10-16-2019, 10:13 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
The feeling ants crawling on his scales was unfamiliar. They couldn't pierce his thick hide, and so they mostly milled about against his pelt. They blended in rather well, the dark colors of the ants against his equally as dark form. They were both of the bug mentality, Astiar and the ants. He didn't mind them being there. They weren't hurting him in the slightest. The feeling was strange and foreign, and he lifted an arm to watch them crawl about. There was an absurd amount of ants present. They had made their home in that log for quite some time. Not that ants could be angry about their home suddenly being moved. Would they be, even if they were capable of thought? Now they had a plethora of mildly rotten food to bring back to their colony. That was likely why they swarmed the pile of food - that, and the natural defense of ants to be to swarm whatever had disturbed their colony. Swarming Astiar had done little to nothing, and so the ants simply went about with their usual ant business.
Suddenly he heard noise. It was the noise Astiar was beginning to associate with those of the group. It usually was a senseless noise, one that he couldn't understand. His ears flicked as the gat came marching over. While Astiar could not understand the words that were being used, he could vaguely grasp the tone. It was hot and heated, and it added to the pricking feeling that the ants created by milling about on his darkened scales. A chatter sounded from his jaws, caused by a slight clicking of his mandibles and the blowing of air. He wasn't really forming speech nor making any progress. Astiar's head lowered to the ground, ears lowering. A whine parted from the dragon's jaws. He didn't like this tone. He didn't understand what was being said in the slightest. Being approached in such a fuming mannerism triggered the instinct that came from being a dragon. He shuffled and lowered the rest of his body against the ground. He made his massive form fold in a submissive way. An apology of sorts, not that in truth he was capable of understanding what he was doing. Astiar only wanted for the loud and angry noises to stop. His wings buzzed loudly, as if trying to cover up Redvox's angry words.
Kydobi was a familiar sight to Astiar. The other had been there when he had first shown up. In Astiar's mind - as loose a term as that was - the leopard was definitely a part of the colony that the cicada cared for. His mentality of care was vague and bendable. His chattering came to a close, and turned into a more pleased rumbling noise. His head sharply raised when he realized that Kydobi was finally addressing him. The dragon shuffled closer, a click of his mandibles following. His tail flicked towards the log that he had dragged in. It was the barest form of seeking approval, that he had brought what he had deemed edible material back for the colony. After all, as far as Astiar knew, Kydobi had eaten the chunk of wood that the cicada had presented a while ago. He did have an ability of memory, in it's barest form. He payed deeper attention, clicking when he noticed that the other frowned. He rose up into a stand, shuffling between his six feet with a few more clicks following suit. His full height was far taller than sitting, especially more so than where he had previously been pushing himself into the dirt and noisily buzzing his wings to keep from hearing the full hostility of Redvox's words. Some ants went and tumbled from the movement, but ants certainly didn't die from falling.
Suddenly he heard noise. It was the noise Astiar was beginning to associate with those of the group. It usually was a senseless noise, one that he couldn't understand. His ears flicked as the gat came marching over. While Astiar could not understand the words that were being used, he could vaguely grasp the tone. It was hot and heated, and it added to the pricking feeling that the ants created by milling about on his darkened scales. A chatter sounded from his jaws, caused by a slight clicking of his mandibles and the blowing of air. He wasn't really forming speech nor making any progress. Astiar's head lowered to the ground, ears lowering. A whine parted from the dragon's jaws. He didn't like this tone. He didn't understand what was being said in the slightest. Being approached in such a fuming mannerism triggered the instinct that came from being a dragon. He shuffled and lowered the rest of his body against the ground. He made his massive form fold in a submissive way. An apology of sorts, not that in truth he was capable of understanding what he was doing. Astiar only wanted for the loud and angry noises to stop. His wings buzzed loudly, as if trying to cover up Redvox's angry words.
Kydobi was a familiar sight to Astiar. The other had been there when he had first shown up. In Astiar's mind - as loose a term as that was - the leopard was definitely a part of the colony that the cicada cared for. His mentality of care was vague and bendable. His chattering came to a close, and turned into a more pleased rumbling noise. His head sharply raised when he realized that Kydobi was finally addressing him. The dragon shuffled closer, a click of his mandibles following. His tail flicked towards the log that he had dragged in. It was the barest form of seeking approval, that he had brought what he had deemed edible material back for the colony. After all, as far as Astiar knew, Kydobi had eaten the chunk of wood that the cicada had presented a while ago. He did have an ability of memory, in it's barest form. He payed deeper attention, clicking when he noticed that the other frowned. He rose up into a stand, shuffling between his six feet with a few more clicks following suit. His full height was far taller than sitting, especially more so than where he had previously been pushing himself into the dirt and noisily buzzing his wings to keep from hearing the full hostility of Redvox's words. Some ants went and tumbled from the movement, but ants certainly didn't die from falling.
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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