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[deimos]

It burned, like hot fire. The icy cold, did, at least, causing Piers' eyes open. His gaze turned towards the empty white that he drifted him, and slowly pushed to his paws. His body was younger, without the metal again, just before Aurum had attacked Kydobi. He walked forward slowly, his breath caught in his throat. Where was he, again? Why did his body itch, and burn, but yet he wasn't screaming in pain or jumping about? A soft exhale came from him, and he continued to walk, in whatever direction he had picked.

Was he even alive?

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In the, well, real world, Piers' new body was barely breathing. Deep in the desert, his body was slowly overheating. Carrion birds slowly began to gather, circling over head. Every now and again, his paw would twitch, eye squint a bit more in it's closed state. His body was without metal, this time, approximately the same age as before. Born on his head, a set of horns poking out from his noggin. On his back, a mane was starting to sprout, solely on the backside of his neck. He was still Kydobi's son, still his mother's child, but yet, he was barely breathing in the desert.

And it was singing his fur, laying there.

[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Whenever there were carrion birds circling around, there was almost a guarantee that someone or something had died. Maybe it was odd satisfaction, maybe it was just Caesar's sick mind, but he seemed to follow the birds around in search of dead bodies to experiment on them. Er well, perhaps experiment was the wrong word; nah, the demon just wanted to perfect his branding skills with the dead bodies. After all, it was harder to carve into a living, breathing, conscious person. Perhaps he should be doing it the other way around but hey, Caesar wasn't exactly known for being the sharpest tool in the shed.

So Caesar would stumble upon Pier's body, vaguely recognizing the kid from the scene with that Typhoon kid. He didn't really know the kid past what he looked like - hell, he didn't even know Pier's name. Maybe the demon should've been more cautious, but (as mentioned before) he wasn't quite as smart as that. So upon getting to Pier's somewhat unconscious body, the demon took out the knife he carried with him. Quickly, Caesar would reach out and try to carve a triangle-shaped wound into PIER's shoulder. No use in talking; after all, what would a dead body have to say to him? 'Stop carving into my body'? Ha, as if he would listen to some spirit.

#psychosocial.

[deimos]

His breath curled black, smog drifting up from his muzzle in the white world. He coughed, heaving his body, lungs shuddering and heaving with effort for breath- as if something effected his body in whole, leaving him shuddering on the ground of the white world. But his eyes snapped open, to sandy desert, to blue sky, and nothing in between- but the searing pain on his shoulder. He cried out, aloud, as his body flung itself away on instinct.

Wide eyes shifted from what yellow mass was in front of him, to his shoulder, before back towards Caeser. His chest heaved, and blood trickled down his shoulder. His ears flattened, and he snarled beneath his breath- before he turned violently on his paw and rushed back towards camp, instead of dealing with fighting. His lungs struggled to draw in breath, his paws beating against the ground. And he slid into where camp was, heading towards his hut.

However, he paused before he made it there, his head swimming. Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing his nose to the dirt. Alive, he was alive. His chest burned, and his paws struggled to move, his newfound horns glimmering gently in the sun. Alive, and he was overjoyed.

opening this now! [member=4490]Kydobi[/member] )

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Oh, fuck. A stone dropped in Caesar's stomach as the Piers came back to consciousness, watching as the kid scamper off. Caesar watched Piers run off, gritting his teeth, before the demon took off himself, though in the opposite direction.

//out!

#psychosocial.

[fulzanin]

decisions to decisions are made and not bought

Astiar's mental state fluctuates. Some days he is entirely bound to instinct and refuses to rise up beyond it in any manner or in in any method. He eats, he sleeps, he wanders around and buzzes just like the insect that he once had been. He is still simple during the days where he talks and seems to be trying to communicate more effectively. Astiar's words are always simple and his motives equally so. However, he is stopped during one of his mundane and normal walks around the camp. He sees something, someone, familiar. It lights up in his mind and the dull lights usually present in his eyes flicker. Kydobi had died. He had seen it during that utter mess of combat where he had stood and done nothing. Astiar hadn't known what to do while the lion had slain him. He still wasn't quite certain what to do about it. He was alive now, But Astiar had thought death to be permanent. He knew it to be.

Talons drag Astiar's form over, him knowing that this was the same person that the stench of death had been on a few days ago. His antennae curl as if it would somehow convey his bewildered mindset other than his widened red eyes. Horns were new. Such a thing didn't quite register spare a brief notion within Astiar's mind. His wings buzz loudly as he approaches, sniffing loudly. Was this really one and the same? The same person that had fed him when a larger portion of food had been stolen from him? He lowers his head and chitters loudly. He keeps his distance, still confused as to how Piers was again alive. Astiar had smelt death. He was utterly confused, bewildered, but delighted. The other was alive, and that was certainly a great thing. Being alive was far greater than being dead. Instinct kept him from dying. He wondered if there was something similar that had, somehow, kept Piers from staying dead. His basic mind can't think more than that simple thought, continuing to buzz and stare.

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

[trojan g.]

[div style="max-width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; opacity: 0.70; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]She had been there, when Piers had died, when Kydobi had mourned over the body of his child, and she had thought it would be the end of it. Unknowing of the magic of the island and the ability to come back from the dead, she'd thought there was a ghost before her when she noticed Piers run into the camp, and her eyes widened, confusion stuck on her features as she looked at the male that looked a lot like Piers, though horns and now a fresh wound on his shoulder appeared. "Wh-" She would begin, taking a step back for but a moment before shaking off her fear and padding forward.

Words tumbling in her head, the female would puff out her chest before finally speaking, managing to get her words out, "I-if you're a ghost, then go away! Don't need a ghost here to make Kydobi more upset." As much as she had disliked their leader, she had been growing fond of him once more, especially after seeing what he'd told the stinky swamp dog at the border last month. "And 'cause you can't be Piers since he's dead, and if you're not a ghost, you gotta be his brother or something, and you didn't live here before, so you tresspassed!" It was the only other option, right?

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[deimos]

His head raised, ears pushing forward as the soft buzzing and humming arrived. That noise had become welcome to him, as much as he didn't know that. He took the initiative, slowly padding towards the great bug. He paused, before speaking softly, his eyes searching the bug's own. "Hey." He spoke, for the first time in Pittian territory with a clear voice. His head tilted gently, his ocean blue eyes softening as he spoke to him. "Thank you for flying me all over the place." He opened his mouth to continue, but a voice came over him.

His head turned, eyes finding Sweeney. A light chuckle came from him as his body turned, his long, thick tail sweeping the ground. If one took great care in studying his body, the large paws on him would tell just how big he was going to get- and the answer was, nothing short of his father, despite the caracal bits deep in him. However, as she continued, a frown touched his muzzle and his tipped ears lowered, pressing against his head. "I'm.. no ghost." He spoke softly, before sighing. Slowly, he sat, his tail curling around him neatly.

There was grief, in his eyes, but he wasn't sure of Sweeney would be able to see that. "My name is Piers. I'm not dead, and I never really had a brother to speak of." He responded, his gaze shifting off to the side. His paws shifted in the sands, a hard look coming over his eyes before he looked back towards the child, then up to Astiar. "Where is my father? Do you two know? I need to see him." He asked, his voice gentle- but scared, oh so scared.

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[Kydobi]

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IM JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: trigger warning ⚠️ corpse ]

It had only been a day but for Kydobi each hour was a dark eternity. No matter the weather his life was casted in a gray haze.

Time passed but he didn’t really process it so it was all a blur to him. What happened didn’t matter. Sure it was selfish. He took no shame in being selfish as he laid there in the hut, cuddling his son’s cold stiff body. Eventually the other Pittians has left him alone to grieve however he did.

But it had been a whole day he hadn’t moved. Thankfully no one had come to bother him as he stared at the wall of the hut. There was no thought and no feeling. His heart would faintly beat, every once in a while he would get a faint sense of pain deep in his soul that was centered in his chest. Yet his mind remained empty, he was in another place.

Pier’s body would be pressed against his chest and wrapped in his embrace. It didn’t register in Kydobi’s mind that there was no good to come from coddling a corpse. There was a glossy look in the jaguar’s fiery eyes although they were far away.

Where he was he couldn’t say, but thankfully it wasn’t that dark damp place called death. Maybe he was stressing over where his son was right now, if anywhere. Maybe he was reminiscing. Or maybe he was hiding himself from reality in the safest corner of his mind where no one could reach him. What happened there none could say but it was a place of comfort and that felt more authentic and real than the chaotic dream he woke up to everyday.

Of course the noises of Astiar could somehow bring him out, or at least return some thought. Because the bug didn’t buzz in such a way for nothing. Besides something about the urgency and confused cadence caught Kydobi’s attention.

His ears would flick back in the direction of the noise to listen to what was happening. Anything short of a raid would probably not get Kydobi up from his spot. His body ached a little from being still for so long but now it was as numb as the rest of him.

His ears perked at the mentioning of his son’s name. From the mouth of Sweeney. Mentioning a ghost, perhaps she was just being a brat per usual. Whatever.

Of course it was fine until he spoke. Kydobi nearly jumped up, accidentally throwing his sons corpse against the wall. He didn’t mind, his heart was thundering as he crouched out the door to look. He would see a familiar body. A strong body.

“PIERS!” he yelled.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[deimos]

His body twitched, ears pressing against his head as he heard something coming from his old hut. His head turned a bit, blinking softly as he caught sight of his father. A tiny grin brushed at his muzzle, healthy, without scarring from the metal that had twisted his last body. He slowly took a step, then rushed towards him, headbutting into his chest first before pressing his cheek up against his father's, body barely crouching in comparison to the larger panthera. He pulled back, however, realizing that people were watching.

His eyes searched his fathers, then looked behind him at the corpse- having being flung against the wall wasn't a good.. sign, of course, but- then back at him. He twitched her ears in a silent understanding, before tugging at his arm, to pull him away from the darkened hut, into the light. He stepped back, looking at his father's eyes, before dropping his to his paws quietly. "I'm sorry." He said, his ears pressing against his head. The caracal-jaguar didn't say anything for a few moments, the worried look on his face transferring to his body.

"I didn't want to die." He said, his voice soft and shaky. "I didn't.. mean to.. I couldn't get up." He whispered, his voice falling back to the fragile, sickened body's own. But his state didn't regress to it as well. He shook his head, shutting himself up.

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[fulzanin]

decisions to decisions are made and not bought

Astiar's red gaze shifted to hear the squeaky voice of youth when Sweeney had appeared. His interactions with the fox children had been near minimal. Antennae wriggled as his head lowered a little further, another chittering noise parting from his jaws. The words that came forth were barely able to register in the simplistic mind of the dragon, but it did manage to sink in. "IS BACK," The dragon screeched out in a mental wave. If he was more in tone with emotions and their meaning, perhaps he would have been able to add a note of delight to those words. Alas, his understanding was minimal and his simplistic mind could still barely manage to understand words. Words that weren't concepts certainly were difficult for him, and the statement 'he's back from the dead' was far too long, too complex, and too out of the ordinary for him to even begin to understand. His wings begin to tone down their buzzing, likely to allow the air to be usable for the actual noise of conversation rather than his never ending, noisy, attention warranting buzzing.

Piers then speaks, and one of the dragon's legs stretch forward to scrape at the ground. He feels something, ensure of what it is. Astiar's sole emotion had always been curiosity. It prompted him to try things that instinct usually would disregard. Delight at the other's return from the dead was, sadly, beyond his level of comprehension. The bubbling feeling and unwavering desire to begin noisily chattering was barely restrained. Astiar can tell that thanks are what are being given to him. The dragon tips his head, and his mandibles click a few times. "GOOD," the dragon replies in response, just as noisy as always. His tail curls, while his head turns, noting that Kydobi was sprinting over. Astiar decides that it would be better for him to step away. Large talons move his body back a few paces in a manner that screams inexperience despite the amount of time he has had within this body. His simplistic mind can barely grasp that, perhaps, the hive leader would like space with his son. It was a hard concept for Astiar to grasp. Thankfully, he did. Would be quite hard to have a heart felt moment with a noisy, chittering bug making all sorts of noisy frequencies.

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