09-18-2019, 10:39 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
To those that were bound by their instinct, it was predators that often would create a fearful response. The ever famous fight or flight that determined whether a creature would turn to face their foe, or flee and leap and spring and use whatever means they had in order to get away. A bird such as a raven did strike fear into Astiar. He was bigger, and it was silly. It subsided quickly when size was taken into account. Astiar came trotting over, mandibles clicking three times over. The head of the dragon lowered a little, the neck of the creature arching. Not to where he was looming over the youth that had fixed the raven's wing. That was not an instinctual thing to do, to loom over someone when instinct said that he was one of the smallest creatures of the food chain.
His head again raised at the sight of the raven taking off. His attention was ensnared, the clicking of his mandibles ceasing. Instead, a chatter sounded. Aster's head turned to watch the dark colored bird move through the air in a way that hulking beasts such as he could not manage. Insects did not swoop and dive and turn in a way that birds did. Perhaps it was to ensure that the bird could not hurt him, despite the difference of size. Perhaps Astiar could, if he tried. Instinct didn't allow the room for such a concept of trial and error. If things worked and did not result in pain or ill-pleasure, then there was no need for the dragon to change what his situation was. The mandibles clicked once more, and he fell silent spare the buzz of his wings. Still watching, head twisting rapidly - almost comedic was his balance as a result, staggering on his six feet.
His head again raised at the sight of the raven taking off. His attention was ensnared, the clicking of his mandibles ceasing. Instead, a chatter sounded. Aster's head turned to watch the dark colored bird move through the air in a way that hulking beasts such as he could not manage. Insects did not swoop and dive and turn in a way that birds did. Perhaps it was to ensure that the bird could not hurt him, despite the difference of size. Perhaps Astiar could, if he tried. Instinct didn't allow the room for such a concept of trial and error. If things worked and did not result in pain or ill-pleasure, then there was no need for the dragon to change what his situation was. The mandibles clicked once more, and he fell silent spare the buzz of his wings. Still watching, head twisting rapidly - almost comedic was his balance as a result, staggering on his six feet.
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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