09-18-2019, 10:30 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
Astiar could not speak. It was something he was not capable of doing. He could not say his name, he could not say what he was good at. If so, in truth, the only thing he'd really done was a heap of deforestation. The insect knocked over a tree a week, munching it down in the span of a few hours. Thankfully there was a whole jungle for his talons and mandibles to sink into, and it would be a long while, if ever, he actually made a dent in ruining the jungle. His wings were buzzing softly as he lumbered over. The red eyes of the dragon landed on Kydobi. He was more familiar with this one, and elected he would come to stand next to the other. It was familiarity that drove him forward. Yes, he knew the one that was speaking- although that interaction had been once, whereas the ones with the feline he came to a stiff stance next to were much more prevalent.
A soft clicking noise sounded from Astiar, staring at Fourthwall with his ever neutral expression. He couldn't answer the other's question; it was debatable if the dragon knew that a question had been asked in the first place. There wasn't a flicker of confusion nor recognition resting on his face. Such was the way of a hulking beast that knew not of the ways of civil and structured life. But a mere insect, his mind said, the clicking of his mandibles continuing. His head lowered, ears raising as he listened. He said not a word, just made the mindless noise that was always present in his presence. Astiar remained still, head turning to follow the speaking that was being lifted to the air. A twitch of his tail and the previous movement of his head were all that he did after he approached. Minus the mandible clicking, and the ever present faint buzz of his twitchy wings.
//imagine your character being able to voice their nonexistent skills-
A soft clicking noise sounded from Astiar, staring at Fourthwall with his ever neutral expression. He couldn't answer the other's question; it was debatable if the dragon knew that a question had been asked in the first place. There wasn't a flicker of confusion nor recognition resting on his face. Such was the way of a hulking beast that knew not of the ways of civil and structured life. But a mere insect, his mind said, the clicking of his mandibles continuing. His head lowered, ears raising as he listened. He said not a word, just made the mindless noise that was always present in his presence. Astiar remained still, head turning to follow the speaking that was being lifted to the air. A twitch of his tail and the previous movement of his head were all that he did after he approached. Minus the mandible clicking, and the ever present faint buzz of his twitchy wings.
//imagine your character being able to voice their nonexistent skills-
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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