03-31-2020, 12:34 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
Astiar's red gaze shifted to hear the squeaky voice of youth when Sweeney had appeared. His interactions with the fox children had been near minimal. Antennae wriggled as his head lowered a little further, another chittering noise parting from his jaws. The words that came forth were barely able to register in the simplistic mind of the dragon, but it did manage to sink in. "IS BACK," The dragon screeched out in a mental wave. If he was more in tone with emotions and their meaning, perhaps he would have been able to add a note of delight to those words. Alas, his understanding was minimal and his simplistic mind could still barely manage to understand words. Words that weren't concepts certainly were difficult for him, and the statement 'he's back from the dead' was far too long, too complex, and too out of the ordinary for him to even begin to understand. His wings begin to tone down their buzzing, likely to allow the air to be usable for the actual noise of conversation rather than his never ending, noisy, attention warranting buzzing.
Piers then speaks, and one of the dragon's legs stretch forward to scrape at the ground. He feels something, ensure of what it is. Astiar's sole emotion had always been curiosity. It prompted him to try things that instinct usually would disregard. Delight at the other's return from the dead was, sadly, beyond his level of comprehension. The bubbling feeling and unwavering desire to begin noisily chattering was barely restrained. Astiar can tell that thanks are what are being given to him. The dragon tips his head, and his mandibles click a few times. "GOOD," the dragon replies in response, just as noisy as always. His tail curls, while his head turns, noting that Kydobi was sprinting over. Astiar decides that it would be better for him to step away. Large talons move his body back a few paces in a manner that screams inexperience despite the amount of time he has had within this body. His simplistic mind can barely grasp that, perhaps, the hive leader would like space with his son. It was a hard concept for Astiar to grasp. Thankfully, he did. Would be quite hard to have a heart felt moment with a noisy, chittering bug making all sorts of noisy frequencies.
Piers then speaks, and one of the dragon's legs stretch forward to scrape at the ground. He feels something, ensure of what it is. Astiar's sole emotion had always been curiosity. It prompted him to try things that instinct usually would disregard. Delight at the other's return from the dead was, sadly, beyond his level of comprehension. The bubbling feeling and unwavering desire to begin noisily chattering was barely restrained. Astiar can tell that thanks are what are being given to him. The dragon tips his head, and his mandibles click a few times. "GOOD," the dragon replies in response, just as noisy as always. His tail curls, while his head turns, noting that Kydobi was sprinting over. Astiar decides that it would be better for him to step away. Large talons move his body back a few paces in a manner that screams inexperience despite the amount of time he has had within this body. His simplistic mind can barely grasp that, perhaps, the hive leader would like space with his son. It was a hard concept for Astiar to grasp. Thankfully, he did. Would be quite hard to have a heart felt moment with a noisy, chittering bug making all sorts of noisy frequencies.
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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