if a tree falls | char's stuck in a tree

[fulzanin]

decisions to decisions are made and not bought

Astiar had a habit for getting very, very focused on things. When he had brought an ant covered log into camp, he had been so absorbed with watching the ants crawl over him that he had barely noticed when people had yelled at him over it. He was a simple creature with simple thought processes. The stick that he had snatched off the tree had been small, and it had not taken the dragon all that long in order to crunch it up to eat. How his gums escaped splinters was a wonder in and of itself. His wings were still buzzing idly, his head having lowered to inspect for any of the branches that had fallen from the tree. The rapid waving of the branch that Bee had grabbed grabbed his attention, antennae flicking above his head. Chittering noises sounded from him, the dragon pivoting and moving closer to the tree again. His claws sunk into the tree as he hoisted the rest of his body up, looking at the rapidly waving branch. Food! He was very, very hungry, it was a constant for him. Always hungry, always wanting to eat.

Astiar's antennae twitched, listening to the words that were being presented to him. Bee's words were easy, simple. He could understand them with marginal ease. Chittering sounded from him again, his hind legs shuffling a little to better balance himself. The first one to get stuck in the tree was talking, too. For a few moments more Astiar managed to ignore the hunger that plagued him, presenting his confusion for the concern the other had. He had experience with picking up small branches, using his mandibles for grab such a thing. His actual jaws sank into the branch that the two were currently positioned on. Claws dug into the bark of the tree, slowly starting to pull the larger branch from the trunk of the tree. Astiar was struggling, for this tree was quite stubborn and certainly 'fighting' against him. First he couldn't knock it down, and now he couldn't even break a branch off! Grumbling noises sounded from the dragon, tugging sharply on the branch with little progress. His head was close, thankfully enough, and all the spikes along his spine pointed away from his head and so skewering would be hard, if not impossible. Astiar was being helpful, even if it wasn't fully intentional anymore. Driven by hunger, doing exactly as feared - eating the branch that the two were standing on.

control yourself and take only what you need from it

TAGS 9/4/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast, Bug
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ unallianced
— wherever there is food, that is where Astiar will take up temporary residence. Notably most of his time is spent in the Pitt, but has distanced himself from the group due to the lack of food following the raid.

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— current injures: burnt front right leg, deep scratches in his front scales

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
✧ Screeching
— Submission. 'Stop'. 'Go away'. 'I yield'. Panic. Fear. Terror.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | mental manipulation/communication | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, hard provoke | will kill
— notably this is for instances where Astiar must fight. If able, Astiar will never raise his claws against any other creature unless he has been directly ordered to do so
— commands must be one word. If any words follow the command, Astiar is unable to understand due to his limited intelligence. Heavy presence of emotion will equally tarnish his ability to follow commands.
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question as long as it is a simple command
— eats trees and other hard plant matter
— cannot understand speech