11-25-2019, 02:50 PM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
Discovering that he could somewhat eat flesh had been a startling discovery. He had never thought that he would be able to eat the very creatures that would have tried to eat him had he remained a cicada. The taste was odd. It was far less favorable than plant matter, and such made sense. It provided more energy to him, a creature that commonly ate plant matter. Meat provided energy too, just not as much as he was used to. His usual food source had been the jungle that surrounded the Pitt. More than enough trees to keep the insect sated and more than enough to not cause deforestation in the process. That had been one of the first concerns to arise when the dragon had revealed his diet of eating entire trees in order to fuel his massive body. Trees was all the dragon ever had to eat. Then there had been the fire. The flames that had accompanied the raid - not that Astiar truly even understood that there had been a raid. No trees, hardly any plant matter. What was left was covered in ash, and he could barely manage to scrape out roots and shoots to eat. He had eaten meat in order to ensure his survival, but it was not as if he fancied it severely. Meat was strange, and it did not sit well in his gut. He preferred trees and plants and his normal diet to an extreme over the flesh of creatures that, technically, had once been his predators.
It provided him the energy needed to think of something he could do. He had been on a search for different trees not too long ago. Yes, he had grown distracted and accidentally wound up kidnapping someone. The mind of a person bound to instinct was fickle, but it provided him with knowledge as to where trees, hopefully, were. Heaving his body off the ground was already hard - even more so when he had hunger nipping at him. He'd manage, though. Astiar was bound to his instincts, and those were what kept him alive. The rapid flapping of his wings was loud and noisy. Getting across the desert was a difficult task, but the dragon had managed. Astiar's landing was a little messy. The sight of all these trees was absolutely astounding after searching through a burnt landscape for days on end. He knew he'd have to find a nice, big tree, though. He didn't want to expel even more energy to knock it down if it meant that eating the tree wouldn't fully satisfy him. His claws curled as he lumbered along, wings occasionally buzzing to announce his presence.
In addition to his noise was his smell. Astiar mostly smelt of ash, in all honesty. The ash of the burnt jungle where he desperately had been searching for plant matter to eat. Bits of burnt plants stuck to the gaps in his thick, scaly hide. He didn't exactly have the mental process to think about cleaning his scales, especially not when he was absolutely hungry. Barely any thought had begun to matter above his hunger - not that Astiar could actually think in the first place. Under the smell of ash was, of course, the smell of the Pitt. Fainter, yes, but it was certainly there. His mandibles clicked a few times, finally finding a tree of decent size. He headbutted and slammed into the massive plant until he finally got it knocked down. It wasn't a large tree, nor a small one. Just a random tree in the forest, randomly selected to be decent by his instinct bound mind. Astiar rolled the tree over after it had collapsed onto the ground, scraping at the bark with his talons. The dragon then munched down on the revealed softer part of the tree. His secondary feet scraped the ground, struggling against the stiff bark of the tree. His wings continued buzzing in a far more sporadic manner. Eating a tree was a long process, even for a massive dragon such as Astiar. Trespassing? It wasn't a concept in his mind. He was too deeply bound to sating his hunger to even realize that the smell here made his ashy scent stick out like the hay in a needlestack.
It provided him the energy needed to think of something he could do. He had been on a search for different trees not too long ago. Yes, he had grown distracted and accidentally wound up kidnapping someone. The mind of a person bound to instinct was fickle, but it provided him with knowledge as to where trees, hopefully, were. Heaving his body off the ground was already hard - even more so when he had hunger nipping at him. He'd manage, though. Astiar was bound to his instincts, and those were what kept him alive. The rapid flapping of his wings was loud and noisy. Getting across the desert was a difficult task, but the dragon had managed. Astiar's landing was a little messy. The sight of all these trees was absolutely astounding after searching through a burnt landscape for days on end. He knew he'd have to find a nice, big tree, though. He didn't want to expel even more energy to knock it down if it meant that eating the tree wouldn't fully satisfy him. His claws curled as he lumbered along, wings occasionally buzzing to announce his presence.
In addition to his noise was his smell. Astiar mostly smelt of ash, in all honesty. The ash of the burnt jungle where he desperately had been searching for plant matter to eat. Bits of burnt plants stuck to the gaps in his thick, scaly hide. He didn't exactly have the mental process to think about cleaning his scales, especially not when he was absolutely hungry. Barely any thought had begun to matter above his hunger - not that Astiar could actually think in the first place. Under the smell of ash was, of course, the smell of the Pitt. Fainter, yes, but it was certainly there. His mandibles clicked a few times, finally finding a tree of decent size. He headbutted and slammed into the massive plant until he finally got it knocked down. It wasn't a large tree, nor a small one. Just a random tree in the forest, randomly selected to be decent by his instinct bound mind. Astiar rolled the tree over after it had collapsed onto the ground, scraping at the bark with his talons. The dragon then munched down on the revealed softer part of the tree. His secondary feet scraped the ground, struggling against the stiff bark of the tree. His wings continued buzzing in a far more sporadic manner. Eating a tree was a long process, even for a massive dragon such as Astiar. Trespassing? It wasn't a concept in his mind. He was too deeply bound to sating his hunger to even realize that the smell here made his ashy scent stick out like the hay in a needlestack.
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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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