08-16-2019, 05:49 AM
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Tanteri’s head had for a moment glanced at where the crab had scuttled away, likely taking note of such. His head was constantly twitching: barely tilting one way, the other, forwards, the other way, forwards, back again. His beak clicked together, blue eyes staring.
“Is that supposed to be some string of slang that I’m supposed to know? Because I don’t know it. That’s rude.” When his beak opened and speech came forth, it could be made clear that the power of flight he possessed, and a permanent outdoor voice as well. Feathers he didn’t know. Reptile he didn’t know. Those classifications hadn’t existed yet: and the term dinosaur hadn’t been created. “My name is Tanteri.” His voice was still loud: it had not been a one time error. The pteranodon’s blue eyes had narrowed a little, trying to observe which ones before him were predator and prey. That could simply be divided to herbivores and carnivores, theoretically, but the pterosaur was more so glancing from a distance for sharp teeth. Distance worked in his favor, distance worked with his far sighted nature so that he could see the trio that had arrived with ease.
“I land, I eat, I leave. I’ve been flying for several damn sunrises at this point.” Tanteri’s ever loud voice sounded wary, and his word choice heavily selective. He didn’t note how exhausted he was- no, rather he strove to keep it to seem like he could still fly off at any time. He could, yes, but Tanteri didn’t think he would make it very far in his exhausted state. His beak clicked again, frustration that he had lost his meal surging forth. That would have helped tremendously. A glance to where the crab had gone to his before returning again to inspecting and staring at the group. He hadn’t moved backwards, hadn’t moved from the position at all. Spare moving his wings a little: just so he could take off in the instance that one of them charged at him. It was survival, it was instinct, he never truly did such in purpose.
Tanteri’s head had for a moment glanced at where the crab had scuttled away, likely taking note of such. His head was constantly twitching: barely tilting one way, the other, forwards, the other way, forwards, back again. His beak clicked together, blue eyes staring.
“Is that supposed to be some string of slang that I’m supposed to know? Because I don’t know it. That’s rude.” When his beak opened and speech came forth, it could be made clear that the power of flight he possessed, and a permanent outdoor voice as well. Feathers he didn’t know. Reptile he didn’t know. Those classifications hadn’t existed yet: and the term dinosaur hadn’t been created. “My name is Tanteri.” His voice was still loud: it had not been a one time error. The pteranodon’s blue eyes had narrowed a little, trying to observe which ones before him were predator and prey. That could simply be divided to herbivores and carnivores, theoretically, but the pterosaur was more so glancing from a distance for sharp teeth. Distance worked in his favor, distance worked with his far sighted nature so that he could see the trio that had arrived with ease.
“I land, I eat, I leave. I’ve been flying for several damn sunrises at this point.” Tanteri’s ever loud voice sounded wary, and his word choice heavily selective. He didn’t note how exhausted he was- no, rather he strove to keep it to seem like he could still fly off at any time. He could, yes, but Tanteri didn’t think he would make it very far in his exhausted state. His beak clicked again, frustration that he had lost his meal surging forth. That would have helped tremendously. A glance to where the crab had gone to his before returning again to inspecting and staring at the group. He hadn’t moved backwards, hadn’t moved from the position at all. Spare moving his wings a little: just so he could take off in the instance that one of them charged at him. It was survival, it was instinct, he never truly did such in purpose.
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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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