03-01-2020, 04:12 PM
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
Slowly Aslisk's tail swung behind her. It was noting her thinking, of how her mind was quickly turning over the words presented to her. She had her plans to ensure the one that killed Redvox obtained nothing but absolute misery. She would ensure such a thing. The only act of brutality that she would allow herself to make. Aslisk refused to allow herself to go further than that. There was a group to lead, a standard to set. She would refrain and keep herself controlled. "Good. Glad we're on the same page of what will happen to people like that," the wyvern grumbles. Kidnapping someone? A pregnant person? Aslisk had kidnapped a couple kids back in her earliest days, but she felt as if she'd distanced herself from such a concept. Violence and fighting in a manner such as spars were perfectly alright in her mind. Kidnapping, however? Sickening it was to the wyvern, who's words came out more like a hiss.
Her attention is then torn between Julian and the Ardent. Angry, annoyed? She can't tell which of the two would better define either of the parties at this point. Her ears twitch, tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth. Addressing things, it would be something she would have to learn to do. "If anything, that just proves that your people are willing to change. One bad egg doesn't dictate the nature of the nest," Aslisk replies, her weight shifting a little. Her attentive gaze moves back and forth slowly, likely to gauge the reactions of the two present. She had to choose words that would better suit the attitude. Aggressive tones certainly didn't work when speaking of alliances and all the intricate details of such a topic. As much as Aslisk absolutely loved to be a hot-headed, temperamental raging force, such a thing was not leader material. She would stuff it down and save her fury for something that deserved it. "Our lot, Julian, originated from the Pitt. Some of us have family that live in the Pitt. While I don't, I can understand such a thing. Neutral respect already exists. Better to build on it than tear it down."
Then the cleric began to comment about the heat, and was nodding at her. Why? Her face scrunched up a little, forked tongue briefly flickering past sharp teeth. It was acknowledged, yes, but the meaning behind it was one that the Harbringer failed to grasp. "The biggest question is, of course, what you have to give. Right now it's not a lot, or at least that is what I'm gathering from your words," the wyvern stated, tone curling towards a somewhat more jagged note. "What do you have that could be traded? For the time being, helping around before and after hunting would somewhat be enough of a qualifying idea. And, one of the biggest questions will be what will you be providing to us once you have returned your people back to their nurtured state? What will you give in return then to continue our alliance? Or, do you plan on dismissing it once this mutual agreement has reached it's end?" Her head tipped to the side. Forming an alliance was good while one side was weak. However, Aslisk certainly was not naive. Once the Pitt was restored, what was to keep them from not holding their end of the deal? The wyvern liked leverage, and such she sought to obtain.
Her attention is then torn between Julian and the Ardent. Angry, annoyed? She can't tell which of the two would better define either of the parties at this point. Her ears twitch, tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth. Addressing things, it would be something she would have to learn to do. "If anything, that just proves that your people are willing to change. One bad egg doesn't dictate the nature of the nest," Aslisk replies, her weight shifting a little. Her attentive gaze moves back and forth slowly, likely to gauge the reactions of the two present. She had to choose words that would better suit the attitude. Aggressive tones certainly didn't work when speaking of alliances and all the intricate details of such a topic. As much as Aslisk absolutely loved to be a hot-headed, temperamental raging force, such a thing was not leader material. She would stuff it down and save her fury for something that deserved it. "Our lot, Julian, originated from the Pitt. Some of us have family that live in the Pitt. While I don't, I can understand such a thing. Neutral respect already exists. Better to build on it than tear it down."
Then the cleric began to comment about the heat, and was nodding at her. Why? Her face scrunched up a little, forked tongue briefly flickering past sharp teeth. It was acknowledged, yes, but the meaning behind it was one that the Harbringer failed to grasp. "The biggest question is, of course, what you have to give. Right now it's not a lot, or at least that is what I'm gathering from your words," the wyvern stated, tone curling towards a somewhat more jagged note. "What do you have that could be traded? For the time being, helping around before and after hunting would somewhat be enough of a qualifying idea. And, one of the biggest questions will be what will you be providing to us once you have returned your people back to their nurtured state? What will you give in return then to continue our alliance? Or, do you plan on dismissing it once this mutual agreement has reached it's end?" Her head tipped to the side. Forming an alliance was good while one side was weak. However, Aslisk certainly was not naive. Once the Pitt was restored, what was to keep them from not holding their end of the deal? The wyvern liked leverage, and such she sought to obtain.
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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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