knock 'em back - o, practice

[fulzanin]

I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME

ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot

After being so darn cold for so long, the warmth that had come from the burst of flames had felt nice. It was dwindling, sadly, the cold air reclaiming the burning dummy and the fire that she had expelled now cooling from it's effects on her scales. It had felt nice while it had lasted. She had absolutely terminated her wooden opponent, and had gotten warmth in the process. Now her scales were cooling again, and her triumphant grin began to fade. She could make more and continue her practice. After all, Aslisk wanted to be able to cloak her entire body in flames. The wyvern would be incredibly warm if she could achieve that feat. No more near frostbite for her. It was a wonderful thought. No more cold, there would only be fire. Fire that could not harm her, fire that she could control. Aslisk could not control the flames yet. They continued to burn on her horns and tail and wings without any form of consent. It felt nice to have a little bit of warmth but it was incredibly annoying for the edge of where the heat of the flames reached. The edge of where her body was freezing cold, and where the edges were warm. If she could just get her entire body on fire then she'd finally be warm. That was a great motivation, to ease the frigid cold that made her breath visible in the air. It was an interesting sight, one that briefly ensnared the wyvern's attention. It was not possible back home. It was far too warm there for a chill in the air to create such a abnormality. Briefly Aslisk reached up with a wing to swat at the small cloud, before hearing speech and swiftly stopped such mannerism.

Her attention slowly shifted to Redvox, her pupils briefly slitting. It was an internal debate, her face scrunching up. Whether to blow up at him for watching or to remark about how she had taken such great initiative to learn how to control her fires so he could stop being so stupidly afraid. Aslisk couldn't decide on which route to take. Thankfully, the Harbringer spoke, and that allowed for her to reciprocate with ease. "The dummy was created to die and therefore I have simply helped fulfill it's purpose." Her response was sharp, and of course had the ever present undertones of her own mentalities present. Some things existed onto to be killed. She existed on the other side of the spectrum, she existed to kill. It had been the entire reason for her creation, to kill without remorse or mercy. Aslisk deviated, yes, but it remained heavily ingrained into her mind. The wyvern could do more than kill, the world was based off of more than the lives you had ended. It ran deep. It would not remove itself from her mind, from her morals, from her words. That was how she had been raised. It tied to the worship for her god of death, not that she ever could be seen actively worshipping her odd religion. Only briefly did she mention her god, and never did Aslisk elaborate further on the concept of what, exactly, she worshipped. "I also can't eat sandwiches. The bread gets stuck in my teeth and mouth. Not to mention I thought sandwiches were for more herbivorous species," Aslisk muttered. Her gaze returned to the burning dummy, her flaming tail curling up closer to her talons.

One of her webbed ears flicked, deciding to put a little more thought into her next answer to the Harbringer's actual question. Aslisk could somewhat tell that he had cut off his words, wanting to say something in addition but having not put those words forward. The wyvern could only be curious about what he had cut off, unable to gather what it could be from the words spoken aloud alone. "Somewhat. It's too hasking cold out here. I'm trying to figure out how I can light myself on fire on command. I know it's possible. I'm sick of being hasking cold and the lusluing weather can hask off!" She kicked at a mound of snow with a talon, sending the snow flinging off towards the smoldering dummy. It only further extinguished the near dead flames. Huffing sharply, the wyvern managed to recompose herself. "Of course, if I can light myself on fire on command I can get rid of them when I want, too. I'd like to not hasking burn things on accident. At the same time, it is a pretty nice alibi if some idiot, I don't know, accidentally got burned." Aslisk cheekily smiled at the Harbringer. She was joking, of course, it was evident by the devious glint in her eyes. The wyvern even had chuckled at her joke, turning her red gaze off to the side. "So far I haven't made any progress with putting out these fires. Maybe if I burn enough of these sad, pathetic dummies, they'll extinguish themselves. Who knows. I might wind up stuck entirely on fire. Doesn't that sound fun, Redvox?" Another snicker, her bunching up some snow and then swinging her blazing tail through such to melt the pile into a sad slushy mess.

TAGS 11/19/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Aslisk | asli, alisk
✧ physically easy, mentally medium | March 7
✧ cisgender | she/her
✧ halls of hiraeth | regent | hot shot

APPEARANCE.
✧ wyvern (ref.) | health: 32% | piyan_baby rock demon wyvern
— a short purple wyvern with a plethora of spikes covering her lanky tail. Her horns are a light pink and spikes a deep green, and her eyes are a blazing red. This wyvern’s wings are grey. She possesses blue feet which sharply turn into the purple of the rest of her body. A long, vibrant and yellow tongue allows for her to fish. Her tail ends in a two-parted segment, acting as a pseudo hand. Her upper teeth are longer and sharper, where her lower teeth are shorter and sturdier.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision.
— covered in severe burn wounds

✧ sinotyrannus (ref.) | health: 100% | alternate body
— a 3 meter tall sinotyrannus kazuensis covered in a thick pelt of purple fur. Darker purple spots dot her pelt much like the spots of a cheetah. Her face is scaled and a lighter and paler purple in color, with her yellow scar cutting across her snout. She has long, pink horns sticking out from her head and curling back towards her face. Sharp teeth line her gums, longer in the front and firmer in the back. Her arms are stocky and have dark purple feathers lining the back, with each hand having three fingers. Her feet are blue, ending in green talons on each of her three toes. A fourth dewclaw hangs from the inside of her legs. A long tail is covered in spikes and ends in a seemingly harmless tuft of feathers, which is actually an incredibly dense smacking club.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision
— incredibly great night vision

PERSONALITY.
✧ determined, outgoing, strong willed
✧ self-preserving, sly, devious
✧ temperamental, hissy, irritable

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ asulkio x unla | crafted from an infertile egg
✧ nul
✧ demiromantic bisexual | taken/not looking | asligo

INTERACTIONS.
✧ wyvern: physically easy | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
sinotyrannus: physically hard | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
✧ will start/end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ trained to kill swiftly, not to fight
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #9c6dc7 | mention [member=8864]Aslisk[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ Aslisk comes from a self made original concept, redrafted here for the purpose of character development!