01-17-2020, 11:11 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
When it came to morals, Astiar was unaware of them. He was unaware of many things. How the groups interacted was beyond him - and how groups were usually bound by region were equally so. He was aware of the swamp people being worse by even his standards. They chased him off of food, and then didn't even eat it. They bit him, and threw fire at Kydobi. The term 'bad' didn't exist in the cicada's mind. Words as a whole did not. Sometimes if there was a simple enough word, the tone would grant him some form of understanding. It was a coin toss in truth if the bug would understand. There were concepts, yes. Bare and simplistic concepts that blossomed from the simplistic mind of an insect that controlled a gargantuan body. Those concepts he could grasp. They had to be so simple, narrowed down to the most basic concept for his intelligence to comprehend. His awareness was miniscule. Such a simple mind couldn't understand many things, and so many things did not grasp his awareness.
What Astiar could grasp was noise. And, right now, there was someone being very very noisy. Shouting. He couldn't understand the words, or how vile they were. They were simply noise to him, noise that he could not understand. It attracted the attention of the dragon. He came over, strides stuttered from his injured leg and chest. Long and segmented tail was being dragged behind him. Slowly he craned his massive head down. New face, someone Astiar had not seen before. He chattered and buzzed. No disgust for the vile language that tumbled forth from the smaller creature before him. The only thing the dragon could convey consistently was being panicked, or being curious - and the latter was the current tone to his nonsensical noises. "SMALL NO FOOD," came the only words from the behemoth; a mental screech. No, he didn't understand, but he was curious. Small things were cute by the standards of many. Such even extended to the basic minded Astiar, who kept his head lowered and continued chittering away in a manner that almost could be considered to be awed. The vulgarity of the words went right over his head. Most things did. Instead he added on his own layer of noise, happy that someone else was being noisy even if he did not know the reason for the noise in the first place.
What Astiar could grasp was noise. And, right now, there was someone being very very noisy. Shouting. He couldn't understand the words, or how vile they were. They were simply noise to him, noise that he could not understand. It attracted the attention of the dragon. He came over, strides stuttered from his injured leg and chest. Long and segmented tail was being dragged behind him. Slowly he craned his massive head down. New face, someone Astiar had not seen before. He chattered and buzzed. No disgust for the vile language that tumbled forth from the smaller creature before him. The only thing the dragon could convey consistently was being panicked, or being curious - and the latter was the current tone to his nonsensical noises. "SMALL NO FOOD," came the only words from the behemoth; a mental screech. No, he didn't understand, but he was curious. Small things were cute by the standards of many. Such even extended to the basic minded Astiar, who kept his head lowered and continued chittering away in a manner that almost could be considered to be awed. The vulgarity of the words went right over his head. Most things did. Instead he added on his own layer of noise, happy that someone else was being noisy even if he did not know the reason for the noise in the first place.
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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