01-12-2020, 03:06 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
Medicine was no where near Aslisk's realm of skill. Her one purpose in life was the exact opposite of healing. Crafted to destroy and slay and lay waste to every and all things that lived. Sure, she didn't do it all that often - if at all - anymore, but that didn't mean that some residual thoughts continued to linger. Those thoughts left her clueless about medicine. Her wife got sick often. As much initiative as Aslisk took to try and find solutions for the common colds and sicknesses that plagued her beloved, often she wound up with empty talons and a frustrated scowl. Healing was not in the cards for her to learn. Healing was not something that she would ever comprehend.
Still. It didn't keep her from being inquisitive about what Redvox was lugging around. Her burnt body was looking better as of late, far less damage present - and the damage that remained seemed to be healing. It wasn't helped by constantly denying herself rest and fighting against any and all aid that had been provided to her. She simply was not good medic material. Aslisk, of course, would not be wounded by such a statement. "Didn't know we were making lusluing salads today," the regent huffed as her strides brought her over. Red eyes surveyed the plants that were set out, and her gaze flickered to the bandages. Webbed ears flicked and her head lowered somewhat. "What's all this about? That's not even a hasking tail, how in the name of Nitis can it be a horse tail.." Aslisk grumbled the last few words mostly under her breath, confused by the naming system at play. Herbs and their purposes? They went over her head. She had lived her most recent years amidst an entirely herbivorous species that had absolutely no concept of healers. Plants were food, that was that, there was no changing anything. Aslisk looked over the herbs present for a few moments longer before again speaking. "I guess I could help sort them. Don't have hasking much else to do right now."
Still. It didn't keep her from being inquisitive about what Redvox was lugging around. Her burnt body was looking better as of late, far less damage present - and the damage that remained seemed to be healing. It wasn't helped by constantly denying herself rest and fighting against any and all aid that had been provided to her. She simply was not good medic material. Aslisk, of course, would not be wounded by such a statement. "Didn't know we were making lusluing salads today," the regent huffed as her strides brought her over. Red eyes surveyed the plants that were set out, and her gaze flickered to the bandages. Webbed ears flicked and her head lowered somewhat. "What's all this about? That's not even a hasking tail, how in the name of Nitis can it be a horse tail.." Aslisk grumbled the last few words mostly under her breath, confused by the naming system at play. Herbs and their purposes? They went over her head. She had lived her most recent years amidst an entirely herbivorous species that had absolutely no concept of healers. Plants were food, that was that, there was no changing anything. Aslisk looked over the herbs present for a few moments longer before again speaking. "I guess I could help sort them. Don't have hasking much else to do right now."
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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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