09-04-2019, 10:47 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'LL SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN, WE'LL CLIMB HIGHER THAN WE'VE EVER BEEN[/glow]
Walking had been such a hard feat for him. This body was so much heavier than he had been as a mere larvae. So much bigger too. It was strange, to see things that had once towered over him now be rather pathetic in size. Especially roots and leaves. They were so...small to him now. Very puny. Just like his would be predators. Birds were small. Scavengers were small. He towered over them all at his absurd height. Astiar almost, almost could feel humored by such a thing.
Right now all he could feel was hunger. It twisted at his gut and made him feel irritable. What was he to eat? He had gone exploring a few days ago, and had found that around the jungle there was nothing but desert. There was absolutely no way he was going out there. His black scales, instinct told him, would bake him in the heat. He was used to the coolness of living underground- that's where he had been for seventeen years, after all. He had tried nonetheless, venturing out into the sand for a few hours. He had returned spitting and hissing and guzzling down the first source of water that he could find.
Astiar still wasn't used to his size. He had been trying to clamber up a tree, in a way that a bug usually would. It was something that was done without thinking- not that Astiar truly thought. It had creaked from his weight, and his claws scrabbled as he fell to the ground. An angered bellow parted his jaws, followed by him harshly smacking the tree with his tail. He wasn't sure what he was to even eat- instinct argued with itself over such issue. Mandibles loudly clicked together as he swung his head, shooing away a fly. His head shake had turned his attention to the tree that he had collapsed under. Red eyes squinted, and a clatter sounded from him. There was the tilt of his head, and then he bit into the bark of the tree.
His digestive system, while bigger, still required the food that cicadas ate. Wood pulp, roots, and smaller insects or grubs had all fallen into that category. While smaller insects likely wouldn't sate the hunger due to the difference in size, such a massive tree surely would. Talons rested against the bark, and he slowly began pushing. Something deep down said that this was an equal revenge for him not being able to clamber up the tree with ease. He roared in anger when he failed to fell the tree with his slow pushing. Moving backwards, the dragon then charged into the tree, knocking into it with a scaly shoulder. He continued until finally the tree somewhat had capsized. Roots were now easier for him to access, and Astiar again sunk his teeth in.
Such a large creature certainly could eat a lot. He had eaten quite a lot of the tree in a swift mannerism, having begun with the roots of the thing and then continued on. His wings were noisily buzzing behind him, lifted in the air as his body arched over the tree. His mandibles and beak-like mouth pecked away bark to reveal the softer pulp of the tree beneath. The long tail of the beast flicked slowly back and forth behind him as he feasted upon the felled tree. It truly wasn't a normality, to eat a tree- even then the noise was absolutely horrendous. Astiar, never in any context, could be considered a sneaky dragon. Especially not when it came to the loud noise of a tree against the dirt, and then said tree being heartily consumed by a dragon, with the noise of a cicada multiplied a good couple times over accompanying the crunch and splintering of wood.
Right now all he could feel was hunger. It twisted at his gut and made him feel irritable. What was he to eat? He had gone exploring a few days ago, and had found that around the jungle there was nothing but desert. There was absolutely no way he was going out there. His black scales, instinct told him, would bake him in the heat. He was used to the coolness of living underground- that's where he had been for seventeen years, after all. He had tried nonetheless, venturing out into the sand for a few hours. He had returned spitting and hissing and guzzling down the first source of water that he could find.
Astiar still wasn't used to his size. He had been trying to clamber up a tree, in a way that a bug usually would. It was something that was done without thinking- not that Astiar truly thought. It had creaked from his weight, and his claws scrabbled as he fell to the ground. An angered bellow parted his jaws, followed by him harshly smacking the tree with his tail. He wasn't sure what he was to even eat- instinct argued with itself over such issue. Mandibles loudly clicked together as he swung his head, shooing away a fly. His head shake had turned his attention to the tree that he had collapsed under. Red eyes squinted, and a clatter sounded from him. There was the tilt of his head, and then he bit into the bark of the tree.
His digestive system, while bigger, still required the food that cicadas ate. Wood pulp, roots, and smaller insects or grubs had all fallen into that category. While smaller insects likely wouldn't sate the hunger due to the difference in size, such a massive tree surely would. Talons rested against the bark, and he slowly began pushing. Something deep down said that this was an equal revenge for him not being able to clamber up the tree with ease. He roared in anger when he failed to fell the tree with his slow pushing. Moving backwards, the dragon then charged into the tree, knocking into it with a scaly shoulder. He continued until finally the tree somewhat had capsized. Roots were now easier for him to access, and Astiar again sunk his teeth in.
Such a large creature certainly could eat a lot. He had eaten quite a lot of the tree in a swift mannerism, having begun with the roots of the thing and then continued on. His wings were noisily buzzing behind him, lifted in the air as his body arched over the tree. His mandibles and beak-like mouth pecked away bark to reveal the softer pulp of the tree beneath. The long tail of the beast flicked slowly back and forth behind him as he feasted upon the felled tree. It truly wasn't a normality, to eat a tree- even then the noise was absolutely horrendous. Astiar, never in any context, could be considered a sneaky dragon. Especially not when it came to the loud noise of a tree against the dirt, and then said tree being heartily consumed by a dragon, with the noise of a cicada multiplied a good couple times over accompanying the crunch and splintering of wood.
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[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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