10-24-2019, 10:27 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
The dragon's stomping feet continued, claws digging into the ground when the opposite foot lifted to aid the stomping. It was similar to how a horse stomped when nervous - only the difference was that this was an insect absolutely frightened beyond belief. The cicada's wings' had a buzz that tore through the air, worse than a symphony of an entire colony of the bug of normal size. His head swung to one side, then the other. Astiar reared up when Redvox began to approach. It was a fearful response, the fear clear in those usually blank and dulled eyes. The dragon never showed much emotion. His maw was stuck in a permanent neutral, and the mandibles that extended from his mouth often kept even curiosity from being portrayed. Fear made them bend, his mouth open to let out frightened hissing noises. The end of his tail was sharp, dangerous, madly swinging about to keep Astiar's balance as he rapidly stomped at the ground. He moved back.
It took the cicada a few seconds to realize that the threat was gone. The sheet covered creature was Redvox. Not that Astiar could make such a connection. An animal could not make such a connection. It was a fact that was made clear by his head turning to one side, then the other, and hissing loudly at the discarded sheet. Another stomp followed, his front feet clicking and clacking and slamming against the ground. It was another chosen way to visualize his discomfort. He had no way to truly voice his concerns. Words were lost to the bug, words meant nothing other than the emotion that was tucked behind him. Laughter, too, was lost to him. His head did turn, his red eyes did stare, but there was no recognition of understanding that it was he who was the source for the strange noise. Astiar could not comprehend how his stomping, rearing, buzzing, hissing, clicking, noisy and frightened self was funny. Such a large creature started by nothing more than a sheet covered person and a jump from the darkness left more to be gathered from how instinctive the beast was. Animals jumped when sudden something frightened them. The cicada was no exception.
His buzzing began to teeter off into short, loud bursts of noise. The hissing noise that came from his parted maw began to lower and die off. Slowly the dragon lowered his head. The hisses turned to a small whimper, conveying his still present fear. The two different sets of blue antennae that extended from his head had previously been sticking up straight into the air. Now they began to relax, curling towards the center spire of his head. Another loud whine, another sharp buzz of his wings. The dragon was not happy, and the heaving and heavy breathing said that terror still flowed freely in his veins. There was speech that was being presented to him. Astiar had tiny little ears, but they did not raise when Redvox spoke. He seemed to be paying attention, but there was no flicker of consciousness in the dragon's red eyes, only the prolonged existence of fear. Slowly the cicada lowered his head further to near eye level. Another buzz of his wings sounded, lasting a longer series of seconds. He scraped at the ground with a talon, another whimper sounded and preceding a few clicks of his mandibles.
It took the cicada a few seconds to realize that the threat was gone. The sheet covered creature was Redvox. Not that Astiar could make such a connection. An animal could not make such a connection. It was a fact that was made clear by his head turning to one side, then the other, and hissing loudly at the discarded sheet. Another stomp followed, his front feet clicking and clacking and slamming against the ground. It was another chosen way to visualize his discomfort. He had no way to truly voice his concerns. Words were lost to the bug, words meant nothing other than the emotion that was tucked behind him. Laughter, too, was lost to him. His head did turn, his red eyes did stare, but there was no recognition of understanding that it was he who was the source for the strange noise. Astiar could not comprehend how his stomping, rearing, buzzing, hissing, clicking, noisy and frightened self was funny. Such a large creature started by nothing more than a sheet covered person and a jump from the darkness left more to be gathered from how instinctive the beast was. Animals jumped when sudden something frightened them. The cicada was no exception.
His buzzing began to teeter off into short, loud bursts of noise. The hissing noise that came from his parted maw began to lower and die off. Slowly the dragon lowered his head. The hisses turned to a small whimper, conveying his still present fear. The two different sets of blue antennae that extended from his head had previously been sticking up straight into the air. Now they began to relax, curling towards the center spire of his head. Another loud whine, another sharp buzz of his wings. The dragon was not happy, and the heaving and heavy breathing said that terror still flowed freely in his veins. There was speech that was being presented to him. Astiar had tiny little ears, but they did not raise when Redvox spoke. He seemed to be paying attention, but there was no flicker of consciousness in the dragon's red eyes, only the prolonged existence of fear. Slowly the cicada lowered his head further to near eye level. Another buzz of his wings sounded, lasting a longer series of seconds. He scraped at the ground with a talon, another whimper sounded and preceding a few clicks of his mandibles.
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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