12-31-2019, 09:34 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The insect's intelligence was low. Horrifically so. He had barebone thoughts and barebone motives. Hunger meant finding food. Shelter meant finding a place to sleep. Space meant having room. Water meant fresh and clean fluids to drink. He was motivated by those four key attributes that, deep down, all living things sought in order to stay alive. They were all necessary. Every single living thing needed those things. Astiar was bound to them more deeply, for they were his sole motivators spare his instincts. Even his instincts were bound to the basic requirements that all living things required. One thing that, truthfully, was never a requirement was companionship. Plants often did not desire companionship. Weeds would strangle the life and resources from other plants - the utter opposite of companionship if a comparison were to be made. But Astiar was a little over the absolute bare minimum, if only by a small percentage. It was such a small percentage that it only ever barely showed itself. Sometimes it manifested in his curiosity, brought on by an inquisitive yet flighty instinctual basis. Then there was companionship, which Astiar did not understand. He didn't understand it. His mind was not complex enough to do such a thing. However, he could be curious, and curiosity was what the dragon did best.
Kydobi was someone that Astiar knew. The jaguar had been gone for a little while - not that Astiar fully grasped the concept of dying and rising from the dead. Those concepts, too, were far too difficult for him to understand. But he could be curious about where the jaguar was going, and curiosity prompted him to follow. For once in his entire life his wings were still, just following along after Kydobi because he was curious and desired company. Perhaps if Astiar was more intellectually developed, he would be able to describe the jaguar as some form of a friend. The insect was not capable. Just as he was not capable of realizing that this was the very same place that he had come to shortly after the jungle of the Pitt had burned down. Hunger, one of his biggest motivators, had drove him here. Pain, another ginormous motivator, had pushed him away. Pain. Pain was fire. Pain was heat. Pain was here. Pain was from the lion. Pain was from glowing and bubbling liquid. He barely understood pain. He barely understood anything. The relationships of groups was over his head equally as much as companionship and intellectual thought were. He could not understand the speech that was being passed back and forth.
So the massive bug dragon finally made noise, sharp buzzing rising from his wings upon hearing shouting. He was a cicada that had grown into the body of a dragon, after all. Cicadas were able to hide well, and Astiar seemed able to replicate such a feat with ease. No power, just the abilities that adaptation and evolution had provided the insect species over the years. Mandibles clicked, head craning down to briefly survey the scene. Was he doing much other than being there and making noise - or perhaps being unnerving with his massive presence? A massive looming dragon without a single thought in his mind. Astiar had no way of knowing such a thing, nor did he care. He was a cicada thrust into the massive body of a dragon, and his reactions were based off of what a small, weak, and near defenseless cicada would do. Red eyes flickered between the congregation and his antennae wriggled. He wasn't sure what Kydobi was doing here. All he wanted to do was follow, because the insect had absolutely no way to think for himself. Absent in the head meant that he had absolutely little reasoning behind his actions spare those that instinct provided. Instinct didn't say anything about companionship. His burned limb pulled close upon noticing the lion that had inflicted the wound, and shuffled behind the Pittian after a long moment of a churn of nonexistent mental processes.
Kydobi was someone that Astiar knew. The jaguar had been gone for a little while - not that Astiar fully grasped the concept of dying and rising from the dead. Those concepts, too, were far too difficult for him to understand. But he could be curious about where the jaguar was going, and curiosity prompted him to follow. For once in his entire life his wings were still, just following along after Kydobi because he was curious and desired company. Perhaps if Astiar was more intellectually developed, he would be able to describe the jaguar as some form of a friend. The insect was not capable. Just as he was not capable of realizing that this was the very same place that he had come to shortly after the jungle of the Pitt had burned down. Hunger, one of his biggest motivators, had drove him here. Pain, another ginormous motivator, had pushed him away. Pain. Pain was fire. Pain was heat. Pain was here. Pain was from the lion. Pain was from glowing and bubbling liquid. He barely understood pain. He barely understood anything. The relationships of groups was over his head equally as much as companionship and intellectual thought were. He could not understand the speech that was being passed back and forth.
So the massive bug dragon finally made noise, sharp buzzing rising from his wings upon hearing shouting. He was a cicada that had grown into the body of a dragon, after all. Cicadas were able to hide well, and Astiar seemed able to replicate such a feat with ease. No power, just the abilities that adaptation and evolution had provided the insect species over the years. Mandibles clicked, head craning down to briefly survey the scene. Was he doing much other than being there and making noise - or perhaps being unnerving with his massive presence? A massive looming dragon without a single thought in his mind. Astiar had no way of knowing such a thing, nor did he care. He was a cicada thrust into the massive body of a dragon, and his reactions were based off of what a small, weak, and near defenseless cicada would do. Red eyes flickered between the congregation and his antennae wriggled. He wasn't sure what Kydobi was doing here. All he wanted to do was follow, because the insect had absolutely no way to think for himself. Absent in the head meant that he had absolutely little reasoning behind his actions spare those that instinct provided. Instinct didn't say anything about companionship. His burned limb pulled close upon noticing the lion that had inflicted the wound, and shuffled behind the Pittian after a long moment of a churn of nonexistent mental processes.
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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