03-07-2020, 01:14 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
In truth, Astiar had not noticed a youth tailing behind him. His search for food was one that was done with zeal. It was a caloric intake requirement and he had to meet it, or he would suffer the consequences. Trotting along in search of food was his priority usually. His needs were greater than any want that his mind could throw to him. Wants, Astiar did not understand. They were beyond his comprehension. A need was something like protection. His talons, sharp and able, carefully curled around the egg to ensure its safety. From what? Astiar didn't know. Instinct propelled him as always. It was reliable and forever present within his mind.
His antennae curled. Now that he was not moving and was stationary with a stationary task, he finally noticed the youth that had tailed him for the day. Astiar hears his name, and his head turns to follow the direction of the noise. His wings buzz, voicing his acknowledgement. A question is bestowed to him, one of few words. One that the dragon easily could answer. Astiar's antennae twitch, about to screech into the other's mind his answer of not understanding, but before he is able a booming voice sounds in his own. Whatever bare thoughts that Astiar had prior were shattered by such an intrusion. His antennae stick up, rigid, and his entire body tenses. A desire to want something, he does not understand. His mind scrambles briefly, before his head cranes forward down to gently nudge the egg with his snout. He is frazzled, but instinct prevails over the issues of higher thought.
Another approach, his head lifting up again. Another familiar face, and his wings again buzz to voice his greeting. His antennae are frazzled still, but he can certainly still hear. The youth is addressed, and his head briefly turns to again check that the other is still there. Again his name is used, and his attention returns to Gael. An order is given to him. Move egg. Move it. The lights in the dragon's eyes are dulled, but he seems to understand the gist. Astiar, unsure of how to move the egg, again results to nudging it slightly with his snout. The first idea that comes to mind is of utmost simplicity. He has no hands, and all legs are used when he walks. His jaws open, carefully able to grab the egg between throat and teeth due to his massive size. Only then does Astiar rise, his tail swinging sharply behind him to help him stand. "WHERE," Astiar screeches as his antennae slowly relax from their frazzled state, red eyes brightening up once more.
His antennae curled. Now that he was not moving and was stationary with a stationary task, he finally noticed the youth that had tailed him for the day. Astiar hears his name, and his head turns to follow the direction of the noise. His wings buzz, voicing his acknowledgement. A question is bestowed to him, one of few words. One that the dragon easily could answer. Astiar's antennae twitch, about to screech into the other's mind his answer of not understanding, but before he is able a booming voice sounds in his own. Whatever bare thoughts that Astiar had prior were shattered by such an intrusion. His antennae stick up, rigid, and his entire body tenses. A desire to want something, he does not understand. His mind scrambles briefly, before his head cranes forward down to gently nudge the egg with his snout. He is frazzled, but instinct prevails over the issues of higher thought.
Another approach, his head lifting up again. Another familiar face, and his wings again buzz to voice his greeting. His antennae are frazzled still, but he can certainly still hear. The youth is addressed, and his head briefly turns to again check that the other is still there. Again his name is used, and his attention returns to Gael. An order is given to him. Move egg. Move it. The lights in the dragon's eyes are dulled, but he seems to understand the gist. Astiar, unsure of how to move the egg, again results to nudging it slightly with his snout. The first idea that comes to mind is of utmost simplicity. He has no hands, and all legs are used when he walks. His jaws open, carefully able to grab the egg between throat and teeth due to his massive size. Only then does Astiar rise, his tail swinging sharply behind him to help him stand. "WHERE," Astiar screeches as his antennae slowly relax from their frazzled state, red eyes brightening up once more.
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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