12-02-2019, 11:06 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
With the brief lapse in fighting, the cicada raised a leg to look at his scorched flesh. It had bubbled and sizzled from the burning and heat. It hurt, severely, even after the lion had been thrown away from the wound. It burned still, and his whines were filled with echoes of pain. His wings buzzed slowly, uncertain what he could do to ease the wound. What was he to do in order to make the burning cease? Astiar wasn't sure. He couldn't think that deeply, his mind was stuck at surface level. The dragon's antennae twitched, curling and remaining in a state of uncertainty. Astiar tested his limb's ability to hold his weight, lowering the injured limb back to the ground. Another whine, louder, when his body buckled a little. Astiar had five other legs to use, though, and so he was easily able to keep his leg raised and mostly keep his balance. His head lifted back to Aurum, staring at the lava that was still dribbling forth. Burning, he came to associate the strange glowing sludge with the feeling of pain.
Seeing the other rush forward again, the dragon was absolutely startled. Again he reared up, backpedaling away. He stumbled back onto all of his legs again. More screeches of submission came past his mandibles. His wings were buzzing louder now, panicked and frenzied. The burning was coming again, and claws were getting close to his front. Astiar backpedaled in a near stumble like mannerism. His legs struggled with the concept of backwards movement clearly. His bitten leg remained raised, giving the dragon a limping gait to his forced movements. When Aurum began speaking and shouting at him again, Astiar returned such with another surge of pathetic screeches of submission. This had worked before. His noises of yield had made shouting stop before. It was all he had to go off of in this situation, and so the learned behavior was exactly what the cicada continued to do. He almost stumbled over his lanky tail, having to use his burnt leg in order to keep himself upright. The cicada did not strike back, though. His kind did not fight. They were low on the food chain. Ants could fight, they were a good example of an insect that could perform self defense. Not Astiar, not his cicada-bound mindset. Having to use his injured leg warranted a shout of pain, again rearing and thrashing as if he had been bitten once again.
If he was supposed to take the hint for where he was supposed to go, the insect was not grasping it. The dragon's mind was split between hunger and fear. He was desperate. He was near starving. The energy that he had gained from eating the tree was being spent already. Astiar continued his shrieks of submission, continued to back away from the lava and swipes of the other's sharp claws. Spit dribbled from his mandibles; how hungry he was making it's unintentional physical appearance. Astiar did not know that he could use his tongue to swipe such away. Whines and shrieks of yield continued to nonsensically pour forth from his maw. The lava startled him more than the claws did. Burning, burning was pain, and pain was incentive. The bite wound was less important to Astiar when lava was present. A greater fear came from the lava, and it provided a much heavier incentive to continue shuffling messily backwards. The hint for him to retreat back to the Pitt was flying over his head. He was too worried about the immediate threat of the lava, eyes glued to the burning molten rock that continued to splatter near his feet and force him to continue backing up. Hunger was another incentive, to stay where food was and where the tree that he had already knocked down was. Pain was a higher incentive at the time, especially with the threat of more burns present. His noisy wings continued fretfully buzzing, added to the sheer noise that Astiar was making as he stumbled yet again.
Seeing the other rush forward again, the dragon was absolutely startled. Again he reared up, backpedaling away. He stumbled back onto all of his legs again. More screeches of submission came past his mandibles. His wings were buzzing louder now, panicked and frenzied. The burning was coming again, and claws were getting close to his front. Astiar backpedaled in a near stumble like mannerism. His legs struggled with the concept of backwards movement clearly. His bitten leg remained raised, giving the dragon a limping gait to his forced movements. When Aurum began speaking and shouting at him again, Astiar returned such with another surge of pathetic screeches of submission. This had worked before. His noises of yield had made shouting stop before. It was all he had to go off of in this situation, and so the learned behavior was exactly what the cicada continued to do. He almost stumbled over his lanky tail, having to use his burnt leg in order to keep himself upright. The cicada did not strike back, though. His kind did not fight. They were low on the food chain. Ants could fight, they were a good example of an insect that could perform self defense. Not Astiar, not his cicada-bound mindset. Having to use his injured leg warranted a shout of pain, again rearing and thrashing as if he had been bitten once again.
If he was supposed to take the hint for where he was supposed to go, the insect was not grasping it. The dragon's mind was split between hunger and fear. He was desperate. He was near starving. The energy that he had gained from eating the tree was being spent already. Astiar continued his shrieks of submission, continued to back away from the lava and swipes of the other's sharp claws. Spit dribbled from his mandibles; how hungry he was making it's unintentional physical appearance. Astiar did not know that he could use his tongue to swipe such away. Whines and shrieks of yield continued to nonsensically pour forth from his maw. The lava startled him more than the claws did. Burning, burning was pain, and pain was incentive. The bite wound was less important to Astiar when lava was present. A greater fear came from the lava, and it provided a much heavier incentive to continue shuffling messily backwards. The hint for him to retreat back to the Pitt was flying over his head. He was too worried about the immediate threat of the lava, eyes glued to the burning molten rock that continued to splatter near his feet and force him to continue backing up. Hunger was another incentive, to stay where food was and where the tree that he had already knocked down was. Pain was a higher incentive at the time, especially with the threat of more burns present. His noisy wings continued fretfully buzzing, added to the sheer noise that Astiar was making as he stumbled yet again.
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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