01-30-2020, 12:00 PM
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
The concept of combining two languages together was unfamiliar to Aslisk. Two of the languages she spoke were, in a way, horrifying meshes of each other. Some words didn't exist in one, and had to be fetched from the other. Her third normal language was also an abomination of two languages. Those two languages had fully been combined, though, unlike the first two. Fetching words from languages on a whim was normal to her. Her wife did it all the time without even meaning to, just because one word was easier to pronounce or fit the overall tone of the sentence better. After living with someone long enough, the way of speaking had somewhat been adopted by the wyvern. Even if the featherbrain wasn't with her currently, the habit still resided. The same, sadly, could not be said for not being violent. Ichigo's influence on her was good, but the other simply wasn't around to fully restrain Aslisk's vicious tendencies. The regent was a habitual person. Slamming languages together was one of those many habits that she refused to fix, acknowledge, or debate on fixing.
Of course Redvox was the first to approach. He was, after all, the one who constantly called her words nonsense. Aslisk wasn't certain whether she wanted to smirk over the fact that he would soon know her language was not nonsense, or to hiss because she had near always taken the 'nonsense language' statement as an insult. The wyvern grumbled as she watched him approach, her eyes narrowing in a manner that certainly conveyed the debate within her mind. "Sure." A single word accompanied the grunt that sounded from the regent, her tail slowly swinging behind her. The other then asked to know the name of the language. The nonsense language, she wanted to remark, but swiftly refrained. "It's called Nitisian. It's called that because it's spoken by the Nitisians who live on Nitisia and worship Nitis. Isn't that the most creative naming streak you've ever seen?" Aslisk had always chalked such up to be that a dreary dark and deadly place didn't exactly deserve a name that was different from those who spoke it. She hadn't been around when the name for the language had been coined - it was stuck, and that was that. "I guess we can start off with greetings and introductions. Nitisian is a language of phrases. A lot of your words don't exactly exist in it. Greetings, for example, have to establish hierarchy. Someone higher than you should always be greeted with a 'bisisiy'. Neutral parties should get a 'balayor', but if you don't like them you can add a 'tuk' on the end just to make it a little more insulting. And then, for people that are lower than you and you have absolutely no respect for because they are filth and should be considered such, you probably wouldn't greet or acknowledge them at all. Of course, I'm just giving you the most direct translation. That's certainly not my opinion for what it should be like." The wyvern explained, ending in a somewhat cheeky statement. Her head then tipped a little, thinking. "Well. I guess you could probably use 'barokok'. It essentially means 'hello person one step higher than the rotten bones of my enemies'. You want to give pronouncing 'balayor Aslisk' a go?Or should we get right into how to actually say statements and hask like that."
Of course Redvox was the first to approach. He was, after all, the one who constantly called her words nonsense. Aslisk wasn't certain whether she wanted to smirk over the fact that he would soon know her language was not nonsense, or to hiss because she had near always taken the 'nonsense language' statement as an insult. The wyvern grumbled as she watched him approach, her eyes narrowing in a manner that certainly conveyed the debate within her mind. "Sure." A single word accompanied the grunt that sounded from the regent, her tail slowly swinging behind her. The other then asked to know the name of the language. The nonsense language, she wanted to remark, but swiftly refrained. "It's called Nitisian. It's called that because it's spoken by the Nitisians who live on Nitisia and worship Nitis. Isn't that the most creative naming streak you've ever seen?" Aslisk had always chalked such up to be that a dreary dark and deadly place didn't exactly deserve a name that was different from those who spoke it. She hadn't been around when the name for the language had been coined - it was stuck, and that was that. "I guess we can start off with greetings and introductions. Nitisian is a language of phrases. A lot of your words don't exactly exist in it. Greetings, for example, have to establish hierarchy. Someone higher than you should always be greeted with a 'bisisiy'. Neutral parties should get a 'balayor', but if you don't like them you can add a 'tuk' on the end just to make it a little more insulting. And then, for people that are lower than you and you have absolutely no respect for because they are filth and should be considered such, you probably wouldn't greet or acknowledge them at all. Of course, I'm just giving you the most direct translation. That's certainly not my opinion for what it should be like." The wyvern explained, ending in a somewhat cheeky statement. Her head then tipped a little, thinking. "Well. I guess you could probably use 'barokok'. It essentially means 'hello person one step higher than the rotten bones of my enemies'. You want to give pronouncing 'balayor Aslisk' a go?Or should we get right into how to actually say statements and hask like that."
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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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