03-05-2020, 02:07 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The metal was somewhat distracting, to Astiar. It glinted in the light and certainly prompted confusion in his mind. It reminded him of the flickering of a water's smooth surface with the sun above. Moving water? Hardened water? It did not settle well in his mind. The familiarity with the hive leader was there, the familiarity of a past interaction was there, but Astiar could not say that he had interacted with moving, solidified water before. Something was being asked of him in a soft voice. His antennae curled, catching the words, slowly moving them along through Astiar's horrifically simple vocabulary. Few words registered. A few words was all he needed. The hive leader's name was mentioned, and a need was presented. Astiar understood needs far more than he understood anything else. The words prompted action.
Astiar knew that the one before him was a child. They were small, after all, and small things tended to be young. He could feel the fright through the tone that his antennae recognized. He understood fear. He understood despite the shaky delivery. Recognition existed for a reason, his instinct protested. This was not someone that had harmed him. They had given him food, once. Another member of the hive, his mind concluded. "CARRY," he declared, no longer waiting for any other present to do the offer. His head leaned down, mandibles carefully grappling around Piers' small form. Astiar then lifted his head, wings beginning to madly buzz. Antennae twitched rapidly, sorting out his sense of direction. Then, once the correct direction had been found, the dragon blazed off as fast as he could manage. He was speedy, for something of his size, bound by determination. He was being helpful. Helpful was good, and good ensured survival. Thankfully Astiar didn't have to worry about the pressure he was applying, for he more so was cradling the child between the bends of his mandibles and his snout.
Arriving at the camp, Astiar did as he usually did when attention was to be summoned. He buzzed loudly, as loudly as possible. His wings fanned the air as the noise surged forth, head not needing to move to scan the crowd due to the compound nature of his eyes. "KII KII KII KII," came forth in mental bursts, his attempt to replicate the leader's name. He could not, but the dragon was certainly trying his best. He slammed his talons into the dirt, fussing, causing as much of a scene as he could manage. Attention was to be gathered for Astiar did not exactly know where Kydobi was. Causing a fuss was his most basic attempt, one that he could do while still protectively holding Piers close. He didn't speak with verbal words, and he refrained from making any chittering or clicking that would involve the use of his mandibles. Astiar knew better than to drop the youth. He continued to buzz, seeking to amount the attention of the one that he had been asked to bring Piers to.
[member=4490]Kydobi[/member]
Astiar knew that the one before him was a child. They were small, after all, and small things tended to be young. He could feel the fright through the tone that his antennae recognized. He understood fear. He understood despite the shaky delivery. Recognition existed for a reason, his instinct protested. This was not someone that had harmed him. They had given him food, once. Another member of the hive, his mind concluded. "CARRY," he declared, no longer waiting for any other present to do the offer. His head leaned down, mandibles carefully grappling around Piers' small form. Astiar then lifted his head, wings beginning to madly buzz. Antennae twitched rapidly, sorting out his sense of direction. Then, once the correct direction had been found, the dragon blazed off as fast as he could manage. He was speedy, for something of his size, bound by determination. He was being helpful. Helpful was good, and good ensured survival. Thankfully Astiar didn't have to worry about the pressure he was applying, for he more so was cradling the child between the bends of his mandibles and his snout.
Arriving at the camp, Astiar did as he usually did when attention was to be summoned. He buzzed loudly, as loudly as possible. His wings fanned the air as the noise surged forth, head not needing to move to scan the crowd due to the compound nature of his eyes. "KII KII KII KII," came forth in mental bursts, his attempt to replicate the leader's name. He could not, but the dragon was certainly trying his best. He slammed his talons into the dirt, fussing, causing as much of a scene as he could manage. Attention was to be gathered for Astiar did not exactly know where Kydobi was. Causing a fuss was his most basic attempt, one that he could do while still protectively holding Piers close. He didn't speak with verbal words, and he refrained from making any chittering or clicking that would involve the use of his mandibles. Astiar knew better than to drop the youth. He continued to buzz, seeking to amount the attention of the one that he had been asked to bring Piers to.
[member=4490]Kydobi[/member]
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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