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the past races forward - entrance rituals - fulzanin - 08-25-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px #DADE11 solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: black;"]Tanteri hadn't known that there was a requirement of all things for joining this strange group. He thought them very strange. They did not have scales, but instead often were coated in some strange..grass like texture. He wasn't sure what to call it. He didn't have the slightest idea as to what it was that they were all covered in. He came from an era where scales and dinosaurs ruled, where the only thing other than scales were feathers. Mammals were rare, if not nonexistant. Tanteri had never the pleasure of meeting such a rarity. It left him staring, watching NPC's idly as his first days in the Typhoon went past.
Then he had been told of the entrance ceremonies and the pterosaur was dreadfully confused as to the concepts that were spoken of. Charm bracelets. Whatever that was, it was step one of becoming an actual member of this place. He hadn't ever heard of such a thing, and rather than ask questions he decided he would figure it out along the way. First he had to find out who the blacksmith was. Before that came figuring out that the Blacksmith was a person. Honestly, Tanteri was already about fed up with this sort of thing and he hadn't even begun.
There was a problem with wearing items of clothing. Especially such a fickle thing as a bracelet. He couldn't slip a bracelet onto his feet, as the webbing from his wings attached right at his ankles. He didn't have arms, so that was another no-go. Eventually the pteranodon had tried to slip the item over his head. He grabbed it in his beak and tried to sling it over his head. Another no-go, his massive crest kept such from being able to fit. Rapidly his beak had clicked together in frustration. Filthy rituals that couldn't be done by someone like him! What was he supposed to do about such a predicament?!
Tanteri had left the blacksmith in an angry fit, carrying the bracelet in his beak. Such a filthy thing, a possession he couldn't even wear. He tried to slip such onto his foot, but wound up hobbling about due to it not being able to rest above his ankle. He seethed, flinging his tail infront of him. Tanteri's eyes widened, and he slowly managed to close the fins of his tail. The bracelet slipped on, just past the six prongs, and then they opened. It stuck.
"Hah!" Tanteri shrilled in delight, slinging his tail about behind him. It fit! It worked, he could complete the first part of this stupid ritual! Perhaps, the pterosaur thought, it was constructed this way in order to prove intellect? He felt smug, and a surge of pride shot through him- a surge that died when an NPC came up and shoved some strange concoction forth. "Oh," Tanteri said, disheartened- his tone momentarily several tones lower than the norm.
Who needed sailing. Tanteri had scoffed when he had been told to 'sail out' to this island. He didn't need such a fickle thing, he had the air under his wings. He had drank the juice that had been given to him on the shoreline, and had leaped into the air and set off for the island. It wasn't terrible weather for flying. Tanteri had been through worse, constantly living out on the sea. A calm night to fly to an island was a gift.
The pterosaur wasn't sure what, exactly, was in that jungle juice. Apparently that was what it was named, and it befuddled him. Perhaps it was just a name, just like how his favorite foods were apparently titled 'fish'. Such a strange people group, they were.
He hadn't been flying long when he had a sneaking suspicion that something, someone, was following. He glanced behind him, clicking his beak rapidly at the sight of nothing being present. Tanteri wrote it off as the strange feeling of a charm bracelet around his tail. It was just messing with him. He scanned the water below him, giving his wings another powerful flap. He had to be getting close, right? He looked up to get his bearings.
There was something burning bright up there. It was loud and sounded like something was breaking. The air felt hot, it was searing, and there was fire pouring from the sky. Tanteri wasn't sure what it was- it had to be some nightmare, was he awake? Was this real? He screamed in panic when fire whizzed near him, and on impulse he closed his wings and dived down. He dived down and down and barely managed to throw his wings open when he almost hit ground. There was a 'boom', the air felt scalding, the air threw him to the ground.
Tanteri awoke with a searing headache, and the term 'extinction', foreign and strange being on the front of his mind. He struggled up into a stand. It was still night time, but the pteranodon wasn't sure if it was the same night as the one with all the fire. Had..had that been real? Nothing seemed scorched or burned. Everything seemed fine. Had he only imagined such a thing? Had it been the jungle juice that had been given to him before this flight.
He grumbled loudly, shrieking out a curse as he moved one of his wings. It was sore from his crash landing, and he swore that he saw things that moved the moment he turned his head to look. The pterosaur knew that this was going to be a long winding night indeed. He clambered forth, deciding to let his wing rest from the rough landing. Yet it felt like a phantom pain, which only made him more frustrated. What had been real about that surreal flight to this island? Was this even the right island?
He made his way along the ground, searching. For what? Tanteri wasn't all that sure. Answers for his previous questions was the first thing that came to mind. Something to eat came second. His panic had left him hungry, and he desperately wanted to push the concoction that he had drank before flying here out of his system. He didn't hunt in forests. He was a piscivore. He was not suited to such an environment- not to mention he was a creature of the sky of another era on the ground.
He saw movement, and tried to follow as he had seen some of his new clanmates do. He had no method to hunt on land- he never had to. He lowered himself as best as he could. Wasn't really all that effective, as he had a crest that stuck up high in the air no matter how he angled his head. Of course the prey escaped his beak, and he pecked at the hole that it had fled down into. Tanteri grumbled, sitting back. He decided he would continue searching- for all he knew it was the beginning of the night and more opportunities would arise.
His wanderings were cut short. Tanteri soon felt dizzy, gripping the bark of a tree with his hands. It was a strange method to clamber up. His hands grabbed onto the bark, and he hoisted himself up with his back legs. He had more upper body strength, as it was his arms that managed all the flapping that a pterosaur used to move about. He was disoriented, and didn't want to risk flying and crashing again into the ground. He rested up on a tree branch, breathing heavy. "Extinction," he echoed under his breath. What was such a term? He could ask about it when he got back.
He was just happy to be off the ground when he thought he saw eyes peering up from the forest floor to meet his own. He wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
The flight back made Tanteri anxious. His one arm was still somewhat sore. He could manage the flight- what would he be if he couldn't take to the sky? It was his one and only defense, it would be deadly for him if he wasn't able to take to the safety net of the sky. In the era he came from, he was one of the biggest carnivores that relied on the sky as safety. Even other pteranodons could be on the menu for him, if he was hungry enough. He hadn't ever had a scrape with them before. Something told him that it was unlikely he ever would again.
He didn't know that he was in a new era. He didn't have a single clue spare that one word that refused to leave his mind. It wasn't a concept that he was familiar with. The fur on his new clanmates was strange, yes. The plants were different, yes. The food was different, yes. Tanteri tried to wrap it up as it being this one island that was all sorts of strange, and not the whole world. The idea was not feasible. It was a concept that he couldn't even fathom. It had to only be this one place, right? Tanteri supposed he would have to scout about one day, but that day would not be today. It was tiring enough to fly with his sore arm. He knew he had to rest for a few days, which was going to be an absolute annoyance.
He hadn't seen any pterosaurs when he had flown about his new home. Of course he had scouted this place during his first days. What sort of self-respected pteranodon would he be if he hadn't? He had called out for hours upon hours, and there had been no response. He was the only one on this island, and it saddened him. Tanteri felt like it was connected to that strange experience he had under the jungle juice. Did that have something to do with it? He felt like there was a lump in his lungs, as if he had been a bystander to some terrible event. Guilt? What was he guilty for? The pterosaur had no idea, and it made his flight slightly more hasty- to return to his new home and have something to get his mind off of this strange surge of guilt.
It was strange to feel guilty for something he didn't comprehend, something that he couldn't fully grasp. What was all that fire from? He felt like it hadn't been real. Nothing had been singed when he had investigated about that island. It had to have all been in his head. He assured himself that it had been a fabrication. A mere fabrication by that strange drink- a drink he knew he would never, never drink again.
Tanteri was still stumped as to how he could have thought up such a strange word as 'extinction', if he'd never heard it before.
Tanteri circled about the shore, only diving down when he took note of some poor school of fish that was near the shore. He dived, grabbing several in his long beak. He landed on the shore soon after, swiftly gulping them down. A horrendous experience, that night. Tanteri took a few moments to make sure that the fish stayed down. What did the term 'extinction' mean, he thought as he flopped his head into the sand. The exhaustion of the night prior wore on him, and soon the pteranodon was dozing on the white sand.
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