04-06-2020, 11:26 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
Perhaps Astiar should have been more shocked that the egg hatched something bird like. After all, he was quite bound to his instincts and a bug's worst fear tended to be multiple species of birds. However, size came into factor. Astiar quickly found that he didn't particularly care if the egg happened to hatch a bird. A part of him was still happy that it had hatched at all. For a creature so bare minded, that little chirp that sounded absolutely melted him. Adorable, the word flickered in his mind. This was life and it was adorable.
Astiar did not, however, understand names. He had been given one simply because it was easier to refer to the giant buzzing monster by a name rather than 'bug'. It made it easier to decipher which exact bug was being spoken about. A name he had no complaints about. He reached down and carefully began to move the discarded shell away, his basic mind turning over the idea that the sharp edges would not bode well for the chick. Astiar's horned head snapped up when the term 'eat' registered, him rapidly clicking his mandibles in a manner most furious. "LIVES LIVES LIVES," the dragon mentally bellowed, his claws curling. Yes, it had to live, for living was what instinct required. What did chicks eat? The dragon had no idea. Slowly his head lowered again to continue moving away the shells, his unblinking red gaze staring ahead. Astiar would fetch food later, for keeping this new life safe took up the forefront of his mind. Greed nor hunger would stop the idiotic bug's desire to raise what he'd found.
Astiar did not, however, understand names. He had been given one simply because it was easier to refer to the giant buzzing monster by a name rather than 'bug'. It made it easier to decipher which exact bug was being spoken about. A name he had no complaints about. He reached down and carefully began to move the discarded shell away, his basic mind turning over the idea that the sharp edges would not bode well for the chick. Astiar's horned head snapped up when the term 'eat' registered, him rapidly clicking his mandibles in a manner most furious. "LIVES LIVES LIVES," the dragon mentally bellowed, his claws curling. Yes, it had to live, for living was what instinct required. What did chicks eat? The dragon had no idea. Slowly his head lowered again to continue moving away the shells, his unblinking red gaze staring ahead. Astiar would fetch food later, for keeping this new life safe took up the forefront of his mind. Greed nor hunger would stop the idiotic bug's desire to raise what he'd found.
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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