02-09-2020, 11:47 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The insect wasn't able to be sure of whether he was pleased or not that the lion was the first to approach. The most dangerous thing was lava, was it not? Not the lion that spewed it. The lava and the lava alone was what he feared and sought to ensure his safety from. For a simple and mindless beast, it was almost a plan. To bring food to ensure his safety, because surely what he ate was what everyone else ate. It was that part that was faulted on his part for not being able to comprehend further than the basics. His reasoning had been that lava could not eat the swamp trees, and therefore an external source had to be provided. A palm tree had been the first tree that he'd found. The jungle trees had been burned, and the swamp trees were the only other trees that he knew of so far. Noise was coming from the lion, too swift and far too complicated for him to understand. His antennae wriggled, confused, not able to comprehend. The tone was irritated; Astiar briefly able to grasp it. Only on the most surface level. His head raised up a little, before leaning forward as if it would somehow allow a better understanding of the infuriated words that came from the Proxy.
The lava that began to dribble forth brought a nervous demeanor to his stance. The beast hunched over a little, and the end of his barbed tail twitched behind him. Soft chittering noises sounded from him, and his mouth parted to sound a pathetic whimper. Another person approached, and such briefly distracted the gigantic bug. His wings buzzed faintly, and his head lowered again. There was no prior knowledge stored within his bare mind. Astiar could only hope that no more lava was about to come forth. The tone was quieter, less vicious - such the blunt minded beast was able to grasp much as he had the aggravation. "FOOD," he again mentally screeched out. He was unable to control his tone due to the lack of experience with speech. A simple phrase, better than a spurt of nonsense that had come from him when he had initially been approached. Astiar's head lowered further, and he harshly shoved the palm tree forward with his beaky maw. Then his head raised again, clicking his mandibles together in a manner that almost managed to be expectant. Astiar's red eyes were near unblinking, staring, waiting for a response for his action. His second set of legs curled awkwardly from where the massive bug was sitting, somewhat clawing at the dirt. Somewhat more relaxed was the bug, now with a calmer set of words taking up the forefront of his mind. Could he understand what had actually been said? Not in the slightest. Astiar was only able to understand that it was not aggressive, that there was no lava coming forth from this particular creature yet. No lava, no burns. He did not want to be burned again.
Then came the leader of the group. A mighty force to be reckoned with, and one that had injured Astiar prior. The bite wound that was somewhat healed on the frontside of his body had been caused by the leader. Growls sounded, earning his attention and so his head turned to listen. His stance that had almost devolved from paranoid from the lava had swiftly returned, and his mandibles clenched tightly together. The words that Leroy spoke were strung together eloquently. They were filled with a tone that matched the message that he tried to send. It was a masterful speech, one that conveyed the message clear as day to those that could understand. Astiar had given up trying to understand after the first few words. The complexity quickly devolved into noise, and he could not understand. By the time the simple command at the end came around, the cicada was so thoroughly jostled by so many words that he'd risen up to begin backing away. The ending had been so clear, so concise, but it had already been buried by the lengthy words prior. Blue antennae curled from their position atop Astiar's head. The movements of his lanky limbs to push his body backwards were staggered and performed with difficulty. Finally, after backing away a few paces and giving another sharp movement of his head towards the tree, he fully turned and moved away to where he would be able to fly off without smacking into the trees overhead. In his mind, he had fulfilled what he had came here to do. The cicada had dropped off food, and hadn't been burned in the process. Noisy buzzing sounded his departure after a few moments of walking, his legs bunching up and allowing him to buzz off.
The lava that began to dribble forth brought a nervous demeanor to his stance. The beast hunched over a little, and the end of his barbed tail twitched behind him. Soft chittering noises sounded from him, and his mouth parted to sound a pathetic whimper. Another person approached, and such briefly distracted the gigantic bug. His wings buzzed faintly, and his head lowered again. There was no prior knowledge stored within his bare mind. Astiar could only hope that no more lava was about to come forth. The tone was quieter, less vicious - such the blunt minded beast was able to grasp much as he had the aggravation. "FOOD," he again mentally screeched out. He was unable to control his tone due to the lack of experience with speech. A simple phrase, better than a spurt of nonsense that had come from him when he had initially been approached. Astiar's head lowered further, and he harshly shoved the palm tree forward with his beaky maw. Then his head raised again, clicking his mandibles together in a manner that almost managed to be expectant. Astiar's red eyes were near unblinking, staring, waiting for a response for his action. His second set of legs curled awkwardly from where the massive bug was sitting, somewhat clawing at the dirt. Somewhat more relaxed was the bug, now with a calmer set of words taking up the forefront of his mind. Could he understand what had actually been said? Not in the slightest. Astiar was only able to understand that it was not aggressive, that there was no lava coming forth from this particular creature yet. No lava, no burns. He did not want to be burned again.
Then came the leader of the group. A mighty force to be reckoned with, and one that had injured Astiar prior. The bite wound that was somewhat healed on the frontside of his body had been caused by the leader. Growls sounded, earning his attention and so his head turned to listen. His stance that had almost devolved from paranoid from the lava had swiftly returned, and his mandibles clenched tightly together. The words that Leroy spoke were strung together eloquently. They were filled with a tone that matched the message that he tried to send. It was a masterful speech, one that conveyed the message clear as day to those that could understand. Astiar had given up trying to understand after the first few words. The complexity quickly devolved into noise, and he could not understand. By the time the simple command at the end came around, the cicada was so thoroughly jostled by so many words that he'd risen up to begin backing away. The ending had been so clear, so concise, but it had already been buried by the lengthy words prior. Blue antennae curled from their position atop Astiar's head. The movements of his lanky limbs to push his body backwards were staggered and performed with difficulty. Finally, after backing away a few paces and giving another sharp movement of his head towards the tree, he fully turned and moved away to where he would be able to fly off without smacking into the trees overhead. In his mind, he had fulfilled what he had came here to do. The cicada had dropped off food, and hadn't been burned in the process. Noisy buzzing sounded his departure after a few moments of walking, his legs bunching up and allowing him to buzz off.
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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