10-02-2019, 07:45 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
Astiar didn't really take in the changing color of the leaves. In his mind, the trees only served as a food source. He knocked them over when he was hungry and sunk his mandibles in to munch on the felled bark. His claws would shred away the harder, external bark, and then he was able to help himself. The color changing leaves usually weren't his target for eating. Sometimes they were tasty, and Astiar would strip off the branches as well. Usually, though, they weren't tastier than the bark was. He preferred what he knew would work, what would provide him with energy and sustenance. He, in truth, had been searching for one to go and eat at the time when he heard the loud crash of a body into a pile of leaves.
Allergies were not something that he understood. He hadn't ever had an allergic reaction of his own before. It was the same for joyfully leaping into a pile of leaves. An animal that was firmly bound to their instincts had no time for a thing such as playtime. The barest amount of curiosity, though? That Astiar could manage. He came striding over, mostly due to the sneezes. A click of his mandibles announced his presence as he approached. The swears and sporadic movements went over his head, alongside what likely should have been a feeling of concern. A buzz of his wings sounded. Instead of investigating the gat, his horned head shoved into the leaf pile. It was a brief inspection before he pulled his head backwards from the mound, six legs carrying him a pace backward. His antennae raised, not quite sure what the sneezing noise was supposed to be. Sneezing was not possible for insects, and his barest form of curiosity made him blankly stare and watch. The cicada did not try to help the other up, or to ease the sneezing fit - if anything, putting his head in the pile had gotten a few fibers stuck to his scaly face. Another click of his mandibles sounded whilst his blank staring continued.
Allergies were not something that he understood. He hadn't ever had an allergic reaction of his own before. It was the same for joyfully leaping into a pile of leaves. An animal that was firmly bound to their instincts had no time for a thing such as playtime. The barest amount of curiosity, though? That Astiar could manage. He came striding over, mostly due to the sneezes. A click of his mandibles announced his presence as he approached. The swears and sporadic movements went over his head, alongside what likely should have been a feeling of concern. A buzz of his wings sounded. Instead of investigating the gat, his horned head shoved into the leaf pile. It was a brief inspection before he pulled his head backwards from the mound, six legs carrying him a pace backward. His antennae raised, not quite sure what the sneezing noise was supposed to be. Sneezing was not possible for insects, and his barest form of curiosity made him blankly stare and watch. The cicada did not try to help the other up, or to ease the sneezing fit - if anything, putting his head in the pile had gotten a few fibers stuck to his scaly face. Another click of his mandibles sounded whilst his blank staring continued.
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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