02-04-2020, 11:53 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
Aslisk was not exempt to wishing that her family had come with her in this strange world. She was torn on the prospect of them being here. On the one hand, her homesickness would be rendered almost nonexistent if she had the people that she cared about alongside her where she could keep them safe. On the other, she would have to expend energy to be protective, and having them home where it was safer was for the best in her mind. It didn't mean that she couldn't wish that they were present. She would have loved to show Ichigo the plant display, her children the bowls she'd collected. She would have liked to share her room with the people that she cared about. The universe was cruel, though. They weren't here. They were home in the world of the featherbrains, the place of eternal daylight, the realm of magic and gargantuan beasts. Safer, it was merely a momentary thing. Danger was absolutely everywhere - nowhere was exempt from such a thing within Aslisk's logic. There could be danger in nearly anything. If she was scary, hissy, and terrifying, she could cut down on that danger. Being big and scary would mean weakhearted fools wouldn't mess with her, or her lovable wife, or her adorable children. The wyvern spoke Nitisian best, better than the languages her wife spoke simply because she'd been born into it. Her kids? They could speak the same language, but it was mostly a series of grunts and snorts from them. Adorable in her mind.
The pop caused for one of Aslisk's ears to twitch. The hot shot was briefly confused by the noise, her snout scrunching up from how odd the noise had sounded. It sounded like bone, but yet not so at the same time. "Hm. That's ironic, alright," Aslisk huffed. The name of the language and the name of the people that spoke it being one and the same was certainly a form of irony. Briefly her gaze turned to the side, turning over the word a few times. It sounded familiar, but not entirely. She regained her attention to the lesson after her deliberation, in time to register the other's discomfort with her definition. "Hask, don't give me that look. I'm not the Xiogipa-lover that coined that behavior," Aslisk grumbled. She moved a wing, changing position a little and only ceased after the Gat replicated her greeting. "You need more force behind it. Saying it like that's implying that I'm higher than you, that you're using that tone to appease me. It's an aggressive, cutthroat language. Say it like I'm blocking your way to see your dying family because you didn't sign a sheet of lusluing paper. Bislayor, Redvox." She spoke her example, practically spitting out the greeting term before swinging her head somewhat to the side. "I guess the next most practical thing would be directions. Left," the wyvern hobbled a little so she could raise her left wing, "is 'felz'. Right is 'fepza'." The motion was mirrored, Aslisk raising her right wing. "If you're going to tell someone to go and get you something, you'd say 'gorktoktark selbyesor' followed by what you'd want. If you wanted to do that as an order and instead of just pleasantly asking then you'd probably throw a 'jornatu' before anything." The wyvern's difference in tone between the regular language and that of her native tongue was drastic. From an almost annoyed form of speaking to near hissing, anger entwined with the words of the language she was teaching. Slowly her flaming tail swung behind her - likely the regent waiting to critique Redvox's next attempts to replicate her native words.
The pop caused for one of Aslisk's ears to twitch. The hot shot was briefly confused by the noise, her snout scrunching up from how odd the noise had sounded. It sounded like bone, but yet not so at the same time. "Hm. That's ironic, alright," Aslisk huffed. The name of the language and the name of the people that spoke it being one and the same was certainly a form of irony. Briefly her gaze turned to the side, turning over the word a few times. It sounded familiar, but not entirely. She regained her attention to the lesson after her deliberation, in time to register the other's discomfort with her definition. "Hask, don't give me that look. I'm not the Xiogipa-lover that coined that behavior," Aslisk grumbled. She moved a wing, changing position a little and only ceased after the Gat replicated her greeting. "You need more force behind it. Saying it like that's implying that I'm higher than you, that you're using that tone to appease me. It's an aggressive, cutthroat language. Say it like I'm blocking your way to see your dying family because you didn't sign a sheet of lusluing paper. Bislayor, Redvox." She spoke her example, practically spitting out the greeting term before swinging her head somewhat to the side. "I guess the next most practical thing would be directions. Left," the wyvern hobbled a little so she could raise her left wing, "is 'felz'. Right is 'fepza'." The motion was mirrored, Aslisk raising her right wing. "If you're going to tell someone to go and get you something, you'd say 'gorktoktark selbyesor' followed by what you'd want. If you wanted to do that as an order and instead of just pleasantly asking then you'd probably throw a 'jornatu' before anything." The wyvern's difference in tone between the regular language and that of her native tongue was drastic. From an almost annoyed form of speaking to near hissing, anger entwined with the words of the language she was teaching. Slowly her flaming tail swung behind her - likely the regent waiting to critique Redvox's next attempts to replicate her native words.
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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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