10-15-2019, 10:58 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
Astiar had watched the members of the group create a place for food. He had been curious - as much a bug could manage. His wings buzzed as he munched on a branch, watching the other Pittians place food and take food. It was a strange concept. Sharing. Animals hardly understood a concept. Bugs certainly didn't. Perhaps those with a pack mentality would be able to comprehend. Not cicadas, especially. A bug was simple minded creature that didn't need the in depth thoughts required to comprehend sharing food. Astiar had watched for a long time while he ate his own food. His food was inedible to the rest of the group, but he decided that he needed to pitch in.
The mound of food was particularly small today. The cicada decided that he would remedy such a thing. The dragon turned and lumbered on out of the camp with his tail dragging in the dirt behind him. Slowly Astiar was growing familiar with having a tail. He could smack into things, albeit usually never intentionally. His wings brought him to the air, buzzing forth to set out on his self appointed task. It was merely copying that he was doing. The truthfulness of the statement was that he hadn't learned anything. Astiar was only copying what he had seen. His methods for copying were unique - as it was between any group of people. Everyone was their own individual, and everyone would always have their own unique ways of doing a task. The dragon shoved a tree over, and grabbed it with his mandibles. It was harder to get into the air, and even harder to bring the massive log all the way back to where all the food was stored. He felt small creatures crawl over him, but the necessary mental strength needed to remember what he was doing allowed for him to ignore such a thing.
Astiar set the tree down on top of where the food was stored. He heaved and huffed, feeling winded from the task. It was momentary, and the dragon swiftly recovered. The ever noisy wings had softened in their noise, only barely twitching. The dragon turned and stepped back, moving a distance away. He was watching and waiting for someone to take his contribution, just as others did. The small creatures that had been crawling on him were ants. They didn't bite him - more so they were confused as to why this cicada was far too massive. Their confusion was as best as an ant's mind could allow, of course. The ants had made their colony in that tree, and they now swarmed about due to being removed from their environment. They crawled around and nibbled at Astiar's scales. They didn't cause him any harm, they were not able to puncture the dragon's hardened scales. The prey that was present was soon crawling with ants. Astiar laid his head down, a soft rumble sounding.
The mound of food was particularly small today. The cicada decided that he would remedy such a thing. The dragon turned and lumbered on out of the camp with his tail dragging in the dirt behind him. Slowly Astiar was growing familiar with having a tail. He could smack into things, albeit usually never intentionally. His wings brought him to the air, buzzing forth to set out on his self appointed task. It was merely copying that he was doing. The truthfulness of the statement was that he hadn't learned anything. Astiar was only copying what he had seen. His methods for copying were unique - as it was between any group of people. Everyone was their own individual, and everyone would always have their own unique ways of doing a task. The dragon shoved a tree over, and grabbed it with his mandibles. It was harder to get into the air, and even harder to bring the massive log all the way back to where all the food was stored. He felt small creatures crawl over him, but the necessary mental strength needed to remember what he was doing allowed for him to ignore such a thing.
Astiar set the tree down on top of where the food was stored. He heaved and huffed, feeling winded from the task. It was momentary, and the dragon swiftly recovered. The ever noisy wings had softened in their noise, only barely twitching. The dragon turned and stepped back, moving a distance away. He was watching and waiting for someone to take his contribution, just as others did. The small creatures that had been crawling on him were ants. They didn't bite him - more so they were confused as to why this cicada was far too massive. Their confusion was as best as an ant's mind could allow, of course. The ants had made their colony in that tree, and they now swarmed about due to being removed from their environment. They crawled around and nibbled at Astiar's scales. They didn't cause him any harm, they were not able to puncture the dragon's hardened scales. The prey that was present was soon crawling with ants. Astiar laid his head down, a soft rumble sounding.
TAGS 9/4/19:
we've got a fire that burns within, we are the dragon hearted
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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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