10-02-2019, 10:15 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
Astiar hadn't ever tried eating actual flesh before. For some reason the stench of death didn't scare him as much as it had when he had been a nymph. It wasn't as terrible. The salivation that happened when he smelled prey was odd, but he went along with such. That was something that was new with this body. It mattered little. He had to learn - and learning was hard when one couldn't form coherent thought.
He had flown past the desert in search of other trees to eat. Perhaps it had been for him to test the taste of other trees. Or, perhaps, it was to try hunting. He had never done it before. It wasn't something a cicada did. It was odd and foreign and he had absolutely no expertise in the method. Astiar had crossed the desert and had wound up at Tanglewood: not that he knew the name of the place. He didn't even know the name of his home. The cicada had no need for names when he wasn't able to even speak or say such a thing. He had arrived and had wandered about. Searching for a right tree to shove over and munch on. He wasn't aware that he was not in the same territory. Yes, the smells were different. Astiar could tell that with ease. His sense of smell was odd, and mostly done through his antennae. Not that he cared. He was driven by hunger, and a hungry animal tended to take greater risks.
When he had seen something small and did not contain the smell of his colony, he decided that he would try his best to hunt. Astiar hadn't watched a hunt before. He hadn't ever even considered something of the sort. The cicada had never even stood around while the other members of his colony ate their carnivorous meals. It wasn't something that he did. Maybe he had lingered around or have been resting while other's ate, but as his meals were trees he often ate alone. His talons had wrapped around the smaller creature and carried him up and away, all the way back to where the dragon deemed his home. This was his concept of hunting, even if it more lined up with 'pseudo kidnapping'. He was kidnapping instead of hunting, but he had at least tried. The loud buzz of his wings announced his return.
Astiar hadn't been educated in the means of capturing. His landing was heavy with two of his six legs occupied with carrying something. It left him awkwardly resting upon his haunches until he set Roy down. He roared to summon attention, his wings twitching as he then was able to lower back onto all of his feet. The cicada was still hungry. Huh. So this form of hunting hadn't worked. Sad. But now he knew for the better, and could try something else the next time around. He'd settle for leaving to munch on his usual diet trees as soon as someone else came along to take this creature from his grasp. Just because he had set the other down didn't mean that he released his hold: keeping a large talon pushing against the other to make sure that he wouldn't have to go chasing after. That would be a waste of energy, and wasting energy was not something that he aspired to do.
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He had flown past the desert in search of other trees to eat. Perhaps it had been for him to test the taste of other trees. Or, perhaps, it was to try hunting. He had never done it before. It wasn't something a cicada did. It was odd and foreign and he had absolutely no expertise in the method. Astiar had crossed the desert and had wound up at Tanglewood: not that he knew the name of the place. He didn't even know the name of his home. The cicada had no need for names when he wasn't able to even speak or say such a thing. He had arrived and had wandered about. Searching for a right tree to shove over and munch on. He wasn't aware that he was not in the same territory. Yes, the smells were different. Astiar could tell that with ease. His sense of smell was odd, and mostly done through his antennae. Not that he cared. He was driven by hunger, and a hungry animal tended to take greater risks.
When he had seen something small and did not contain the smell of his colony, he decided that he would try his best to hunt. Astiar hadn't watched a hunt before. He hadn't ever even considered something of the sort. The cicada had never even stood around while the other members of his colony ate their carnivorous meals. It wasn't something that he did. Maybe he had lingered around or have been resting while other's ate, but as his meals were trees he often ate alone. His talons had wrapped around the smaller creature and carried him up and away, all the way back to where the dragon deemed his home. This was his concept of hunting, even if it more lined up with 'pseudo kidnapping'. He was kidnapping instead of hunting, but he had at least tried. The loud buzz of his wings announced his return.
Astiar hadn't been educated in the means of capturing. His landing was heavy with two of his six legs occupied with carrying something. It left him awkwardly resting upon his haunches until he set Roy down. He roared to summon attention, his wings twitching as he then was able to lower back onto all of his feet. The cicada was still hungry. Huh. So this form of hunting hadn't worked. Sad. But now he knew for the better, and could try something else the next time around. He'd settle for leaving to munch on his usual diet trees as soon as someone else came along to take this creature from his grasp. Just because he had set the other down didn't mean that he released his hold: keeping a large talon pushing against the other to make sure that he wouldn't have to go chasing after. That would be a waste of energy, and wasting energy was not something that he aspired to do.
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we've got a fire that burns within, we are the dragon hearted
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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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