02-05-2020, 12:45 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
Aslisk hadn't ever thought about hobbies. If yelling at people or getting frustrated constantly was a hobby, then the wyvern certainly had one and she partook in it daily. She didn't exactly do a lot other than patrol around the camp, bark at people, hunt - get stuff done, really. Hunting was her most favored thing to do. Simple, quiet, and efficient. She could do it all by herself and didn't need anyone else to help her. The wyvern could hunt what she wanted, when she wanted, where she wanted. As long as it was within the territory, which was something that she found absolutely absurd. Territories. Ridiculous. She wanted to bite the person that'd come up with such a stupid and complicated thing. Just because prey went over the 'border' meant that she couldn't hunt it anymore. She'd lost a good chunk of meals that way, and it had infuriated her to absolutely no end. She'd had a few hissy fits over such a stupid concept, regaining her control before returning to the center of activity.
Boredom had claimed her mind, and Aslisk was not left with many options for what to do with her free time. She had already hunted, she didn't have any pressing matters to attend to. She'd mostly been stalking up and down the stairs, itching to do something. Anything. Not having anything to do back home had been great. She could just spend time with the wife and kids? Here? It was absolutely driving her mad and she wanted to result to bad things to ease up the frustration. She wound up passing by the Harbringer's doorway, and had to stop after passing by as her mind established that the door was open. Aslisk backtracked the few paces required, peering her head inside. "The hask are you doing?" The regent asked. Her tone was curious, if not blunt as her standard method of speaking. One of her webbed ears flicked as her gaze took in the oddities that Redvox was in the process of crafting. She almost managed to look genuinely curious had it not been for the lingering boredom fueled frustration that remained. "Are you cooking the string? You're going to need a fire for that," the wyvern grumbled, flaming tail slowly swinging behind her after the statement finished.
Boredom had claimed her mind, and Aslisk was not left with many options for what to do with her free time. She had already hunted, she didn't have any pressing matters to attend to. She'd mostly been stalking up and down the stairs, itching to do something. Anything. Not having anything to do back home had been great. She could just spend time with the wife and kids? Here? It was absolutely driving her mad and she wanted to result to bad things to ease up the frustration. She wound up passing by the Harbringer's doorway, and had to stop after passing by as her mind established that the door was open. Aslisk backtracked the few paces required, peering her head inside. "The hask are you doing?" The regent asked. Her tone was curious, if not blunt as her standard method of speaking. One of her webbed ears flicked as her gaze took in the oddities that Redvox was in the process of crafting. She almost managed to look genuinely curious had it not been for the lingering boredom fueled frustration that remained. "Are you cooking the string? You're going to need a fire for that," the wyvern grumbled, flaming tail slowly swinging behind her after the statement finished.
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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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