03-17-2020, 01:28 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
While Aslisk's physical form did have its weaknesses, the wyvern was aware of them. While she easily could be taken down with a few whacks, it was simply laying down and taking it that would result in such an easy defeat. The wyvern prided herself on her prowess of fighting - of killing more specifically. "I will clean myself in my own ways," Aslisk grumbled in response, her wings shuffling a little to find a more comfortable position to rest in.
Her red eyes watched where the other began to sweep where she had gestured. A snort came from her, watched the dirt move away from the broom and in the directions of the movement. "Who's the one who let it get that way?" She commented cheekily, rolling her red eyes. "Moving dirt around doesn't change the dimensions of the hasking room," the Harbringer added on, her webbed ears wriggling a little. Her red eyes then rolled as she watched the other lean on the broom. She anticipated for him to fall but alas, the cleric did not. It was more for humor rather than harm. Comedic, but it sadly did not occur. A chuckle happened to never come due to such. A disappointment, truly.
Aslisk's red gaze briefly turned to the items upon the shelves. Flowers? Seemed normal. The blue vial grabbed her interest in particular. It would be something to ponder over later. Perhaps when the other wasn't here, where her other powers could allow her the sneakiest methods to figure out what had warranted the creation of a blue liquid. What it was, too, was equally as creating a form of curiosity. "Probably dust," Aslisk grunted in relation to what was likely to be behind a bookshelf. "You'd better not hibernate. Someone gets a splinter, I really don't want to have to light you on fire to wake you up," she chattered, head lowering a little after completing her words.
Her red eyes watched where the other began to sweep where she had gestured. A snort came from her, watched the dirt move away from the broom and in the directions of the movement. "Who's the one who let it get that way?" She commented cheekily, rolling her red eyes. "Moving dirt around doesn't change the dimensions of the hasking room," the Harbringer added on, her webbed ears wriggling a little. Her red eyes then rolled as she watched the other lean on the broom. She anticipated for him to fall but alas, the cleric did not. It was more for humor rather than harm. Comedic, but it sadly did not occur. A chuckle happened to never come due to such. A disappointment, truly.
Aslisk's red gaze briefly turned to the items upon the shelves. Flowers? Seemed normal. The blue vial grabbed her interest in particular. It would be something to ponder over later. Perhaps when the other wasn't here, where her other powers could allow her the sneakiest methods to figure out what had warranted the creation of a blue liquid. What it was, too, was equally as creating a form of curiosity. "Probably dust," Aslisk grunted in relation to what was likely to be behind a bookshelf. "You'd better not hibernate. Someone gets a splinter, I really don't want to have to light you on fire to wake you up," she chattered, head lowering a little after completing her words.
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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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