02-09-2020, 11:35 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
Astiar's simple mindset was clear with the glossy red eyes that he possessed. There was no pupil within the red void that allowed him to see the world around him. It was similar to that of the bug that he had once been, a compound set of eyes that easily allowed him to see in many different ways at the same time. Or, perhaps, the glossy red color was simply to protect his actual eyes within. Blinking was rare with him, done with a clear third eyelid that allowed for sight to constantly be vigilant and without pause with how he saw the world.
Slowly his head craned down a little more in order to better see the crushed article of prey. The blood surprised him, antennae flickering as his massive head recoiled back. Chittering noises parted from his mandibles, aiding the sharp movement backwards. Then they curled, noting the other's reciprocated word towards him. "GREETING," Astiar repeated. His name, not even he really knew of it. He responded to it, but it had been bestowed to him after a lengthy amount of time had passed within his presence in the Pitt. His tail curled, awkwardly resting on the ground behind him. A click of his mandibles and the tilt of his head, both movements seeking to convey a curious deposition. "IS FOOD," he then shrieked. Perhaps it was meant to be a question - accompanied by using his talons to gesture towards the crushed item - but his tone was still bland and monotonous. It was young and new to being used, and Astiar had yet to learn how tone worked other than interpreting the tones of other's. A short buzz of his wings followed his mental shriek, the set of four wings fanning briefly in the air before ceasing in their movement.
Slowly his head craned down a little more in order to better see the crushed article of prey. The blood surprised him, antennae flickering as his massive head recoiled back. Chittering noises parted from his mandibles, aiding the sharp movement backwards. Then they curled, noting the other's reciprocated word towards him. "GREETING," Astiar repeated. His name, not even he really knew of it. He responded to it, but it had been bestowed to him after a lengthy amount of time had passed within his presence in the Pitt. His tail curled, awkwardly resting on the ground behind him. A click of his mandibles and the tilt of his head, both movements seeking to convey a curious deposition. "IS FOOD," he then shrieked. Perhaps it was meant to be a question - accompanied by using his talons to gesture towards the crushed item - but his tone was still bland and monotonous. It was young and new to being used, and Astiar had yet to learn how tone worked other than interpreting the tones of other's. A short buzz of his wings followed his mental shriek, the set of four wings fanning briefly in the air before ceasing in their movement.
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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