02-25-2020, 10:44 AM
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - harbringer - hot shot
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - harbringer - hot shot
As of late, Aslisk had been straying from the camp. It wasn't in any attempt to leave the group - no, that was far from her mind. The wyvern constantly stalked the border, the territory, each and every inch. She was searching for an awful person. A killer. A murderer. How ironic it was, for that was a label that she frequently associated with herself. Aslisk had no doubts that she would find the previous leader's murderer soon. When she did? She would not even wish that her god of death would have mercy on their sorry soul. She would ensure that punishment would perfectly match the crime. The wyvern had delivered many swift punishments in the past. It would be great and glorious. Incredibly deadly, and painful, but it would ensure that Redvox had been avenged thoroughly.
Heavy was the new Harbringer's landing as she descended down. Her wings folded, supporting her weight in addition to her legs. Soft sniffs told her of where this one came from. Aslisk was, truly, unaware about the biggest portion of the Pitt's recent ordeals. She'd been planning on going to visit shortly - still dreading the meeting to announce such a thing - but it seemed that the new Ardent had beaten her to the punch. She wasn't aware that the other was the new leader. The last time she'd interacted with the Pitt had been when she had lived there, briefly, before moving to the Halls. "Hello," she starts slowly, pupils narrowing a little. "What brings you to the territory of the Halls?" She asks sharply, pointedly, ensuring that her demeanor was not to be trifled with. Anything that is required to keep the people safe so soon after a horrific demise was a necessity in Aslisk's mind.
Heavy was the new Harbringer's landing as she descended down. Her wings folded, supporting her weight in addition to her legs. Soft sniffs told her of where this one came from. Aslisk was, truly, unaware about the biggest portion of the Pitt's recent ordeals. She'd been planning on going to visit shortly - still dreading the meeting to announce such a thing - but it seemed that the new Ardent had beaten her to the punch. She wasn't aware that the other was the new leader. The last time she'd interacted with the Pitt had been when she had lived there, briefly, before moving to the Halls. "Hello," she starts slowly, pupils narrowing a little. "What brings you to the territory of the Halls?" She asks sharply, pointedly, ensuring that her demeanor was not to be trifled with. Anything that is required to keep the people safe so soon after a horrific demise was a necessity in Aslisk's mind.
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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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