fun features fathom flying - joining

[fulzanin]

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"Lower my voice?" The pterosaur asked, as if clarifying to make sure that he had heard such correctly. What an odd concept. If anything, he remembered being told that he needed to speak up more! Or, at least, such a comment had been made by his old significant other. What a shame that the relationship had ended so soon after it had began. Sad, sad fate. "You must mean deepen it. I can do that." The pterosaur shrilled, a wave of a wing following suit.

The concept of owning land was another foreign concept to the pteranodon. He had never heard of such a concept. He was of a come-and-go lifestyle, arriving on the cliffsides where other pterosaurs perched, hanging with them and then leaving whenever he grew bored of their antics. Then it was time to soar across land and see in search of another flock- usually he never saw the same person twice. "You don't? You just keep getting weirder and weirder." Tanteri muttered. His voice had not quieted, hadn't changed in the slightest. A small shrug of his wings followed: it was debatable if he had even tried to fix his ever noisy and shriekish tone. What was the issue in trying something new? It would be a new experience to not leave after he'd had his fill. The concept of 'joining' was another foreign thing. Such came from being in a new era, one that was incredibly different from the life that he had always lived in. "That's a very long name. Dove, I'll use that one if that's alright." His head rapidly tilted again, looking at the other two that had arrived to greet him. "Which one of them is that Ward you mentioned..?"

TAGS 8/15/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Tanteri
✧ physically medium, mentally medium
✧ cis male| he/him
✧ will add after joining clan

APPEARANCE.
✧ pteranodon {ref1}! | 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
✧ 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.