12-29-2019, 08:08 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
The dinosaur's body was a little easier to control than her wyvern one. It was a little bit odd. This body that she had been in for a shorter amount of time was more comfortable to her than the one she'd been stuck in for the longer period of time. This body didn't even wings like she was mostly used to. Wings that were her saving grace for her balance, just as her tail was. Now her tail was odd, too, and had a heavy weight at the end. She had yet to realize that it was dense like a smacking club. Instead she just assumed it was due to the sheer amount of fluff that plumed and hid the dense, bony ending of her skeleton. Perhaps when she finally realized it's use it would be of more use to her. For now, it was an annoyance. Aslisk did not do well when her mind was plagued by annoyances. It turned her already hostile attitude into a ferocious, snarling mess. It was a trait of hers that was deeply intertwined with her being. This body had removed some of the most prominent memories that caused that behavior, but it remained somewhat nonetheless due to other memories that had not been removed - the youngest and earliest of her memories.
Those memories were harsh. Those memories were painful. Her earliest days were far from pleasant. Those were the days where she was treated as a tool, and item. A means to an end. A thing who's entire reason for existing was to sink teeth and claw into other's and end their lives with absolutely no regard for the fragility of life. Aslisk had broken free from such a trend. How, she didn't know. Aslisk assumed it was from spite. Her mother wanted her to kill, and so she had refused. Then, when she had been forced to do so no matter how hard she resisted, she had barely done enough to meet the requirements. Yes, when her wife had died she had gone off the rails. Who could blame her? The one person that had ever brought her happiness and had not treated her as a tool had died. Who would not go off the rails for such a horrific incident? If she could not be happy, if she had to be treated as the means to an end, why and how could anyone else be different. Lashing out in fury, it had become the norm for her. Aslisk had her wife back now. It didn't mean that the habit died. It didn't mean that she had fully abandoned her vicious tendencies. It still appeared now and again. When she had threatened Redvox's life, or when she had snarled threats when she had been told to return her hoarded bowls to their owners, or when she had furiously lashed out in her room time and time again.
Aslisk's talons curled tightly against a small stick that she had been somewhat gnawing on. She doubted she would ever get used to having more than three teeth. It was even foreign in her wyvern body - but it was far more prevailing in this newer form. There was a restless feeling that had settled onto her today. A need to do something. She needed to get something done right now, or she was going to explode. Gnawing on the branch had been her brief attempt to fix the issue, but it did not settle the energy that coursed through her newest form. Aslisk had finally, after many days of fighting and arguing, decided to rest and heal up her burn wounds. She had wound up shifting forms when laying there with her burn wounds had annoyed her beyond toleration. Her tail slammed against the ground as she heaved herself into a stand. Aslisk surveyed her room, looking for anything to do. Sort the bowl pile was out the window, because that would be for her children to have fun doing whenever she brought the bowls to them. Frustration and a restless energy never go well together - especially not in Aslisk's case. Her teeth clench together, and snap the stick in half. Hissing she exhales a small flame, incinerating the poor stick into a sad pile in a moments notice. She'd deal with the small ashes later.
The sinotyrannus paced around her room for a few moments more, before finally grasping an idea. Something that could possibly be beneficial, something that would help expel this energy, and it could even incorporate a little bit of violence. That thought brought a sick smile to her face. Aslisk still wasn't certain how well the stairs could handle this form. She didn't want to risk breaking them, and so she used her teleportation abilities instead. Getting outside, she used her flaming abilities to easily clear away a patch of snow some distance from the residency. Nitis forbid she earn a rant from the leader about using her fire 'resistance' when she was being careful and only using small, mostly controlled flames. "Alright people, I've noticed a whole lot of lusluing slack around here!" Aslisk barked, her tone filled with vicious intent. "I know it's the holidays or whatever the hask the actual term is, but that is no excuse to stand around and be a bunch of lazy Xiogipa! If you're fit for sparring - and I mean as in your guts aren't out of your body in which case you are lucky that I deem that severe enough to warrant pity - I want you here lusluing now!" She stalked around in small circles, flames splitting forth from her maw. Her feet slammed against the ground, fury unbridled in each and every step. "Pick a partner and spar with them. If you don't want a partner because you don't know anyone and think you're above consequences, you'll be sparring against me. I'm going to be watching, so try and not sputter around like a hatchling with no eyes." Aslisk's long tail swung behind her, red eyes narrowed in a manner most ferocious. "I don't want any blood spilled, but I don't want you going easy on each other because 'oh this is my friend they'd never hurt me'. Spar for your lusluing well being and for the rights to say you can protect your hasking friends, then." Her harsh rant ended with a puff of flames coming from her, and her talons twitched with absolute anticipation.
Those memories were harsh. Those memories were painful. Her earliest days were far from pleasant. Those were the days where she was treated as a tool, and item. A means to an end. A thing who's entire reason for existing was to sink teeth and claw into other's and end their lives with absolutely no regard for the fragility of life. Aslisk had broken free from such a trend. How, she didn't know. Aslisk assumed it was from spite. Her mother wanted her to kill, and so she had refused. Then, when she had been forced to do so no matter how hard she resisted, she had barely done enough to meet the requirements. Yes, when her wife had died she had gone off the rails. Who could blame her? The one person that had ever brought her happiness and had not treated her as a tool had died. Who would not go off the rails for such a horrific incident? If she could not be happy, if she had to be treated as the means to an end, why and how could anyone else be different. Lashing out in fury, it had become the norm for her. Aslisk had her wife back now. It didn't mean that the habit died. It didn't mean that she had fully abandoned her vicious tendencies. It still appeared now and again. When she had threatened Redvox's life, or when she had snarled threats when she had been told to return her hoarded bowls to their owners, or when she had furiously lashed out in her room time and time again.
Aslisk's talons curled tightly against a small stick that she had been somewhat gnawing on. She doubted she would ever get used to having more than three teeth. It was even foreign in her wyvern body - but it was far more prevailing in this newer form. There was a restless feeling that had settled onto her today. A need to do something. She needed to get something done right now, or she was going to explode. Gnawing on the branch had been her brief attempt to fix the issue, but it did not settle the energy that coursed through her newest form. Aslisk had finally, after many days of fighting and arguing, decided to rest and heal up her burn wounds. She had wound up shifting forms when laying there with her burn wounds had annoyed her beyond toleration. Her tail slammed against the ground as she heaved herself into a stand. Aslisk surveyed her room, looking for anything to do. Sort the bowl pile was out the window, because that would be for her children to have fun doing whenever she brought the bowls to them. Frustration and a restless energy never go well together - especially not in Aslisk's case. Her teeth clench together, and snap the stick in half. Hissing she exhales a small flame, incinerating the poor stick into a sad pile in a moments notice. She'd deal with the small ashes later.
The sinotyrannus paced around her room for a few moments more, before finally grasping an idea. Something that could possibly be beneficial, something that would help expel this energy, and it could even incorporate a little bit of violence. That thought brought a sick smile to her face. Aslisk still wasn't certain how well the stairs could handle this form. She didn't want to risk breaking them, and so she used her teleportation abilities instead. Getting outside, she used her flaming abilities to easily clear away a patch of snow some distance from the residency. Nitis forbid she earn a rant from the leader about using her fire 'resistance' when she was being careful and only using small, mostly controlled flames. "Alright people, I've noticed a whole lot of lusluing slack around here!" Aslisk barked, her tone filled with vicious intent. "I know it's the holidays or whatever the hask the actual term is, but that is no excuse to stand around and be a bunch of lazy Xiogipa! If you're fit for sparring - and I mean as in your guts aren't out of your body in which case you are lucky that I deem that severe enough to warrant pity - I want you here lusluing now!" She stalked around in small circles, flames splitting forth from her maw. Her feet slammed against the ground, fury unbridled in each and every step. "Pick a partner and spar with them. If you don't want a partner because you don't know anyone and think you're above consequences, you'll be sparring against me. I'm going to be watching, so try and not sputter around like a hatchling with no eyes." Aslisk's long tail swung behind her, red eyes narrowed in a manner most ferocious. "I don't want any blood spilled, but I don't want you going easy on each other because 'oh this is my friend they'd never hurt me'. Spar for your lusluing well being and for the rights to say you can protect your hasking friends, then." Her harsh rant ended with a puff of flames coming from her, and her talons twitched with absolute anticipation.
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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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