03-29-2020, 03:22 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
Astiar's mental state fluctuates. Some days he is entirely bound to instinct and refuses to rise up beyond it in any manner or in in any method. He eats, he sleeps, he wanders around and buzzes just like the insect that he once had been. He is still simple during the days where he talks and seems to be trying to communicate more effectively. Astiar's words are always simple and his motives equally so. However, he is stopped during one of his mundane and normal walks around the camp. He sees something, someone, familiar. It lights up in his mind and the dull lights usually present in his eyes flicker. Kydobi had died. He had seen it during that utter mess of combat where he had stood and done nothing. Astiar hadn't known what to do while the lion had slain him. He still wasn't quite certain what to do about it. He was alive now, But Astiar had thought death to be permanent. He knew it to be.
Talons drag Astiar's form over, him knowing that this was the same person that the stench of death had been on a few days ago. His antennae curl as if it would somehow convey his bewildered mindset other than his widened red eyes. Horns were new. Such a thing didn't quite register spare a brief notion within Astiar's mind. His wings buzz loudly as he approaches, sniffing loudly. Was this really one and the same? The same person that had fed him when a larger portion of food had been stolen from him? He lowers his head and chitters loudly. He keeps his distance, still confused as to how Piers was again alive. Astiar had smelt death. He was utterly confused, bewildered, but delighted. The other was alive, and that was certainly a great thing. Being alive was far greater than being dead. Instinct kept him from dying. He wondered if there was something similar that had, somehow, kept Piers from staying dead. His basic mind can't think more than that simple thought, continuing to buzz and stare.
Talons drag Astiar's form over, him knowing that this was the same person that the stench of death had been on a few days ago. His antennae curl as if it would somehow convey his bewildered mindset other than his widened red eyes. Horns were new. Such a thing didn't quite register spare a brief notion within Astiar's mind. His wings buzz loudly as he approaches, sniffing loudly. Was this really one and the same? The same person that had fed him when a larger portion of food had been stolen from him? He lowers his head and chitters loudly. He keeps his distance, still confused as to how Piers was again alive. Astiar had smelt death. He was utterly confused, bewildered, but delighted. The other was alive, and that was certainly a great thing. Being alive was far greater than being dead. Instinct kept him from dying. He wondered if there was something similar that had, somehow, kept Piers from staying dead. His basic mind can't think more than that simple thought, continuing to buzz and stare.
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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