11-12-2019, 11:26 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
The closest Astiar could associate leaving to would be migration. Both required moving locations in a massive swarm. The cicada, of course, didn't quite comprehend the words that were being said. Promising to treat other people well, to be a leader? They soared right over the insect's head. A lot did. Astiar's comprehension was minimal. It was restricted to tones and in rare cases expressions. His wings softly buzzed as he came over, his common noise that always announced his ever noisy presence. His head turned, watching a youth bound towards the Gat and grace an embrace. Not that Astiar fully understood the motion.
The insect provided his greeting, the one that had specifically been crafted for Redvox. He had done such for Kydobi as well - even if the other had died in the combat not long ago. Astiar hadn't intervened in that fight. He had stood amidst the chaos and watched it unfold, not sure in the slightest as to what had happened. His wings loudly buzzed, then scraping at the ground beneath him with the second foot of his left side. His mandibles quietly clicked. Astiar could barely grasp the notion that the other was leaving. That was saddening, barely, to him. First Kydobi, and now the Gat; the two members of the Pitt that Astiar had fully grasped caring about. The cicada lowered his head a little, shifting his weight. He would not be following. Maybe, if Astiar knew of how his food source was absolutely demolished due to the fire, he would. But here was where the dragon considered his home, unaware of the entire conflict that had been brewing for a long time coming. His tail swung slowly behind him, clicking his mandibles, staring with his ever blank red eyes. Perhaps that was his own version of his farewell. Hard to tell, as it was with anything involving the noisy cicada.
The insect provided his greeting, the one that had specifically been crafted for Redvox. He had done such for Kydobi as well - even if the other had died in the combat not long ago. Astiar hadn't intervened in that fight. He had stood amidst the chaos and watched it unfold, not sure in the slightest as to what had happened. His wings loudly buzzed, then scraping at the ground beneath him with the second foot of his left side. His mandibles quietly clicked. Astiar could barely grasp the notion that the other was leaving. That was saddening, barely, to him. First Kydobi, and now the Gat; the two members of the Pitt that Astiar had fully grasped caring about. The cicada lowered his head a little, shifting his weight. He would not be following. Maybe, if Astiar knew of how his food source was absolutely demolished due to the fire, he would. But here was where the dragon considered his home, unaware of the entire conflict that had been brewing for a long time coming. His tail swung slowly behind him, clicking his mandibles, staring with his ever blank red eyes. Perhaps that was his own version of his farewell. Hard to tell, as it was with anything involving the noisy cicada.
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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