09-05-2019, 09:48 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'LL SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN, WE'LL CLIMB HIGHER THAN WE'VE EVER BEEN[/glow]
He was not a bee. He was not of a species of insect that was attracted to plants. Not normally, at least. Cicadas lived in the ground for most of their lives, and their time spent where flowers could be visible was usually incredibly short lived. Astiar had been spared such a fate with this new form- it left him terribly confused when the two sets of instincts conflicted. That of a dragon's mentality, and that of what remained from his seventeen years as a bug.
The strange smell of flora had brought upon him a vague sense of curiosity. He lumbered on over, for once his wings being quiet. Of a sort. They still gave out an occasional buzz as he meandered over closer. His body was heavy, and thudded loudly as his feet carried him to the congregation of the newly created garden. The plants still had yet to be planted, and the water had yet to be added, but if Astiar was capable of thought then perhaps he would have been amazed by how well constructed it was already. Alas, he could do no such thing. It only warranted a brief flicker of confusion within him at the sight. A tipping of his head to the side momentarily added on to the internal surge of confusion, but it was gone and diminished as swiftly as it came. The clicking of his mandibles announced his arrival- or, perhaps, it was in addition to a buzz of his wings.
His lanky tail dragged across the ground, lowering his head closer to the earth to look at the dip that had been created to hold water. It confused him, and earned a soft clattering noise. He knew nothing of the construction of a garden. Much less of what a garden even was. Astiar's head swiveled back and forth between the one's that were conversing, and slowly lowered himself into a sit. His blue antennae curled when he finished moving, and a curious sniff came from the dragon after. Astiar thankfully was staying away from where he would accidentally break anything with his hulking size- that, and his incapability to recognize that this was a project meant he probably would have destroyed something without even acknowledging it. His head was lowered, his attention spent on the hole that would soon be holding water. Mandibles clicked a few more times as Astiar briefly turned his head to those that had congregated here before him. A claw extended, scratching at the dirt- curling to lift the broken free debris from the hole. The act was done slowly, and an equally as slow chatter accompanied such.
The strange smell of flora had brought upon him a vague sense of curiosity. He lumbered on over, for once his wings being quiet. Of a sort. They still gave out an occasional buzz as he meandered over closer. His body was heavy, and thudded loudly as his feet carried him to the congregation of the newly created garden. The plants still had yet to be planted, and the water had yet to be added, but if Astiar was capable of thought then perhaps he would have been amazed by how well constructed it was already. Alas, he could do no such thing. It only warranted a brief flicker of confusion within him at the sight. A tipping of his head to the side momentarily added on to the internal surge of confusion, but it was gone and diminished as swiftly as it came. The clicking of his mandibles announced his arrival- or, perhaps, it was in addition to a buzz of his wings.
His lanky tail dragged across the ground, lowering his head closer to the earth to look at the dip that had been created to hold water. It confused him, and earned a soft clattering noise. He knew nothing of the construction of a garden. Much less of what a garden even was. Astiar's head swiveled back and forth between the one's that were conversing, and slowly lowered himself into a sit. His blue antennae curled when he finished moving, and a curious sniff came from the dragon after. Astiar thankfully was staying away from where he would accidentally break anything with his hulking size- that, and his incapability to recognize that this was a project meant he probably would have destroyed something without even acknowledging it. His head was lowered, his attention spent on the hole that would soon be holding water. Mandibles clicked a few more times as Astiar briefly turned his head to those that had congregated here before him. A claw extended, scratching at the dirt- curling to lift the broken free debris from the hole. The act was done slowly, and an equally as slow chatter accompanied such.
TAGS 9/4/19:
[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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