01-15-2020, 10:21 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The cicada's voice was a loud one. It fit with his demeanor. A mighty, massive dragon that was constantly buzzing or making some form of noise simply had to have an equally as noisy voice to accompany his stature. It was loud and without regard, without restriction to how amplified it was. It was sharp mental screeches of basic words; shouting, constantly. Loudness was practically the embodiment of the insect, the insect that continued to deviate more and more from the norms that all insects shared. He certainly was still bound to the instincts of one - that was all his mental processes were. This oddity didn't really alter those instincts, nor did it hinder them. Communication was important. It mattered not how simple it was, for it was able to be understood and built on. Astiar's head lowered a little when the other smiled. Expressions were hard for him to understand - almost as hard as being able to grasp what an inside voice was. His own face was barren of any expression. Large, red eyes watched the jaguar begin prancing. Delightful, a term the insect didn't truly understand. Astiar was somewhat keen on mimicking though, and began bobbing his head rapidly up and down. He wasn't quite sure what the whole barrage of sudden movement was about; he could not correlate the excited movements to his sudden speaking capabilities.
Someone else then came over. He didn't quite know them that well, but Astiar did remember seeing this small creature in the earliest moments of his emergence. His wings burst out into a noisy series of buzzing, and his head ceased in the rapid movement to lower a little closer to eye level. A burst of chittering noises broke free from the dragon, mandibles clicking rapidly as the noise ensued. Slow were the movements of his tail behind him, flicking absently, a need to be doing something. "SMALL NO FOOD HIVE NO FOOD SMALL GREETING HIVE NO FOOD SMALL," Astiar again screeched, again barging, without much of a grasp for what exactly he was doing. His mind supplied communication, that this was a form of it that was just as good as buzzing and screeching was - in his mind. The insect spoke in physical ways, noisy ways. However, the dragon had actually spoken in words, in concepts, for the first time. Simple concepts, ones that were just as odd as the dragon that was using them, but borderlined functional. Blue antennae curled and flicked from their place on Astiar's head, a happy and light noise soon coming from his parted maw. As basic as he was, he could understand vague praise.
Someone else then came over. He didn't quite know them that well, but Astiar did remember seeing this small creature in the earliest moments of his emergence. His wings burst out into a noisy series of buzzing, and his head ceased in the rapid movement to lower a little closer to eye level. A burst of chittering noises broke free from the dragon, mandibles clicking rapidly as the noise ensued. Slow were the movements of his tail behind him, flicking absently, a need to be doing something. "SMALL NO FOOD HIVE NO FOOD SMALL GREETING HIVE NO FOOD SMALL," Astiar again screeched, again barging, without much of a grasp for what exactly he was doing. His mind supplied communication, that this was a form of it that was just as good as buzzing and screeching was - in his mind. The insect spoke in physical ways, noisy ways. However, the dragon had actually spoken in words, in concepts, for the first time. Simple concepts, ones that were just as odd as the dragon that was using them, but borderlined functional. Blue antennae curled and flicked from their place on Astiar's head, a happy and light noise soon coming from his parted maw. As basic as he was, he could understand vague praise.
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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