12-06-2019, 11:04 AM
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - sentinel - hot shot
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE 'CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
Naturally, a scaled creature usually would have a severe distaste for the cold. Reptiles were exothermal. They required a warm environment in order to keep their metabolic processes running. Without warmth from their environment, they would die. They could not produce their own heat. Whether it be by retreating underground, or changing location, or hibernating, it would be rare to see a scaled creature out and about when there was a blanket of snow. Not Aslisk. The wyvern had fire coursing through her veins - both from anger, and from the actual fire that flickered from parts of her body. Her tail was burning up snow and churning it to water as she strode about whenever she was awake. Her horns deterred snow from settling on top of her head. Yes, Aslisk was a little chilly. She was used to having a jacket and a fluffy tail and hair covering her head. She was getting used to her scaly body, but it didn't make dealing with the cold any easier. The wyvern truly wanted to see if she could cloak her entire body in dense flames in order to keep herself at a nice temperature where sleep wasn't fitful and her teeth weren't constantly chattering, or where this sudden urge to sleep for months and months on end would go away. Alas, she could not. The fire remained stuck to her wings and tail spikes and her horns. She'd have to remedy that sometime, but now was not that time.
"A snowman," the wyvern said. For a moment her tone was absolutely neutral. It was odd, a tone coming from the wyvern that was not spitting and seething and surging full of fury and animosity towards whatever subject was at hand. Steam curled from her tail where it rested on the ground behind her. A small wiggle of her webbed ears made her expression somewhat thoughtful. Where she lived, there had never been any snow. Not where she had been made, despite the torrential downpours that often covered the planet. Not where she had lived with her wife and kids, either. There it was practically entirely summertime. Or spring. Really it depended on what time of the eternal day she decided to get out and about. Her kids would probably love this activity, Aslisk noted. Or Ichigo would, if the cold didn't stir her hybrid disease and send her sniffling and wheezing and coughing. "Hm." A soft hum sounded from the wyvern, her burning gaze turning to look at the example of a snowman that Redvox had built. "I guess I can make one. I can't guarentee how much snow will be left, though," Aslisk said. Her head turned, gesturing to her burning tail, burning horns, lack of arms, and how her wings were smoking and crackling as well. Little control did Aslisk have over her flaming abilities. Her claws scraped at the snow, exhibiting how she was unsure about how to progress with the actual constructing of the snowman. She was trying, nonetheless, and not screeching and snarling as Aslisk often did whenever she opened her mouth to speak. It was hard, using her talons to form a ball of snow when she also needed those talons to remain standing. The wyvern was determined, though, and it was set firmly in her narrowed eyes.
"A snowman," the wyvern said. For a moment her tone was absolutely neutral. It was odd, a tone coming from the wyvern that was not spitting and seething and surging full of fury and animosity towards whatever subject was at hand. Steam curled from her tail where it rested on the ground behind her. A small wiggle of her webbed ears made her expression somewhat thoughtful. Where she lived, there had never been any snow. Not where she had been made, despite the torrential downpours that often covered the planet. Not where she had lived with her wife and kids, either. There it was practically entirely summertime. Or spring. Really it depended on what time of the eternal day she decided to get out and about. Her kids would probably love this activity, Aslisk noted. Or Ichigo would, if the cold didn't stir her hybrid disease and send her sniffling and wheezing and coughing. "Hm." A soft hum sounded from the wyvern, her burning gaze turning to look at the example of a snowman that Redvox had built. "I guess I can make one. I can't guarentee how much snow will be left, though," Aslisk said. Her head turned, gesturing to her burning tail, burning horns, lack of arms, and how her wings were smoking and crackling as well. Little control did Aslisk have over her flaming abilities. Her claws scraped at the snow, exhibiting how she was unsure about how to progress with the actual constructing of the snowman. She was trying, nonetheless, and not screeching and snarling as Aslisk often did whenever she opened her mouth to speak. It was hard, using her talons to form a ball of snow when she also needed those talons to remain standing. The wyvern was determined, though, and it was set firmly in her narrowed eyes.
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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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