. Her red eyes gleamed with a sense of determination, a sense of near spite as well. Her weight shifted, talons curling into the dirt as if she imagined such was the flesh of soon to be caught prey. The wyvern did not comment about Redvox admitting to be surpar at hunting. Instead she seemed far too eager to sink her teeth into something, and her flaming tail quivered behind her in a way that conveyed her excitement.
"A big meal, you said? Bigger than lusluing squirrels and rabbits?" There was a devious tone of delight in the wyvern's voice as she approached. Her horns were glowing from the heat that her ability to produce flames was creating. There was still the inability to control said ability. The fire that came from the spikes of her tail failed to yield, and the same was true for her horns. The flames that crackled from her wings were the weakest of the flames, but even they grew a little too hot for comfort when she was moving around and oxygen was added to the flames. A grin was present on Aslisk's scarred and burnt face. "I will happily go out and find bigger food than what everyone around here usually brings in." Despite her severely injured state, Aslisk seemed entirely convinced that she was fit to hunt something fierce. Her red eyes gleamed with a sense of determination, a sense of near spite as well. Her weight shifted, talons curling into the dirt as if she imagined such was the flesh of soon to be caught prey. The wyvern did not comment about Redvox admitting to be surpar at hunting. Instead she seemed far too eager to sink her teeth into something, and her flaming tail quivered behind her in a way that conveyed her excitement.
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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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