12-18-2019, 11:41 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
There were few things that were concrete in the insects mind. Food was the ultimate priority, that was the most solidified concept. Food was what allowed him to live. He needed food to exist. He needed food for energy and energy meant life. There was many different reasons for why food was such a concrete, firm, and established notion in the dragon's mind. Food was what had driven the cicada to leave the territory in search of food elsewhere. It didn't drive him to leave the Pitt, no. It was where he had established his home - or, the vaguest concept of it that Astiar could comprehend. It was where he had emerged from the ground. It was where he had taken up residency in his earliest days. The dragonoid half of him was likely an additional factor to his mind being bound to this place. This place was as close to home that he could ever be able to understand. He hadn't ever been harmed here. One of his trips past the desert in search of food had led to a burnt front leg. It was healing up awkwardly, his dense black scales growing back over the burn in a jagged fashion.
The cicada didn't really know Kydobi's name. Despite the cicada knowing who he was, and developing a special way to address such, he didn't actually know the name. Astiar was a simplistic beast. Names weren't needed when bursts of chatter and clicking and scraping could somehow accomplish the same feat. A simplistic beast came from a simplistic mind. Shouting caught his attention. Not that it was the shout of the jaguar's name, just the fact that it was a shout in general. Huffs parted the cicada's maw as he raised himself up into a stand. The one true deep emotion he was ever able to convey - and even that was an incredibly loose statement - was curiosity. He liked to 'figure out' what was going on around him. When there had been ants crawling over his body, he had lifted his arm to observe and watch. When the raid had ensued, he'd just stood there and watched it all happen. The cicada was certainly an observer, and the dragon certainly was curious. Hearing the shout had arisen the deep curiosity that was tucked away in his simplistic mind. A buzzing of his wings sounded and he trotted after the few that had gone to approach Kydobi.
Did Astiar truly understand hat Kydobi had died? Not really. He hadn't seen the jaguar die. He hadn't seen the jaguar be buried. His mind was simplistic enough that, even if he had seen those events, there was a possibility that he would not have understood what was happening. His tail dragged behind him as the cicada got closer. The other looked different. Not different enough that it fully hindered Astiar establishing that this was Kydobi. He rumbled, clicking his mandibles afterwards. His head then lowered, wings buzzing a little. Where had the jaguar been? Astiar had not seen him in such an odd and lengthy amount of time. The brieftest notions of concern were allowed in his basic mind, antennae flickering in the air over his head. He chattered as if somehow he was conveying his curiosity, but he wasn't truly managing to make such evident. Still, the cicada was... as close to happy as he could get over Kydobi's return. His tail loosely wagged behind him, likely the result of seeing some other creature do it and was merely mimicking behavior. His mandibles clicked again, chattering, making more random noise as Astiar always had the habit of doing. The murmurs of NPC's that had brought Fourthwall over were quiet. The cicada took the idea of a silent return and broke it by making buzzes and clicking and all sorts of other noisy sounds, head remaining lowered all the while.
The cicada didn't really know Kydobi's name. Despite the cicada knowing who he was, and developing a special way to address such, he didn't actually know the name. Astiar was a simplistic beast. Names weren't needed when bursts of chatter and clicking and scraping could somehow accomplish the same feat. A simplistic beast came from a simplistic mind. Shouting caught his attention. Not that it was the shout of the jaguar's name, just the fact that it was a shout in general. Huffs parted the cicada's maw as he raised himself up into a stand. The one true deep emotion he was ever able to convey - and even that was an incredibly loose statement - was curiosity. He liked to 'figure out' what was going on around him. When there had been ants crawling over his body, he had lifted his arm to observe and watch. When the raid had ensued, he'd just stood there and watched it all happen. The cicada was certainly an observer, and the dragon certainly was curious. Hearing the shout had arisen the deep curiosity that was tucked away in his simplistic mind. A buzzing of his wings sounded and he trotted after the few that had gone to approach Kydobi.
Did Astiar truly understand hat Kydobi had died? Not really. He hadn't seen the jaguar die. He hadn't seen the jaguar be buried. His mind was simplistic enough that, even if he had seen those events, there was a possibility that he would not have understood what was happening. His tail dragged behind him as the cicada got closer. The other looked different. Not different enough that it fully hindered Astiar establishing that this was Kydobi. He rumbled, clicking his mandibles afterwards. His head then lowered, wings buzzing a little. Where had the jaguar been? Astiar had not seen him in such an odd and lengthy amount of time. The brieftest notions of concern were allowed in his basic mind, antennae flickering in the air over his head. He chattered as if somehow he was conveying his curiosity, but he wasn't truly managing to make such evident. Still, the cicada was... as close to happy as he could get over Kydobi's return. His tail loosely wagged behind him, likely the result of seeing some other creature do it and was merely mimicking behavior. His mandibles clicked again, chattering, making more random noise as Astiar always had the habit of doing. The murmurs of NPC's that had brought Fourthwall over were quiet. The cicada took the idea of a silent return and broke it by making buzzes and clicking and all sorts of other noisy sounds, head remaining lowered all the while.
control yourself and take only what you need from it
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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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