02-27-2020, 11:22 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
The wyvern's webbed ears twitched a little. Listening, she was, as well as observing. A cold and calculating force she was, taking in whatever she could. Not hostile, not initially, Aslisk noted. From the Pitt, she could conclude from the stench. Only one scent. Kydobi was alone. Good. No ambush would be in store - not that Aslisk had absolutely any qualms about having a fight. She'd known such prior (especially considering the offer of an alliance absolutely deterring any idea of an ambush), but double checking her facts was always a good idea. All bases had to be covered, checked thrice, and then locked down to their facts. Her weight shifted a little to hide a sharp wince from hearing the founder of the group's name so casually. It was on her. She hadn't had the chance to tell any of the groups. Aslisk had been meaning to, but she wanted to ensure the groups safety before she went across the continent to spread the news. The other smiled at her pleasantly, asking to be taken to him. Aslisk knew she could take this two ways. Either he thought she was some lesser being and would be swayed by something as simple as a smile, or he was simply trying to be friendly. Aslisk decided that she would shove her hostilities aside and select the second option.
Her red gaze flickered over to Julian. He'd appeared quite suddenly, and she hadn't heard him approach. Too busy studying the Pittian's new Ardent. Another new change in leadership, one that Aslisk had come to gather from the other's choice of words. Her spiky tail swung behind her. Flames that had danced across the end of the limb had been extinguished for quite some time, and it remained true to the current. "Yes. I'm afraid that Redvox met his incredibly untimely demise," the wyvern said slowly. Words that had to move in a timely manner to keep the shakes that otherwise would claim them. A deep breath, lifting her head up a little more. "We haven't found the culprit yet. When we do, they will certainly be wishing that they have never thought about coming near our territory." Her assurance was fierce, laced with seething fury that desperately wished to find and lash out at it's cause.
She shuffles her feet, adjusting where her wings supported her weight on the ground. "I am the new Harbringer. Any questions and concerns you have should be brought to me. Such as the ones that prompted this visit and were going to be directed to Redvox, spare catching up. Unless you'd like to establish such pleasantries." The formal words made Aslisk want to puke. She hated them. She wasn't made to be in charge. She was made to kill and slaughter. This fought against her existence. However, Aslisk was always above her existence. Existing was not living, and she certainly wanted to live. "An alliance certainly is up for discussion." Aslisk notes, her red eyes flickering. "I have absolutely no desires to ally ourselves with the very same people that tortured and maimed and killed. Stole from others the lives of loved ones. Performed brutality many times over, per the word of the grapevine. It would slander the very reason that Redvox distanced himself and all of those who live within the Halls. "
She rumbles, then tapping one of her jagged talons against the dirt. "You are not the bad person that did those horrific things, though. I was there and I have seen it. One bad man slandered everyone that happens to live there for the whole prejudiced world to grab at with their hasking claws as a means to be awful to others." Oh, she felt fury creep up with memories. People being blamed just for where they lived. It caused for flames to seep between clenched teeth, if only for a moment. "So long as you and your people don't perform those acts, I don't see why an alliance would not be beneficial to us both." The scoff she'd heard from Julian? The disgust that he had clearly voiced? Her red gaze flickered over to see just what his response would be to her proposition, her agreement. Would he be infuriated? Or would he even care? Curiosity briefly deterred her fury, but the Harbringer's red gaze swiftly returned back to the Ardent before her.
Her red gaze flickered over to Julian. He'd appeared quite suddenly, and she hadn't heard him approach. Too busy studying the Pittian's new Ardent. Another new change in leadership, one that Aslisk had come to gather from the other's choice of words. Her spiky tail swung behind her. Flames that had danced across the end of the limb had been extinguished for quite some time, and it remained true to the current. "Yes. I'm afraid that Redvox met his incredibly untimely demise," the wyvern said slowly. Words that had to move in a timely manner to keep the shakes that otherwise would claim them. A deep breath, lifting her head up a little more. "We haven't found the culprit yet. When we do, they will certainly be wishing that they have never thought about coming near our territory." Her assurance was fierce, laced with seething fury that desperately wished to find and lash out at it's cause.
She shuffles her feet, adjusting where her wings supported her weight on the ground. "I am the new Harbringer. Any questions and concerns you have should be brought to me. Such as the ones that prompted this visit and were going to be directed to Redvox, spare catching up. Unless you'd like to establish such pleasantries." The formal words made Aslisk want to puke. She hated them. She wasn't made to be in charge. She was made to kill and slaughter. This fought against her existence. However, Aslisk was always above her existence. Existing was not living, and she certainly wanted to live. "An alliance certainly is up for discussion." Aslisk notes, her red eyes flickering. "I have absolutely no desires to ally ourselves with the very same people that tortured and maimed and killed. Stole from others the lives of loved ones. Performed brutality many times over, per the word of the grapevine. It would slander the very reason that Redvox distanced himself and all of those who live within the Halls. "
She rumbles, then tapping one of her jagged talons against the dirt. "You are not the bad person that did those horrific things, though. I was there and I have seen it. One bad man slandered everyone that happens to live there for the whole prejudiced world to grab at with their hasking claws as a means to be awful to others." Oh, she felt fury creep up with memories. People being blamed just for where they lived. It caused for flames to seep between clenched teeth, if only for a moment. "So long as you and your people don't perform those acts, I don't see why an alliance would not be beneficial to us both." The scoff she'd heard from Julian? The disgust that he had clearly voiced? Her red gaze flickered over to see just what his response would be to her proposition, her agreement. Would he be infuriated? Or would he even care? Curiosity briefly deterred her fury, but the Harbringer's red gaze swiftly returned back to the Ardent before her.
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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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