SAY IT ☆ deceit

[hushsound.]

( done for the October cdc prompt of "deceit" !! )

If hearing about Halloween had thrown Hushsound off his game quite a bit, then let's just say that hearing about Christmas had just left him completely and and at a loss. Unable to do any research on the subject at such short notice, Hush found himself wandering through the main camp area of The Typhoon, sort of just listening to all of the different conversations going on all around him. Much to his chagrin, most of the conversations going on were all about this mysterious Christmas holiday. He could faintly hear one of the mothers of the group talking to another, sounding thoroughly worn out to the point of exhaustion, "Can you believe that we're already in Halloween? It feels like just yesterday it was the start of the new year... soon enough we'll have to be worrying about Christmas gifts for everyone... it used to be so simple when any little toy would distract my son easily, but now that he's older... oh, it's just so hard getting things for everyone." Hush found a small smile come to his muzzle as he slowed in his tracks, sighing softly. So it seemed as though this mysterious "Christmas" thing involved gift giving of some kind... well that sounded rather nice, but it still seemed to him that there was something that he was missing about all of this. After all, everyone was talking about this holiday after Halloween – and yes, Hush was completely unaware of the holiday between those two, Thanksgiving – and some even seemed rather excited about some mysterious "Santa" fellow, mostly children.

As if to prove his point, as Hushsound sat there just contemplating what was going on, a group of several different species of children came running up to him, grinning enthusiastically. Many voices leaped out at him and startled him, making him just stare down at them in confusion, but eventually a small canine pup, the seeming leader of the group, barked loudly enough to catch his attention, Mister Hush, you're pretty close in age to us! One of the older kids told us that Santa wasn't real, but we know he's lying. You believe in Santa, don't you?" At first, Hush just wanted to protest that he was being compared in age to a group of small children, but then he realized that he was being asked a question that he wholeheartedly didn't understand in the slightest. He still didn't even know what Santa was, or who he was, evidently. Saying yes would be lying directly to the children's faces, and he knew that it was wrong, but it also seemed as though they would be upset if he said no... he found himself just staring down silently for a long moment, before he finally decided that he wanted to make them happy more than he wanted to tell the exact truth. Holding back a sigh, he leaned forward to write carefully in the ground, "YES, OF COURSE I BELIEVE IN SANTA." The children, seeming pleased with his answer and very satisfied that they were right, nodded and thanked him before turning to rush off again as a group, leaving Hush just sitting there with a sigh leaving him.

Once the children were gone and he was left alone, the male hesitated before scuffing out his previous words and writing carefully, frowning, "WHAT EVEN IS CHRISTMAS??" Even without his voice available for inflection, it was pretty clear that he was hopelessly confused.

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[fulzanin]

<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>

Christmas didn't exist in the time period Tanteri came from. Santa, elves, flying reindeer, they were all concepts that the pterosaur had never even had any knowledge of existing. Overhearing the conversation was not a hard feat, his sensitive hearing made eavesdropping almost impossible to avoid. The written portion of the conversation was, of course, unable to be registered. He couldn't read, writing was equally as nonexistent in the era that Tanteri hailed from. His wings lifted his body as he trotted over, beak clicking a couple times over as he watched the children go.

"Santa, what kind of a.. word is that?" The pteranodon clucked. He, too, felt confusion swarm onto his mind, not allowing him to try to grasp the entirety of the conversation that had passed. Missing half of it, of course, could do such a thing. His head turned to look at the scribbles in the dirt, still not even sure of what the purpose of those was. Reading and writing, both were foreign, both didn't exist in the slightest where he came from and left him grasping the idea that it was some crude drawing. "This supposed to be a drawing of it?" His voice rose to a familiar shriek-y form, swiftly falling back down to the tone that was barely, only barely, less than an absolute shout. Tanteri barely grasped the fact that Hushsound didn't like speaking. He found such a thing odd, on the inside of course. Another click of his beak sounded, head twisting and tipping to the side so he could see the written sentence better. Didn't help him understand it any; reading the other's written words was lost to him. "Good drawing of whatever it is, Hush. I don't know what the 'Santa' is, but if I, I see anything like this drawing, I'll know for sure." The prehistoric beast said, lowering his head closer to the written words. A few more clicks of his beak sounded, squinting as if it would help the image suddenly make sense to his prehistoric mind.

TAGS 9/27/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Tanteri
✧ physically medium, mentally medium
✧ cis male| he/him
✧ the typhoon

APPEARANCE.
✧ pteranodon {ref} | health: 100%
— a dull grey pteranodon with a blue crest, which has a jagged cut in the front-center. He has a reddish brown stripe that goes down his spine and jags out in triangles onto his shoulders. His beak is yellow, but turns blue as it goes closer to his face. His wings are a deeper grey, with blue dots surrounding the section that connects the webbing to his torso. He has three talons on each wing which are used for picking up objects and slashing. His feet are small and connected to his wings by his ankles. His tail is long and mutated. Six prongs stick off of the tail, with the same dark grey webbing as his wings connecting them. These prongs have spikes on the end. The webbing on his tail also has navy blue dots where the webbing connects to his tail. His eyes are a light blue, with a deeper blue pupil.

PERSONALITY.
✧ loyal, hardworking, self-efficient, group-hunter
✧ sensitive, cautious, inquisitive
✧ loud and noisy, self preservationist, survival based, easily angered

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ markoa x tokak | npc x npc [first gen]
✧ upoa
✧ polyromantic demisexual | looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally medium | mutated tail | beak and talons are preferred fighting methods | enhanced senses
✧ hard provoke | will kill
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions in bolded #68D3A4 | attack in #900C3F | mention [member=7490]Tanteri[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ his crest wound came from a crash landing- Tanteri would like for everyone to think that he had gained such in a fight.

[hushsound.]

While Hush found that, over time, he liked Tanteri's presence more and more, even though the flying dinosaur understood very little, one thing constantly still did cause the Hero of the Wild to flinch every time Tanteri approached, and that was his voice. As strange as it was to Tanteri that Hush didn't like to speak, it was equally as strange to Hush that the dinosaur felt the need to speak so loudly. Honestly, the small feline knew that the only reason Tanteri wasn't still talking at eardrum shattering volumes was because of the heightened senses he now had that he didn't have complete control over yet. Hushsound didn't want Tanteri to suffer, but he did find that he felt a bit more at ease with the fact that the other had to silence himself at least a little. When the other approached and asked him what kind of word Santa was, Hush found himself at a complete loss. He opened his mouth to answer, but Tanteri was already onto the next thing, talking about how he thought that Hush's scribbled words were a drawing of this strange elusive santa figure. The male often forgot that Tanteri couldn't understand his written words at all, and he found his frown growing when Tanteri told him that he had done a good drawing of Santa. Once the other was done, Hush quickly shook his head a d mumbled in his soft and raspy voice, knowing better than to try and communicate through more writing, "I don't actually know what a Santa is, but the kids seemed so excited about it that I just had to say that I knew. That "drawing" was actually me asking what Santa and Christmas are, since I've never heard of those things in my life." He really didn't, since he had never encountered the holiday while he was in Hyrule, and he hardly had any time for celebrating things when he had been traveling around the roguelands between groups.

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