03-05-2020, 02:55 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The screech of a bird likely would deter bugs. Birds usually feasted upon unsuspecting insects. Sharp beaks made quick work of exoskeletons and smaller creatures. Astiar's mind was similar to that of a bug, for he had started off as one. Now the cicada was huge in comparison to the size of normal bugs, and it meant that most of his fears were deemed useless. Fire was the biggest threat, one that had been born from injury. Prior it had been a small fear, and it had blossomed into pure terror.
Astiar was prone to wandering around the territory. Hearing a screech had gathered his attention, and his noisy trot pivoted and changed directions. Seeing ash, it warranted a chittering noise from the massive beast. An egg. Astiar hardly knew of eggs, but something deep within him insisted that it certainly knew what the glistening shell before him was. It was in tact. Predators had not yet smashed it open for the contents within. The dragon moved closer, mandibles clicking. He didn't eat eggs. Red eyes stared at the scene, taking in the sight so that he could properly react. Carefully Astiar shuffled closer, trying his best to not disturb the setup. Then, he sat practically laid down, using his long talons to carefully wrap around the egg in a manner that was considerably protective. His head laid down a moment later, another chittering noise sounded. The ashes were hot, presenting mild discomfort to the dragon. The cold egg was cause for concern. Were eggs supposed to be cold? His simple mind couldn't infer. Noisy buzzing sounded from him. Hopefully someone would come along to help him with his uncertainties for how to deal with the egg he currently had protectively wrapped his legs around.
Astiar was prone to wandering around the territory. Hearing a screech had gathered his attention, and his noisy trot pivoted and changed directions. Seeing ash, it warranted a chittering noise from the massive beast. An egg. Astiar hardly knew of eggs, but something deep within him insisted that it certainly knew what the glistening shell before him was. It was in tact. Predators had not yet smashed it open for the contents within. The dragon moved closer, mandibles clicking. He didn't eat eggs. Red eyes stared at the scene, taking in the sight so that he could properly react. Carefully Astiar shuffled closer, trying his best to not disturb the setup. Then, he sat practically laid down, using his long talons to carefully wrap around the egg in a manner that was considerably protective. His head laid down a moment later, another chittering noise sounded. The ashes were hot, presenting mild discomfort to the dragon. The cold egg was cause for concern. Were eggs supposed to be cold? His simple mind couldn't infer. Noisy buzzing sounded from him. Hopefully someone would come along to help him with his uncertainties for how to deal with the egg he currently had protectively wrapped his legs around.
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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