08-31-2019, 10:51 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'LL SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN, WE'LL CLIMB HIGHER THAN WE'VE EVER BEEN[/glow]
The attempts of trying to coax the draganoid insect into speaking resulted in a lapse of silence on the creature’s end. Senseless noise it was to him, making his antennae twitch as it was heard. His mouth pressed tightly shut, growing used to it’s foreign presence. Sharp teeth were prodded at by his forked tongue, before he again opened his maw to let out a sharp and shrill shriek. His tail slowly began moving, lifting from where it before had laid lifeless and steaming on the ground. Wings were still twitching and solidifying, fanning and sending steam curling through the air. His six feet each had three claws, which dig into the ground as he began to stand more upright. Energy was being provided by the adrenaline of another creature showing up. Foreign. Astiar’s instincts still pivoted on that of a bug’s, and it was that of one on the lowest end of the food chain.
The words didn’t settle in his mind, and his head turned when another person showed up. That was more of them than there were of him, his wings giving off another shrill buzz. His mouth rapidly opened and closed, the mandibles on the side clicking together in rapid succession. The feeling of a mouth rather than mandibles alone was equally as foreign to Astiar as was the rest of this strange gargantuan change. A deep rumble sounded from the insect looking dragon, shifting his weight between his six legs.
This one, the recent one, made more noise than the rest of them had. Louder than the first. His mandibles clicked together again, and a shaky step forward was taken. The steam was almost gone now, letting his pristine and new scales glint unhindered in the morning light. The red eyes squinted, before making a sharp chatter noise. It was wordless, and in truth he was only copying the tone conveyed of the most recent speaker. Experimenting with his capabilities, of a mouth and mind that could probably comprehend and produce speech: just not at the current time. The mind of the massive creature was set on obeying, and it was instinct that was his master. Yet it provided no need to flee, and it left Astiar without prompt for what he was supposed to do in such a strange and foreign situation. His head kept turning, looking between the three, and then back to his wings. Another sharp buzz sounded- really, he didn’t seem able to keep quiet. There was no understanding of what had happened to him to be found in his mind.
Another small step forward was taken; though really he would have to take six steps before the dragon even began to make any progress forward. A few of his feet forward and the others still resting behind him made his weight unsteady, and then he fell. Disgruntled hisses sounded when he collapsed on his belly, his wings madly buzzing to convey more of his protest. Falling made his head lay against the ground, more so to eye level than below. From his emotionless expression arose confusion, glinting in the vibrant red eyes that he possessed. The cicada didn’t seem to know how to get up with all this weight, and his middle set of legs stuck out from his sides and kicked at the dirt in a pitiful manner.
//mobile but hopefully still of decent quality!
The words didn’t settle in his mind, and his head turned when another person showed up. That was more of them than there were of him, his wings giving off another shrill buzz. His mouth rapidly opened and closed, the mandibles on the side clicking together in rapid succession. The feeling of a mouth rather than mandibles alone was equally as foreign to Astiar as was the rest of this strange gargantuan change. A deep rumble sounded from the insect looking dragon, shifting his weight between his six legs.
This one, the recent one, made more noise than the rest of them had. Louder than the first. His mandibles clicked together again, and a shaky step forward was taken. The steam was almost gone now, letting his pristine and new scales glint unhindered in the morning light. The red eyes squinted, before making a sharp chatter noise. It was wordless, and in truth he was only copying the tone conveyed of the most recent speaker. Experimenting with his capabilities, of a mouth and mind that could probably comprehend and produce speech: just not at the current time. The mind of the massive creature was set on obeying, and it was instinct that was his master. Yet it provided no need to flee, and it left Astiar without prompt for what he was supposed to do in such a strange and foreign situation. His head kept turning, looking between the three, and then back to his wings. Another sharp buzz sounded- really, he didn’t seem able to keep quiet. There was no understanding of what had happened to him to be found in his mind.
Another small step forward was taken; though really he would have to take six steps before the dragon even began to make any progress forward. A few of his feet forward and the others still resting behind him made his weight unsteady, and then he fell. Disgruntled hisses sounded when he collapsed on his belly, his wings madly buzzing to convey more of his protest. Falling made his head lay against the ground, more so to eye level than below. From his emotionless expression arose confusion, glinting in the vibrant red eyes that he possessed. The cicada didn’t seem to know how to get up with all this weight, and his middle set of legs stuck out from his sides and kicked at the dirt in a pitiful manner.
//mobile but hopefully still of decent quality!
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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