02-19-2020, 01:29 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
When it came to speech, Astiar was getting better at understanding it. Certain words, simple words, stood out more to him. The meaning behind them that Astiar grasped was varying. Sometimes it was the correct meaning and other times it simply was what he had associated the word to the tone being used. Big and slow. Two words that he had a loose grasp on. He knew he was big, he was a very big member of the hive. Astiar's head lowered a little to listen to the criticisms, antennae flickering. When the area next to the bite wound was nudged, his body recoiled somewhat. The burns and bites themselves had not been touched, but it earned nervous chittering nonetheless.
He watched and listened, as best as he could, to what the other was saying. Not that they applied to Astiar, but it would be better to try and further his understanding of how the words worked. What they meant. How he could better use them to communicate with those that were within the hive. Blue antennae curled from atop his head. He happily chattered upon noticing Kydobi's approach. Of course he would - the cicada was practically a gigantic, destructive puppy. A creature that was large, didn't think well, and wanted attention and approval. His wings noisily buzzed in a form of greeting. It wasn't the one that specifically had been crafted for the other, for Astiar's majority of attention was elsewhere. His red gaze returned to the training at hand.
Something about seeing Micheal be pinned down, on the back, struck a nerve. Perhaps it was because those that would toy with bugs commonly would do such a thing. A noise akin to a jagged hissing noise came from his jaws. He didn't interfere, of course, and only looked onwards. It had not triggered his own fight or flight and usually Astiar only chose flight out of those two options. His wings buzzed loudly, noisily, not quite able to grasp why Caustic had pinned down another member of the hive. It didn't make sense to the simple bug, and he certainly voiced his uncertainties.
He watched and listened, as best as he could, to what the other was saying. Not that they applied to Astiar, but it would be better to try and further his understanding of how the words worked. What they meant. How he could better use them to communicate with those that were within the hive. Blue antennae curled from atop his head. He happily chattered upon noticing Kydobi's approach. Of course he would - the cicada was practically a gigantic, destructive puppy. A creature that was large, didn't think well, and wanted attention and approval. His wings noisily buzzed in a form of greeting. It wasn't the one that specifically had been crafted for the other, for Astiar's majority of attention was elsewhere. His red gaze returned to the training at hand.
Something about seeing Micheal be pinned down, on the back, struck a nerve. Perhaps it was because those that would toy with bugs commonly would do such a thing. A noise akin to a jagged hissing noise came from his jaws. He didn't interfere, of course, and only looked onwards. It had not triggered his own fight or flight and usually Astiar only chose flight out of those two options. His wings buzzed loudly, noisily, not quite able to grasp why Caustic had pinned down another member of the hive. It didn't make sense to the simple bug, and he certainly voiced his uncertainties.
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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