02-17-2020, 10:29 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
Meetings. They commonly annoyed Aslisk. They weren't exactly what she was used to. They were odd spectacles of calling the group together for a brief period of time to spill news. It confused her as much as it annoyed her. Why weren't there messengers to do such a thing, she had wondered upon her first few meetings. Then she'd realized that it was quite effective, in a population that wasn't full of featherbrains. It kept information straight from the source. Almost admirable, if it was not for her stubbornness. She was stubborn, refusing to think of these meetings as anything other than stupid. She had come over upon hearing the call nonetheless, brought forward by her duty. She was second in command. It would look bad on her leader if she slacked off and didn't attend. Aslisk expected another boring meeting - and the news truly wasn't that spectacular. New people, which Aslisk could always find delight in. Events, which likely would be a bore. Then the meeting was coming to a close.
And then there was fire. Burning hot fire. She didn't know where it'd come from, and there certainly wasn't time to react. Her purple scales, freshly made fireproof, probably could have taken that blast. Aslisk hadn't seen it coming. Her scaly form was rigid as she watched hungry flames rip and tear apart the leader. Her talons were throwing her forward towards the scene faster than her mind could recognize them. The regent was speechless, surprised. The wyvern hadn't been paying attention. Again she was paying the price for not being aware. She could have gotten in the way if she'd seen the flames. She could've taken that hit. Her teeth were gritted together, focused on the sad, dusty pile of ashes before her. It wasn't the first time that she'd seen someone close to her - if only marginally - be slain before her eyes. Never had it been in such a swift way before. Never had she been so close to it. The flames that curled from her horns and tail died out for the first time since they had ignited months ago. In a way, the closeness almost mimicked how she'd almost allowed herself to open up to the Gat. She'd barely saved herself from a world of hurt when she was watching his body hopelessly burn.
"He's gone," Aslisk finally said. Her voice was quiet, softer than the norm. Her talons dug down in the dirt, her mind coiling upon itself. Fury began to brew inside her, wanting to lash out and immediately turn and run away to find the source of the flames. Webbed ears were raised, listening intently for anymore bursts of flames that were incoming. "He's dead, the hasking- he's dead." It was surreal. Just like that the Harbringer's life had been snuffed out. She should know better than anyone how quickly Nitis could claim a person. It almost didn't seem fair.
Back where she came from, they had a neat way of dealing with fears. If you were scared of something with no good reason, it would be what killed you. Aslisk had noticed Redvox's pyrophobia when she had burned her cheek shortly after announcing her stay here. The way he recoiled from it had noted the fear, the fear of flames that had come and taken his life. A cruel irony. Aslisk should've seen it coming. She knew she should have, and yet she hadn't. Anger couldn't claim her, for shock had usurped it's place in her heart for the briefest current time.
A sharp breath was taken, attention snapping her head behind her. She'd been promoted a few meetings ago to be the one just beneath Redvox. She didn't know how the succession of power worked in this odd land, and truly she didn't need to. Aslisk had been second in command, and now that the first in command was gone... that made her the new Harbringer, didn't it? Just like that. No fancy ceremonies - another featherbrain thing that Aslisk swiftly dismissed for it's lack of importance - not that the regent would need one. The featherbrains did like their bodies burned, though. It was a way for their lifeless bodies to be lifted to the skies on the wings of the breeze that carried their ashes. Irony, it was all so ironic, Aslisk's teeth gritting tightly together. The wyvern was doing nothing useful, standing and staring at charred ashes. Action was needed. Leadership was required.
"The meeting's over. I want anyone who can manipulate water to go and bring some here right now. Whoever killed Redvox might still be around, and we need to be prepared if something or someone else catches on fire," the new Harbringer commanded, her tone stinging. Her last time giving orders to such a group of varying ages had been under similarly sour circumstances. It hurt, something deep within her feeling like it had been crunched and shredded. "You're free to return to your homes. Or mourn here. I'll... I'll sort things out later." Fury rose in her tone, aiding her need to carry her voice over the crowd. She was going to find who did this. She was going to take her sharp teeth and claws and rip and tear until the death's she'd caused in the past seemed merciful. "Anyone who does not wish to mourn can go home," Aslisk repeated, "but expect to be called out for a territory sweep soon."
Aslisk had never seen herself as leadership material. Yet Redvox, the one who had rebirthed this group from the ashes, the one that had given his life for these people, had promoted her. Someone had seen something in her, and it made looking at those ashes all the more difficult to do. The wyvern was tough, and she'd manage, but it did not make it any easier. A person that believed in her was gone. Reduced to the ashes that he had feared. Her throat felt as if she'd swallowed up glass. Later. She'd come to terms with it later. People needed her to be strong, and that she certainly could be.
And then there was fire. Burning hot fire. She didn't know where it'd come from, and there certainly wasn't time to react. Her purple scales, freshly made fireproof, probably could have taken that blast. Aslisk hadn't seen it coming. Her scaly form was rigid as she watched hungry flames rip and tear apart the leader. Her talons were throwing her forward towards the scene faster than her mind could recognize them. The regent was speechless, surprised. The wyvern hadn't been paying attention. Again she was paying the price for not being aware. She could have gotten in the way if she'd seen the flames. She could've taken that hit. Her teeth were gritted together, focused on the sad, dusty pile of ashes before her. It wasn't the first time that she'd seen someone close to her - if only marginally - be slain before her eyes. Never had it been in such a swift way before. Never had she been so close to it. The flames that curled from her horns and tail died out for the first time since they had ignited months ago. In a way, the closeness almost mimicked how she'd almost allowed herself to open up to the Gat. She'd barely saved herself from a world of hurt when she was watching his body hopelessly burn.
"He's gone," Aslisk finally said. Her voice was quiet, softer than the norm. Her talons dug down in the dirt, her mind coiling upon itself. Fury began to brew inside her, wanting to lash out and immediately turn and run away to find the source of the flames. Webbed ears were raised, listening intently for anymore bursts of flames that were incoming. "He's dead, the hasking- he's dead." It was surreal. Just like that the Harbringer's life had been snuffed out. She should know better than anyone how quickly Nitis could claim a person. It almost didn't seem fair.
Back where she came from, they had a neat way of dealing with fears. If you were scared of something with no good reason, it would be what killed you. Aslisk had noticed Redvox's pyrophobia when she had burned her cheek shortly after announcing her stay here. The way he recoiled from it had noted the fear, the fear of flames that had come and taken his life. A cruel irony. Aslisk should've seen it coming. She knew she should have, and yet she hadn't. Anger couldn't claim her, for shock had usurped it's place in her heart for the briefest current time.
A sharp breath was taken, attention snapping her head behind her. She'd been promoted a few meetings ago to be the one just beneath Redvox. She didn't know how the succession of power worked in this odd land, and truly she didn't need to. Aslisk had been second in command, and now that the first in command was gone... that made her the new Harbringer, didn't it? Just like that. No fancy ceremonies - another featherbrain thing that Aslisk swiftly dismissed for it's lack of importance - not that the regent would need one. The featherbrains did like their bodies burned, though. It was a way for their lifeless bodies to be lifted to the skies on the wings of the breeze that carried their ashes. Irony, it was all so ironic, Aslisk's teeth gritting tightly together. The wyvern was doing nothing useful, standing and staring at charred ashes. Action was needed. Leadership was required.
"The meeting's over. I want anyone who can manipulate water to go and bring some here right now. Whoever killed Redvox might still be around, and we need to be prepared if something or someone else catches on fire," the new Harbringer commanded, her tone stinging. Her last time giving orders to such a group of varying ages had been under similarly sour circumstances. It hurt, something deep within her feeling like it had been crunched and shredded. "You're free to return to your homes. Or mourn here. I'll... I'll sort things out later." Fury rose in her tone, aiding her need to carry her voice over the crowd. She was going to find who did this. She was going to take her sharp teeth and claws and rip and tear until the death's she'd caused in the past seemed merciful. "Anyone who does not wish to mourn can go home," Aslisk repeated, "but expect to be called out for a territory sweep soon."
Aslisk had never seen herself as leadership material. Yet Redvox, the one who had rebirthed this group from the ashes, the one that had given his life for these people, had promoted her. Someone had seen something in her, and it made looking at those ashes all the more difficult to do. The wyvern was tough, and she'd manage, but it did not make it any easier. A person that believed in her was gone. Reduced to the ashes that he had feared. Her throat felt as if she'd swallowed up glass. Later. She'd come to terms with it later. People needed her to be strong, and that she certainly could be.
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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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