05-01-2020, 02:18 PM
Spring was a nice season. The cold depths of winter passed away and gave way to the rebirth of many plants. The insects returned from, seemingly, nowhere. Birdsong was common and flowers began to bloom in their vibrant and spectacular ways. Some of these insects were pollinators, those that carried the pollen from those blooming flowers for their own needs and wound up helping the plants as well. One such a creature was the bumblebee. They were one of the more common species of bees that fluttered around in the springtime to search for sustenance and, inadvertently, pollinate the plants that they visited. They did tend to bumble about, fluttering from plant to plant in search of food. Harmless, with no stinger on their body like most bees tended to be associated with. Fuzzy as well - or perhaps hairy was just as equal a term to use in such an instance.
By no means was Nuzapa a bee. She looked like one for certain with her segmented body, colorations, and extreme amounts of fluff. But she knew she was a dragon, but she also liked the lifestyle that her bee like appearance gave her. She was way bigger than any bee could hope to be. Bee was also a shorter term than 'dragon', wasn't it? Less syllables, far easier for her to say. Nuzapa had problems with pronunciation, but that was where her one power came in. She could simply mold what she said after she'd said it so that it sounded correct. Lots of time had been spent achieving such a feat when bees didn't even communicate in such a way, and the dragons and other creatures she came across tended to not give her exact feedback when she practiced. The dragon found herself venturing a bit further than normal. It wasn't hard to do such a thing, her void eyes only able to see things that moved. A constant ushering of a breeze helped, but Nuzapa really wanted to see if finally, finally venturing far enough from the flower fields that she'd lived in for ages would grant her what she sought for most.
Bumbling into a tree halted the dragon's process. Her eyes lifted up, noting the branches swaying with the faintest of breezes. Where, exactly, she was happened to be uncertain to her. Nuzapa's wings buzzed slightly, moving from their position resting near her back. Lost she was, head tipping a little. "Oh, dear," she chattered, feeling strange using her voice as it wasn't quite common for her. That was were the slightest of manipulation of the air came in, allowing her to form her words better and make up for the lack of moving mouth parts. "Tha's probably a lotta trees." She moved closer to one, nudging it with a leg. Quite sturdy, not that she could quite tell what kind of tree it was - or the kinds of trees point blank. Her antennae stretched forward, tapping against the bark gently. Lost was the dragon, but she didn't have anywhere else to be at the time. Sheer luck allowed for the dragon to not get caught or trapped due to her movement based sight, or perhaps the fact that she'd been buzzing along through the air until bumping into something halted her after she'd started moving along again.
By no means was Nuzapa a bee. She looked like one for certain with her segmented body, colorations, and extreme amounts of fluff. But she knew she was a dragon, but she also liked the lifestyle that her bee like appearance gave her. She was way bigger than any bee could hope to be. Bee was also a shorter term than 'dragon', wasn't it? Less syllables, far easier for her to say. Nuzapa had problems with pronunciation, but that was where her one power came in. She could simply mold what she said after she'd said it so that it sounded correct. Lots of time had been spent achieving such a feat when bees didn't even communicate in such a way, and the dragons and other creatures she came across tended to not give her exact feedback when she practiced. The dragon found herself venturing a bit further than normal. It wasn't hard to do such a thing, her void eyes only able to see things that moved. A constant ushering of a breeze helped, but Nuzapa really wanted to see if finally, finally venturing far enough from the flower fields that she'd lived in for ages would grant her what she sought for most.
Bumbling into a tree halted the dragon's process. Her eyes lifted up, noting the branches swaying with the faintest of breezes. Where, exactly, she was happened to be uncertain to her. Nuzapa's wings buzzed slightly, moving from their position resting near her back. Lost she was, head tipping a little. "Oh, dear," she chattered, feeling strange using her voice as it wasn't quite common for her. That was were the slightest of manipulation of the air came in, allowing her to form her words better and make up for the lack of moving mouth parts. "Tha's probably a lotta trees." She moved closer to one, nudging it with a leg. Quite sturdy, not that she could quite tell what kind of tree it was - or the kinds of trees point blank. Her antennae stretched forward, tapping against the bark gently. Lost was the dragon, but she didn't have anywhere else to be at the time. Sheer luck allowed for the dragon to not get caught or trapped due to her movement based sight, or perhaps the fact that she'd been buzzing along through the air until bumping into something halted her after she'd started moving along again.
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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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