08-30-2019, 10:01 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'LL SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN, WE'LL CLIMB HIGHER THAN WE'VE EVER BEEN[/glow]
A pair of red eyes slowly lifted to look at the one that had approached. They didn't narrow, but rather stared in an unblinking mannerism. They reflected the light through the trees, as well as his pristine scales. The smoke was less now that his body was cooling. There was less heat contacting cooler air, and the steam and smoke began to taper off.
There was no indication that a word that came from the vixen was comprehended. The four blue antennae that waved in a gentle breeze remained upright. Noise, it sounded like noise to him. It befuddled him as if he had some deep instinct that said he knew what this creature before him was saying. Yet his upper consciousness didn't. Strange and wrong, it went against what he knew deep within. His fear, the fight or flight response, was diminished when he noticed how much bigger he was. From being near the bottom of the food chain to now a massive predator was a startling change. It didn't rework his brain much, but the knowledge that he was bigger made him not flee.
Slowly his six legs moved. They were the coolest part of his body, and the steam had swiftly cleared from the limbs. It was his wings that had the steam still leaving them, they were still fluttering in the morning's light. An experimental noise parted his maw. Loud and emotionless, the noise, as his face then scrunched up. Astiar wasn't sure what the noise was meant for. It made little sense to him. His scales loudly clicked as his head turned to gaze at his wings, legs moving to hoist himself from the cool earth below. They were taking their sweet time to solidify. There was no answer to the other's inquiries, no expression on the dragon's face.
Astiar lifted one of his legs. The limb was stretched, claws splaying: an experimental step forward was what progressed. His tail laid limp on the ground behind him, being one of the bigger sources of steam still rising from his scales spare his wings. Perhaps the best expression to be gleaned from his face was indeed that of exhaustion. His head was still lowered, and a sharp twitch went through his antennae. The dragon experimentally flapped his wings, emitting a horrific loud buzz as that all cicadas created. His wings still possessed the ability, despite his new dragonoid build. It accompanied another screeching noise that came from his parted maw, the noise that was of little answer to the question of the vixen that had approached.
There was no indication that a word that came from the vixen was comprehended. The four blue antennae that waved in a gentle breeze remained upright. Noise, it sounded like noise to him. It befuddled him as if he had some deep instinct that said he knew what this creature before him was saying. Yet his upper consciousness didn't. Strange and wrong, it went against what he knew deep within. His fear, the fight or flight response, was diminished when he noticed how much bigger he was. From being near the bottom of the food chain to now a massive predator was a startling change. It didn't rework his brain much, but the knowledge that he was bigger made him not flee.
Slowly his six legs moved. They were the coolest part of his body, and the steam had swiftly cleared from the limbs. It was his wings that had the steam still leaving them, they were still fluttering in the morning's light. An experimental noise parted his maw. Loud and emotionless, the noise, as his face then scrunched up. Astiar wasn't sure what the noise was meant for. It made little sense to him. His scales loudly clicked as his head turned to gaze at his wings, legs moving to hoist himself from the cool earth below. They were taking their sweet time to solidify. There was no answer to the other's inquiries, no expression on the dragon's face.
Astiar lifted one of his legs. The limb was stretched, claws splaying: an experimental step forward was what progressed. His tail laid limp on the ground behind him, being one of the bigger sources of steam still rising from his scales spare his wings. Perhaps the best expression to be gleaned from his face was indeed that of exhaustion. His head was still lowered, and a sharp twitch went through his antennae. The dragon experimentally flapped his wings, emitting a horrific loud buzz as that all cicadas created. His wings still possessed the ability, despite his new dragonoid build. It accompanied another screeching noise that came from his parted maw, the noise that was of little answer to the question of the vixen that had approached.
TAGS 8/30/29:
[glow=#000,1,400]WE’VE GOT A FIRE THAT BURNS WITHIN, WE ARE THE DRAGONHEARTED [/glow]
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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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