08-15-2019, 08:04 PM
[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;"]To Tanteri, the ocean was the place to be. There was limitless fish in such a body of water. There was countless opportunities to dive down and snatch up food as he soared about through the air, and could eat on the fly. Not to mention the wind, it mattered little which way it pushed as any direction was fine to him. He spread open his wide wingspan, which was more than four times his height in size. It allowed him to catch the wind and glide for miles upon miles upon miles.
Yet it was the same thing as holding one’s arms in a T-Pose for a while. It got tiring, and the pterasaur was looking for a place to land. His head was craning about, scanning the choppy waves for an outcropping to land on. Tanteri clicked his beak at the sight of an island on the horizon, one a lot bigger than he had been expecting. That worked, it worked well. He slapped his wings against his sides and dove down towards the water. He threw them open to slow his descent, and skimmed across the water as he approached the shore.
There had been a 3 mile stretch of land with arches and railroads, but who needed such a trivial thing when one had the power of flight. Tanteri sat down on the shoreline, his sharp beak pecking at the shells that lined the coast. Turning them over, searching for something to snag on. He used his wings to walk: smacking them against the ground and swinging his feet forward. His long tail dragged behind him, tossing sand about. He had finally managed to uncover a crab, but froze up when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. He dropped the crab from his beak, which then scurried back away to a hiding spot not a moment later. His tail curled into the air and away from his back. A few clicks of Tanteri’s beak followed suit, searching still for the source of movement that he had seen.
Yet it was the same thing as holding one’s arms in a T-Pose for a while. It got tiring, and the pterasaur was looking for a place to land. His head was craning about, scanning the choppy waves for an outcropping to land on. Tanteri clicked his beak at the sight of an island on the horizon, one a lot bigger than he had been expecting. That worked, it worked well. He slapped his wings against his sides and dove down towards the water. He threw them open to slow his descent, and skimmed across the water as he approached the shore.
There had been a 3 mile stretch of land with arches and railroads, but who needed such a trivial thing when one had the power of flight. Tanteri sat down on the shoreline, his sharp beak pecking at the shells that lined the coast. Turning them over, searching for something to snag on. He used his wings to walk: smacking them against the ground and swinging his feet forward. His long tail dragged behind him, tossing sand about. He had finally managed to uncover a crab, but froze up when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. He dropped the crab from his beak, which then scurried back away to a hiding spot not a moment later. His tail curled into the air and away from his back. A few clicks of Tanteri’s beak followed suit, searching still for the source of movement that he had seen.
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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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