01-09-2020, 09:57 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
//s’all good!
The dragon’s head remained tilted as Kydobi meandered over. Talons twitched from where they rested in the ground beneath him. His face was as expressionless as always, lacking in any form of change from a neutrality. There was the ever present series of noises that spilled forth from the bug when Kydobi got close. Up until now, that had been the only way that he had ever come close to showing that he possessed an ability to remember faces. He rumbled, then clicking his mandibles. It was the series of noises he had developed, on his own and without coaching, in order to say one, this is this one particular friend’. The other specialized noises that Astiar created were high with contrast, considering that they had to stand out from each other as well as this one being the first that he had developed. Chittering noises parted his maw after the rumbling and clicking subsided.
“SMALL NO FOOD HIVE HIVE NO FOOD SMALL GREETING SMALL HIVE GREETING GREETING GREETING,” again came his basic, simplistic words. Again they barged right in, unhindered by consideration or concern for how others would take him doing so. His simplistic mind couldn’t comprehend such vast concepts. All he knew was that he was doing.. something, yes, it was something. It was like the clicks and chitters and smells of the insect world, but in a different way. He was a creature that barely knew what he was doing. His mind was basic, simplistic, bound to the instincts that kept him alive. He had yet to truly deviate from that mindset, and even this attempt at speaking still fell in line with such. Astiar’s tail swung behind him rapidly while his massive form plopped down before Kydobi. Soft buzzes sounded from his massive wings in an as equal attempt to display his delight. The dragon’s ears were raised while his head lowered down in a curious manner. If there was one, only one, grand concept that Astiar understood above survival, curiosity would be the name. “HIVE HIVE NO FOOD SMALL LIGHT.”
//mobile
The dragon’s head remained tilted as Kydobi meandered over. Talons twitched from where they rested in the ground beneath him. His face was as expressionless as always, lacking in any form of change from a neutrality. There was the ever present series of noises that spilled forth from the bug when Kydobi got close. Up until now, that had been the only way that he had ever come close to showing that he possessed an ability to remember faces. He rumbled, then clicking his mandibles. It was the series of noises he had developed, on his own and without coaching, in order to say one, this is this one particular friend’. The other specialized noises that Astiar created were high with contrast, considering that they had to stand out from each other as well as this one being the first that he had developed. Chittering noises parted his maw after the rumbling and clicking subsided.
“SMALL NO FOOD HIVE HIVE NO FOOD SMALL GREETING SMALL HIVE GREETING GREETING GREETING,” again came his basic, simplistic words. Again they barged right in, unhindered by consideration or concern for how others would take him doing so. His simplistic mind couldn’t comprehend such vast concepts. All he knew was that he was doing.. something, yes, it was something. It was like the clicks and chitters and smells of the insect world, but in a different way. He was a creature that barely knew what he was doing. His mind was basic, simplistic, bound to the instincts that kept him alive. He had yet to truly deviate from that mindset, and even this attempt at speaking still fell in line with such. Astiar’s tail swung behind him rapidly while his massive form plopped down before Kydobi. Soft buzzes sounded from his massive wings in an as equal attempt to display his delight. The dragon’s ears were raised while his head lowered down in a curious manner. If there was one, only one, grand concept that Astiar understood above survival, curiosity would be the name. “HIVE HIVE NO FOOD SMALL LIGHT.”
//mobile
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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