10-02-2019, 06:45 AM
we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been
Astiar didn't really take in the changing color of the leaves. In his mind, the trees only served as a food source. He knocked them over when he was hungry and sunk his mandibles in to munch on the felled bark. His claws would shred away the harder, external bark, and then he was able to help himself. The color changing leaves usually weren't his target for eating. Sometimes they were tasty, and Astiar would strip off the branches as well. Usually, though, they weren't tastier than the bark was. He preferred what he knew would work, what would provide him with energy and sustenance. He, in truth, had been searching for one to go and eat at the time when he heard the loud crash of a body into a pile of leaves.
Allergies were not something that he understood. He hadn't ever had an allergic reaction of his own before. It was the same for joyfully leaping into a pile of leaves. An animal that was firmly bound to their instincts had no time for a thing such as playtime. The barest amount of curiosity, though? That Astiar could manage. He came striding over, mostly due to the sneezes. A click of his mandibles announced his presence as he approached. The swears and sporadic movements went over his head, alongside what likely should have been a feeling of concern. A buzz of his wings sounded. Instead of investigating the gat, his horned head shoved into the leaf pile. It was a brief inspection before he pulled his head backwards from the mound, six legs carrying him a pace backward. His antennae raised, not quite sure what the sneezing noise was supposed to be. Sneezing was not possible for insects, and his barest form of curiosity made him blankly stare and watch. The cicada did not try to help the other up, or to ease the sneezing fit - if anything, putting his head in the pile had gotten a few fibers stuck to his scaly face. Another click of his mandibles sounded whilst his blank staring continued.
Allergies were not something that he understood. He hadn't ever had an allergic reaction of his own before. It was the same for joyfully leaping into a pile of leaves. An animal that was firmly bound to their instincts had no time for a thing such as playtime. The barest amount of curiosity, though? That Astiar could manage. He came striding over, mostly due to the sneezes. A click of his mandibles announced his presence as he approached. The swears and sporadic movements went over his head, alongside what likely should have been a feeling of concern. A buzz of his wings sounded. Instead of investigating the gat, his horned head shoved into the leaf pile. It was a brief inspection before he pulled his head backwards from the mound, six legs carrying him a pace backward. His antennae raised, not quite sure what the sneezing noise was supposed to be. Sneezing was not possible for insects, and his barest form of curiosity made him blankly stare and watch. The cicada did not try to help the other up, or to ease the sneezing fit - if anything, putting his head in the pile had gotten a few fibers stuck to his scaly face. Another click of his mandibles sounded whilst his blank staring continued.
GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ the pitt | pittian
APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— no current injuries
COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation
RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add
INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | no powers | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, easy provoke | will kill
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking
MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ the pitt | pittian
APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— no current injuries
COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation
RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add
INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | no powers | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, easy provoke | will kill
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking
MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question
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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