SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT / intro

[T. ROUX]

[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

His sides ached as his body shifted, he groaned quietly to himself with his eyes fluttering open. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't underneath a pile of his siblings, a sadness washing over him though he supposed it was for the best yet his gaze drifted to see the bodies of both Aine and Gael. They had been kind enough to let him stay or moreso the fact that Aine wanted him near so he wouldn't end up hurting himself. A faint smile tugging at his lips, he supposed that he would have to get up to start the day... It wasn't home, a bitter feeling rising in his throat and blossoming in his heart but, he was safe here for the time being. There wasn't time to cry over something that was lost to him. Brandykit had said it himself, he was better off a Pittian. Did Trygve Roux exist anymore or had it all been a figment of his imagination? These thoughts flooding his mind causing negative emotions to trickle within the slowly forming abyss in his chest, a sigh leaving his parted jaws. He sat up with his gaze fixed on both vulpine only to say in a low voice "This is just for now..." His voice held uncertainty as the strained emotions rang out within his words.

Trygve slowly rose to his paws leaving as he stepped out into the camp that belonged to the Pittians, a subtle frown on his maw. He felt his body tense up with caution, his steps growing hesitant with each one he took. They wouldn't hurt him, at least, he hoped they were smart enough not to. With his tufted ears pinned against his skull, the draconic cub heaved out a pant as the sun reminded him of how much he didn't like being in the Pitt. It would only be for a few days. I'll go home once everything dies down, he thought to himself biting down on his tongue realizing just then and there that maybe. Things wouldn't die down like he would have liked and perhaps everyone would wanted him dead for his infatuation or the fact he had hurt his own family. His own blood. He could feel his body shaking, a paw brought up to his face realizing the warmth that began to lap at his lips eagerly once more. A few embers falling from his maw as he opened it with a soft wheeze "S... S-stop... Stop it... It h-hurts..." Ry would mumble out unsure of how to stop the fire, what he didn't realize was the flames were feeding off his negative energy at the moment. You're a monster, Trygve. This is what you've become... You're a snake... The thought sunk into his mind, as he hunched over with blood dripping from the roof of his mouth. "Make it s-stop..." The draconid cub would beg under his breath, he wanted it to all stop yet he wasn't certain on how to stop it.

It felt as if someone was trying to take a hold of his mind and fill it with rage though as of right now it was leading the pirate to feel insecure. Almost as if he wasn't safe within his own mind, it felt like someone's talons were scraping against him demanding entry yet he refused it only to feel the fire burning even more. Trygve wheezed quietly under his breath only to find himself stumbling around, it didn't take long before blood began to drip from his maw once more. Frustration, pain were emotions that blossomed from him feeling a twinge within his throat and chest. He hated that Aine would have to attend to him once more but after the fight with Brandykit, his emotions had become rather unstable. Trygve had become unstable. Trygve Roux hadn't realized it but the fire that now churned from within had awakened something much larger than himself, someone that is. With a heavy breath, he felt the fire dying down giving him a chance to breathe though it was a bit shortlived as he broke into a coughing fit that sent droplets of blood onto the sand in front of him. His body shook violently for a few moments before he settled down to use a paw to wipe the blood off his chin "F... F-fuck..." He wheezed out quietly, his gaze wavering in the heat. This would be his sanctuary until he could control these abilities of his. So, he might as well introduce himself to his new 'clanmates'.

So, with a pained, cheeky grin... The draconic cub would sit there waiting for people to approach him not realizing that his nose was now bleeding too. God, at this rate, he'll die from bloodloss before being able to return to the Typhoon. That or Aine would end up having a heart attack with him unintentionally hurting himself. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

After everything that happened, Caesar was slowly healing. He mostly had to do it himself, however, given that he was too cowardly to ask for help - that, and the fact he figured no one would want to help him. Not that he cared, anyway. If this body died due to the injuries he sustained, then so be it; he could just possess another body. That being said, of course. Caesar wasn't going to ignore his duties of trying to 'improve' The Pitt in his own ways. He had a job to do, whether the high positions liked it or not; he didn't care what they believed, he was going to make The Pitt feared again.

Caesar was surprised to see Trygve with the ability to breathe fire ('control' wasn't exactly the right word here, from what Caesar could tell), but even though Caesar had that ability as well, it didn't stop him from being burned by his own flames. He had a bad habit of setting himself on fire - that was nothing new - but his body would be covered in burns from his own flames right after. Fortunately, he just didn't feel any pain, and perhaps that was why he did it in the first place. The point is, though, that Caesar too found himself being burned by his own flames, just as Trygve was.

Being nice and trying to help the kid out was not something Caesar planned to do. At least, not directly. Unfortunately for the former pirate, Caesar would be the first to approach, albeit limping. "You're not going to be able to figure shit out if you just wallow in pain." He commented flatly, his large ears flicking as his spoke. He was clearly unhappy with speaking to Trygve, but now that the cub was technically a Pittian, he was forced to be nice to him. For now, at least. Maybe once he was healed, Caesar might try to do something, but that was weeks from now. "The trick is to focus on letting the flames fly elsewhere. Don't focus on yourself." Maybe that was easier said than done, to be truthful, Caesar wasn't sure. He just knew that's what helped him get the flames off, but as mentioned before, even if they were stuck on his body, he didn't particularly care.

#psychosocial.

[fulzanin]

decisions to decisions are made and not bought

Blood and fire usually repelled Astiar. His pyrophobia was severe, crippling even. Fire would send the massive cicada flinging himself away and into the sky as if it would save him from being burned again. The burn wound on his leg signified how his fear had come to fruition. He hated fire. It scared him. Blood, naturally, was no favorite of an herbivorous creature. Blood meant that a predator was nearby, blood meant that there was injury. But over the sight of fire occupying all of Astiar's processes, the blood went unregistered to him.

Slowly the dragon would stalk over. Cautious. Curious of a new face, one that Astiar had not seen before - and wary. Fire was dangerous. Fire meant no food. His wings quieted while his talons curled and pulled him over. He remained a comfortable distance away, his red eyes staring. Perhaps he wanted to interact with this new face. The fire repelled him, though. It scared him, frightened him. He chattered softly, talons digging into the dirt. He wouldn't get closer to such a threat that wracked his mind. The cicada simply stood there from a distance, staring. "BURN PAIN," he screeches, antennae quivering.

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

[deimos]

The smell of fire and blood. It wasn't one he was quite used to, but Aurum had surely introduced the idea into his mind. He stepped forward, his tail swaying behind him a tiny bit. Initially he was surprised to see Trygve sitting on Pittian ground- of course, it wasn't a banished idea, but one that was even more strange to see the piss colored guy talking to him. His eyes shifted to Astiar as stepped past, offering a dip of his head in greeting- unsure if the bug would even understand it- before coming to a stop to address the other two.

His eyes swung from one, to the other, then back to Trygve. "While.. someone has a rather unappreciative approach, he might be right." Piers spoke. His shoulder still itched with the wound that Caeser had given him, and within his own time, the booksmart part of Piers had pieced it together. He had decided he wouldn't address Caeser directly until, well, something significant happened in that region. A soft sigh left him as he sat, his tail curling close to him. "Um- Astiar has.. some problems with fire. I would be wary of that." He said, his tail neatly twitching behind him.

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