01-27-2020, 12:44 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The cicada usually spent most of his time that wasn't spent searching for food was spent following Kydobi around. The Ardent was, really, as close to a friend as the insect was capable of getting. Or perhaps Astiar following him around was simply because he was a familiar and constant face in the sea of people that resided within the Pitt. Constants helped reinforce things in his simplistic mind. Constant presence meant familiarity, familiarity meant comfortable, and comfortable sated his instincts urges of fight or flight and his overall indifference towards practically everything. He was a basic and simple minded creature. He, too, did not mind borders. Cicadas did not have territory. His mind was too simple to understand the concept of owning and patrolling land. Such complexities were so far over Astiar's head that they didn't register to him in the slightest.
The times that he wasn't following after the leader of the group? He was either sleeping, wandering, or looking for something to eat - the latter two choices practically one and the same. The burnt jungle didn't have enough trees to sustain him. They were burnt. They were stripped of any nutrition that he could have digested and used. It led him to wander and leave the group's territory in search of leafy trees that actually would provide him with sustenance. Mostly his approach had been a result of wandering. A noisy approach for sure, the ever constant buzzing of his wings signaling that he was coming long before he came trotting into view. His mandibles clicked, looking over the mother and cubs present. Blue antennae curled from the top of his head. A chittering noise parted from the creature, lowering his head as if to get a better look. "GREETING SMALL NO FOOD SMALL GREETING," Astiar boomed, lashing at the minds of those present with his words to attempt to speak. He spoke through the mind - mental communication in the most basic form of both communication and the power's usage overall - and was as loud as the sharp buzzing of his wings. He was a noisy menace both in the heads of those he was around, and externally by the ever present buzzes. Another chitter parted from his maw. One of them almost looked familiar, almost enough to warrant further curiosity than the norm. The odd metal deterred his mind from making the connection.
The times that he wasn't following after the leader of the group? He was either sleeping, wandering, or looking for something to eat - the latter two choices practically one and the same. The burnt jungle didn't have enough trees to sustain him. They were burnt. They were stripped of any nutrition that he could have digested and used. It led him to wander and leave the group's territory in search of leafy trees that actually would provide him with sustenance. Mostly his approach had been a result of wandering. A noisy approach for sure, the ever constant buzzing of his wings signaling that he was coming long before he came trotting into view. His mandibles clicked, looking over the mother and cubs present. Blue antennae curled from the top of his head. A chittering noise parted from the creature, lowering his head as if to get a better look. "GREETING SMALL NO FOOD SMALL GREETING," Astiar boomed, lashing at the minds of those present with his words to attempt to speak. He spoke through the mind - mental communication in the most basic form of both communication and the power's usage overall - and was as loud as the sharp buzzing of his wings. He was a noisy menace both in the heads of those he was around, and externally by the ever present buzzes. Another chitter parted from his maw. One of them almost looked familiar, almost enough to warrant further curiosity than the norm. The odd metal deterred his mind from making the connection.
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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