02-03-2020, 11:49 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The dragon was, technically, omnivorous. Jagged teeth allowed for him the ability to rip and tear into flesh. Allowed did not mean used. Spare one time where he had eaten a small bird, the dragon's metabolism had never been used in the fullest extent of his omnivorous body. Most of what Astiar ingested was plant matter. He had chewed down countless trees before the jungle had been burned down. Now? Now he struggled with eating whatever plants he could find. His mandibles and the end of his hard maw allowed for him to rip up grass and weeds and whatever else he could find. Common was it for the massive and lumbering beast to be starving - or at least deep within the depths of severe hunger. He would leave the territory in search of food, only to return and be hungry again.
Small herbs weren't exactly enough to really catch the cicada's eye. However, the call attracted his attention. Buzzing noises sounded and noted his arrival as he pivoted to come over. He lowered his head a little and chittered out a greeting of nonsensical noise. Slowly Astiar lowered himself into an odd sitting position. Curious he was, antennae curling above his head. Another chittering noise. Were the plants that he saw food, the herbs laid out cleanly on leaves? He lowered his head a little, sniffing in an experimental manner. Hunger, he was hungry, but these plants were a little too small to really incur his hunger-driven interest. The lanky tail of the dragon curled behind him, and the clicking of his mandibles made his curiosity audible. Astiar's buzzing died down to almost silent. He was never completely silent, but it certainly was better than the monstrous noise that he commonly portrayed when he was wandering around or eating.
Small herbs weren't exactly enough to really catch the cicada's eye. However, the call attracted his attention. Buzzing noises sounded and noted his arrival as he pivoted to come over. He lowered his head a little and chittered out a greeting of nonsensical noise. Slowly Astiar lowered himself into an odd sitting position. Curious he was, antennae curling above his head. Another chittering noise. Were the plants that he saw food, the herbs laid out cleanly on leaves? He lowered his head a little, sniffing in an experimental manner. Hunger, he was hungry, but these plants were a little too small to really incur his hunger-driven interest. The lanky tail of the dragon curled behind him, and the clicking of his mandibles made his curiosity audible. Astiar's buzzing died down to almost silent. He was never completely silent, but it certainly was better than the monstrous noise that he commonly portrayed when he was wandering around or eating.
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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