03-09-2020, 09:49 AM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
Performing a massive fit had been quite exhausting. It was even more exhausting for the dragon that was quite hungry, and his search for food had been interrupted by backtracking all the way back to camp. This was for an important cause, despite his instinct struggling to fully grasp it. It would help the hive, and survival of the group meant a better survival for himself. Stomping and thrashing and buzzing while being mindful to keep his head mostly still as to not jostle Piers. When he was tapped with a paw, he briefly stopped. Antennae curled forward to listen better.
Slowly Astiar craned his head down, gently depositing the child onto the ground. He then sat, legs awkwardly positioned to allow him to be able to take up the stance of sitting down. His wings still broke out into bursts of buzzing from time to time, but he silenced himself when Kydobi arrived. "KII KII," He screeches again, antennae flicking as they usually did whenever he broadcasted out his voice. A creature heavily bound to instinct simply could have notions that something was not right. He could tell, but he could not specify, nor could he convey. He scrapes his talons from his awkward sitting position, head then craning to try nudging the child closer to his father despite already being embraced. "WATER NO FOOD SMALL," Astiar then screeches. He continues to mistake the metal for water, but he does his best to convey it in a series of words that can almost make sense. His wings twitch and buzz, Astiar's head remaining close before pulling away again. The sickly feeling certainly was not food, especially not to an herbivorous creature such as he. Astiar's head tipped, shuffling his feet. Was his services done? Could he return to his search for food? The cicada wasn't certain, and elected that he would ensure that Piers was entirely safe before he buzzed off.
Slowly Astiar craned his head down, gently depositing the child onto the ground. He then sat, legs awkwardly positioned to allow him to be able to take up the stance of sitting down. His wings still broke out into bursts of buzzing from time to time, but he silenced himself when Kydobi arrived. "KII KII," He screeches again, antennae flicking as they usually did whenever he broadcasted out his voice. A creature heavily bound to instinct simply could have notions that something was not right. He could tell, but he could not specify, nor could he convey. He scrapes his talons from his awkward sitting position, head then craning to try nudging the child closer to his father despite already being embraced. "WATER NO FOOD SMALL," Astiar then screeches. He continues to mistake the metal for water, but he does his best to convey it in a series of words that can almost make sense. His wings twitch and buzz, Astiar's head remaining close before pulling away again. The sickly feeling certainly was not food, especially not to an herbivorous creature such as he. Astiar's head tipped, shuffling his feet. Was his services done? Could he return to his search for food? The cicada wasn't certain, and elected that he would ensure that Piers was entirely safe before he buzzed off.
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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