01-02-2020, 01:59 AM
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot
Her red gaze glared down at NPC's that looked as if they thought they had a choice on whether or not they should attend. She'd made her point about them attending. Aslisk's sharp gaze etched their faces into her memory - she'd track them down later and make them realize what a horrific error that had been. Slowly her gaze moved away from tentative persons and instead to the Harbringer. Her claws flexed in an absent manner, and a soft hum parted her jaws. Spar with the leader? It was such a deep desire now that it had come to mind. Fighting was how respect was earned no matter where she had lived - prior to here, of course. You fought to earn your place, and that was how it was, and there was no room for debate. It was lighter than 'your respect is only considered by how many lives you've claimed' but was violent, nonetheless. "Hm. Sure." The sinotyrannus shrugged, and stepped a few paces away. Small, tiny flames rippled where her feathers and fur brushed together - Aslisk still had yet to get those powers under control. They were lessened in their devastation now that they weren't sputtering from several different limbs all at the same time, but dangerous nonetheless.
Her horned head turned to Marlon, pupils slitting down in size to the size of a turned paper. Slowly her tail swung behind her, brushing away snow and frost. Having a heavy and plush coat of fluff kept her warm, which was certainly nice. "Well, I would have thought more people would have shown up. Guess I've got to hunt them down later and give them as equally a personal lesson. How about whoever wins this spar gets to be your sparring buddy? Sounds fair?" The purple beast's head tilted to the side, nearing a genuine question - as if for once she was actually managing to care about something that wasn't her nonsense of the norm. Slowly Aslisk's attention returned to Redvox, and her sharp teeth parted. "You may start, if you would like." She said. Her legs slightly bend, her talons digging into the ground behind her. A threatening snap of the dense end of her tail in the dirt behind her followed, and a grin of sheer delight sprung onto her face.
Her horned head turned to Marlon, pupils slitting down in size to the size of a turned paper. Slowly her tail swung behind her, brushing away snow and frost. Having a heavy and plush coat of fluff kept her warm, which was certainly nice. "Well, I would have thought more people would have shown up. Guess I've got to hunt them down later and give them as equally a personal lesson. How about whoever wins this spar gets to be your sparring buddy? Sounds fair?" The purple beast's head tilted to the side, nearing a genuine question - as if for once she was actually managing to care about something that wasn't her nonsense of the norm. Slowly Aslisk's attention returned to Redvox, and her sharp teeth parted. "You may start, if you would like." She said. Her legs slightly bend, her talons digging into the ground behind her. A threatening snap of the dense end of her tail in the dirt behind her followed, and a grin of sheer delight sprung onto her face.
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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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