immortals [★] herbal lesson - Printable Version

I'll come back when you call me

Teaching. Hard to say if the petite vixen felt inclined to the practice. Given her age, it could hardly be expected to matter to her. But Aine felt self-conscious when too many eyes looked at her. She didn't like to speak loudly, though she had more than proven in the past she could. But Kydobi had asked her to do this, so she would.

Aine took care with the herbs she chose. Just a few, freshly-grown herbs used for basic first aid. Each plant, she had set gently atop a large leaf, to avoid touching the ground directly. Aligned in a very neat line with a critical eye. Horsetail. Marigold. Chamomile. Bindweed. Poppy seeds. Aloe vera. Thyme.

She rocked on her paws a little. Set up complete. Okay. Her mouth felt a little dry. Chest tight. But she could do this.

"Hey!" Again, her ears flicked down. Maybe she ought to tone down a little. "'m teaching herbs!" Better.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

decisions to decisions are made and not bought

The dragon was, technically, omnivorous. Jagged teeth allowed for him the ability to rip and tear into flesh. Allowed did not mean used. Spare one time where he had eaten a small bird, the dragon's metabolism had never been used in the fullest extent of his omnivorous body. Most of what Astiar ingested was plant matter. He had chewed down countless trees before the jungle had been burned down. Now? Now he struggled with eating whatever plants he could find. His mandibles and the end of his hard maw allowed for him to rip up grass and weeds and whatever else he could find. Common was it for the massive and lumbering beast to be starving - or at least deep within the depths of severe hunger. He would leave the territory in search of food, only to return and be hungry again.

Small herbs weren't exactly enough to really catch the cicada's eye. However, the call attracted his attention. Buzzing noises sounded and noted his arrival as he pivoted to come over. He lowered his head a little and chittered out a greeting of nonsensical noise. Slowly Astiar lowered himself into an odd sitting position. Curious he was, antennae curling above his head. Another chittering noise. Were the plants that he saw food, the herbs laid out cleanly on leaves? He lowered his head a little, sniffing in an experimental manner. Hunger, he was hungry, but these plants were a little too small to really incur his hunger-driven interest. The lanky tail of the dragon curled behind him, and the clicking of his mandibles made his curiosity audible. Astiar's buzzing died down to almost silent. He was never completely silent, but it certainly was better than the monstrous noise that he commonly portrayed when he was wandering around or eating.

control yourself and take only what you need from it

TAGS 9/4/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast, Bug
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ unallianced
— wherever there is food, that is where Astiar will take up temporary residence. Notably most of his time is spent in the Pitt, but has distanced himself from the group due to the lack of food following the raid.

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— current injures: burnt front right leg, deep scratches in his front scales

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
✧ Screeching
— Submission. 'Stop'. 'Go away'. 'I yield'. Panic. Fear. Terror.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | mental manipulation/communication | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, hard provoke | will kill
— notably this is for instances where Astiar must fight. If able, Astiar will never raise his claws against any other creature unless he has been directly ordered to do so
— commands must be one word. If any words follow the command, Astiar is unable to understand due to his limited intelligence. Heavy presence of emotion will equally tarnish his ability to follow commands.
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question as long as it is a simple command
— eats trees and other hard plant matter
— cannot understand speech

I'll come back when you call me

Oh boy. Lots of eyes on her. The fox felt her fur prick. Okay. Her lips quirked a little though, as her father nodded. She took a soft but deep breath, hazel hues flickering between each face thoughtfully, blinking at Mercede. "'m gonna... Gonna talk about some first aid."

"Really... Simple. But important." It was what her father started with because it was so essential. This she knew, her confidence slowly building.

"Th-these are horsetail and marigold--" she tapped the two gently -- "they're easy because... 'Cause they do the same thin'." Which meant, even if someone mixed them up, they would still succeed in their goal. "If you've been... Been cut or somethin' and you're... You're bleedin', they help stop that 'an fight... Fight off infection -- you don' want infection."

"… Make sense?" She rocked on her paws, hopeful. She didn't want to rush. Even if her heart felt a little rushed.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —