01-16-2020, 11:12 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
Every single time one of these meetings came around, Aslisk felt as if she was going to have to rip her horns from her head to be able to understand it. Why? Why were they so weird in comparison to the meetings she was used to? Soft huffs accompanied her approach, returned to her regular wyvern form for a better since of familiarity in the mess of oddity that was the meetings. Webbed ears raised to listen to the Harbringer. A snort sounded from the wyvern when demotions were brought up. Aslisk found it funny, but didn't dare let that train of thought continue further. She'd keep it, yes, but would savor those vicious thoughts for a later and more applicable time. Hearing how she had to go and extend an invite to the Pitt, her red gaze found itself lowering. Oh. Diplomacy. Her absolute worst attribute. Aslisk had to ponder over whether she'd ever been in charge of inviting people to events before, and grumbled when she realized that no, she had not. And the reason for it? Gods she didn't even worship? Ew. Ew. Deep breath, sucking in air to sturdy herself. People could believe whatever they wanted, sure, even if she knew that she was in the right. Idiots and stupidity, it was all abundant. Yes, Aslisk was curious about the religion of her current residency. It did not mean that the wyvern truly believed the same way. She'd do the stupid invite, and a nod of her horned head confirmed such.
The snow storm comment rose another snort from the wyvern's maw. Stupid snow. The weather was stupid. Aslisk figured that if Redvox wasn't such a wimpy fire-phobic, she could get rid of all the snow in an hour. Maybe less! A challenge it would be, and the wyvern made a note to try her hand at it nonetheless. Aslisk raised her head up a little when the discussion part of the meeting came around. Finally! Something familiar, something she knew. Discussion (debate, really), was most of what she had done in her last position of power. Sure, beating people into submission and dropping people off roof's were also parts of that job - not that they were actually approved methods of getting featherbrains to stop screaming about the deadly dangers of clouds - but she figured that here would not be the place to re-engage those 'diplomatic' practices. "Tanglewood sound's like they're a bunch of quartok-faced dung. Thinking they're all morally just 'n hask. If I had any say in it, I'd march right over there and give them a show," the wyvern hissed, her weight shifting. "Killing people for where they live is Xiogipa dung, even I've got higher standards than that." Aslisk referred to what she heard Kanga had said prior, her tail swinging sharply behind her. Killing people for where they lived. Killing for no reason bit into her fiercely. Death had to have reason, and she ought to know for she was a person who worshipped it. "I'd want niartoks like that as an enemy if I'm honest, the easiest enemy to exterminate other than a baby. Or at least, the lowest hanging fruit of that 'neutral' term you used."
The snow storm comment rose another snort from the wyvern's maw. Stupid snow. The weather was stupid. Aslisk figured that if Redvox wasn't such a wimpy fire-phobic, she could get rid of all the snow in an hour. Maybe less! A challenge it would be, and the wyvern made a note to try her hand at it nonetheless. Aslisk raised her head up a little when the discussion part of the meeting came around. Finally! Something familiar, something she knew. Discussion (debate, really), was most of what she had done in her last position of power. Sure, beating people into submission and dropping people off roof's were also parts of that job - not that they were actually approved methods of getting featherbrains to stop screaming about the deadly dangers of clouds - but she figured that here would not be the place to re-engage those 'diplomatic' practices. "Tanglewood sound's like they're a bunch of quartok-faced dung. Thinking they're all morally just 'n hask. If I had any say in it, I'd march right over there and give them a show," the wyvern hissed, her weight shifting. "Killing people for where they live is Xiogipa dung, even I've got higher standards than that." Aslisk referred to what she heard Kanga had said prior, her tail swinging sharply behind her. Killing people for where they lived. Killing for no reason bit into her fiercely. Death had to have reason, and she ought to know for she was a person who worshipped it. "I'd want niartoks like that as an enemy if I'm honest, the easiest enemy to exterminate other than a baby. Or at least, the lowest hanging fruit of that 'neutral' term you used."
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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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