09-12-2019, 09:29 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
A loud clattering noise came from the cicada looking dragon. His head lowered to watch the other accept his ever gracious offering. The surge of pity had died as quickly as it had came- the pity for their small size, for how they wouldn't be able to eat the trees if he had struggled with it. His mandibles clicked together as he stared. The six limbs of the dragon moved, letting his body arch. It allowed for his head to rest against the ground, staring with his once again blank expression at the wood chunk. Astiar merely was waiting for the other to eat the chunk of wood.
Red eyes watched the feline pull the chunk closer. The dragon's weight shifted, moving back a little. Soft clicks sounded from Astiar as he continued observing and staring at the one that had taken the chunk of his food. The words the other spoke went over his head, just as all attempts at speech did. There was no twitch of an ear or barest of recognition in his compounded red eyes. His wings gave a fitful buzz, watching, waiting. He was growing a little irritated now- that he had shared his food and all the other was doing was merely staring at it. Astiar's lumbering form raised up. The faint buzzing of his wings grew louder, fiercer, snapping his teeth. He could not convey his irritation with words. Even the illest sentience could feel irritation. The cicada looking dragon was no exception.
Astiar moved closer. A talon stepped forward, bringing himself closer to Kydobi. His mandibles were clicking together more rapidly while his red eyes neared an unblinking state. A long sweep of his tail accompanied the motion, stirring up dirt and the other components of the jungle floor. There was a sharp hissing noise coming from his barely parted maw, one that he deemed content to be his irritated noise at this point in time. Another step dragged him closer, trying to stand towering over the feline. It was strange, to be tall after his time as a nymph. It wasn't as if his memory then had been of grandeur- rather most of his thoughts were turned towards the present. The memory of a dragon was far better than that of a mere bug. It allowed the space and power for deeper thought, those that Astiar deemed foreign and refused to embrace. It was instinct he needed. Even that could be overrun, to where he let irritation of the other not eating from his bestowed gift run rampant.
The dragon reached forward with his talons, jabbing in the direction of the wood chunk that he had provided. The motion was jagged, the body's owner not used to being able to craft such definitive motions. His wings let out a surge of louder buzzing, the hissing continuing throughout the awful noise of his wings. His red eyes squinted and narrowed- if he had a lick of greater sentience, one could almost say the expression he bore was near judgmental. He hissed again. Astiar turned suddenly to return to the tree he was eating. Finished was his attempt at communication, where his instincts had finally reclaimed him and reminded his barren and lackluster thoughts that he needed to eat. The dragon was positioned so that he could still stare with his blank expression, teeth and mandibles again sinking into the flesh of the tree that he had felled.
Red eyes watched the feline pull the chunk closer. The dragon's weight shifted, moving back a little. Soft clicks sounded from Astiar as he continued observing and staring at the one that had taken the chunk of his food. The words the other spoke went over his head, just as all attempts at speech did. There was no twitch of an ear or barest of recognition in his compounded red eyes. His wings gave a fitful buzz, watching, waiting. He was growing a little irritated now- that he had shared his food and all the other was doing was merely staring at it. Astiar's lumbering form raised up. The faint buzzing of his wings grew louder, fiercer, snapping his teeth. He could not convey his irritation with words. Even the illest sentience could feel irritation. The cicada looking dragon was no exception.
Astiar moved closer. A talon stepped forward, bringing himself closer to Kydobi. His mandibles were clicking together more rapidly while his red eyes neared an unblinking state. A long sweep of his tail accompanied the motion, stirring up dirt and the other components of the jungle floor. There was a sharp hissing noise coming from his barely parted maw, one that he deemed content to be his irritated noise at this point in time. Another step dragged him closer, trying to stand towering over the feline. It was strange, to be tall after his time as a nymph. It wasn't as if his memory then had been of grandeur- rather most of his thoughts were turned towards the present. The memory of a dragon was far better than that of a mere bug. It allowed the space and power for deeper thought, those that Astiar deemed foreign and refused to embrace. It was instinct he needed. Even that could be overrun, to where he let irritation of the other not eating from his bestowed gift run rampant.
The dragon reached forward with his talons, jabbing in the direction of the wood chunk that he had provided. The motion was jagged, the body's owner not used to being able to craft such definitive motions. His wings let out a surge of louder buzzing, the hissing continuing throughout the awful noise of his wings. His red eyes squinted and narrowed- if he had a lick of greater sentience, one could almost say the expression he bore was near judgmental. He hissed again. Astiar turned suddenly to return to the tree he was eating. Finished was his attempt at communication, where his instincts had finally reclaimed him and reminded his barren and lackluster thoughts that he needed to eat. The dragon was positioned so that he could still stare with his blank expression, teeth and mandibles again sinking into the flesh of the tree that he had felled.
TAGS 9/4/19:
we've got a fire that burns within, we are the dragon hearted
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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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