09-16-2019, 10:59 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
The dragon didn't seem to notice the swift movement that sent the wood chunk flying. His attention was settled on the tree that he had knocked down to eat. He had eaten quite a decent portion by now. Sharp talons pried the bark away so that his mandibles and teeth could sink into the softer flesh of the tree beneath. Astiar did pause and raise his head, and stared at Kydobi for a good, long moment. He gave a rumble, seeming satisfied with the lacking presence of the wood chunk. His mind swiftly supplied that the other had eaten such, despite the noisy protests. They barely registered as protests in the simple barren mind of the insect. Just noise, irritated noise at that.
It was the approach of another small creature that made him shuffle up into a stand. His mandibles clicked together once, lowering his head. Astiar remained hunkered over the tree, and his face scrunched up in what could be considered the barest of thought. Talons sunk into the bark, tearing out a section of the bark. He was again offering up some of his food, carrying it over to the small terrier that had approached. The comment of not liking his presence was ignored. Astiar dropped the splintered piece of wood before the newcomer, and nudged it forward with his head. It was done in the near same demeanor as it had presented the wood to Kydobi. A small and gentle buzz of his wings followed. It was a notion of pity for the creatures smaller than him, that they wouldn't be able to have access to the food. Astiar did not comprehend the protests that no one but him was able to eat the pulp of the trees. The tail of the dragon moved slowly back and forth, resting on the ground. His head remained lowered, waiting and watching for the wood chunk he had offered to be taken.
It was the approach of another small creature that made him shuffle up into a stand. His mandibles clicked together once, lowering his head. Astiar remained hunkered over the tree, and his face scrunched up in what could be considered the barest of thought. Talons sunk into the bark, tearing out a section of the bark. He was again offering up some of his food, carrying it over to the small terrier that had approached. The comment of not liking his presence was ignored. Astiar dropped the splintered piece of wood before the newcomer, and nudged it forward with his head. It was done in the near same demeanor as it had presented the wood to Kydobi. A small and gentle buzz of his wings followed. It was a notion of pity for the creatures smaller than him, that they wouldn't be able to have access to the food. Astiar did not comprehend the protests that no one but him was able to eat the pulp of the trees. The tail of the dragon moved slowly back and forth, resting on the ground. His head remained lowered, waiting and watching for the wood chunk he had offered to be taken.
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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