09-09-2019, 01:31 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;"]Tanteri gave a sharp cluck when he was nudged. His tail flicked to help balance himself. He rested essentially on his wings and feet, and his balance on the ground was far worse than his balance in the sky. "He never said I couldn't stare, did he?" He replied in a cheeky manner. Although he supposed Idyll had a point- he wouldn't like someone staring at him without a care in the world. Deeper thought, though; he would certainly like the attention, albeit if it were obtained by creepy means. "Do you want me to name how many times I'm told to 'shut up' in those kinds of polite conversation that you mentioned? Even I can probably count that many!" The pterosaur screeched. His wings flapped, lifting his weight backwards so that he could make a broad gesture with a wing. His weight heavily came back down upon the ground, shaking his head.
Tanteri couldn't say that he truly knew who the Pitt was. Was it one person? Several? A group? It was hard to wrap his prehistoric head around, and his beak clicked at the thought. Now wasn't the time for such a trivial conversation- he was sure that he would have his time to ask later. "What the- what even is an appreciation day," he elected to question as his voice lowered to a mutter. His version of a mutter, therefore around the same level that regular speech was conversed on. "At least I've heard of crocodiles before. They're ugly, but the only normal thing that, apparently, lives around here." Swiftly his tone raised back to it's usual shriek, and a tilt of his head accompanied it. His head was always moving, twitching, turning, tilting. "Have you ever met one of the sentient ones, then?" The pteranodon asked. His wings gave a flap as he backed away, knowing that it likely had to be such a long, dreary walk for those without wings. He didn't know the other possessed the other appendages, and another form as well. He pitied those that had to walk everywhere, a nonsensical squawk following his movement away.
Tanteri couldn't say that he truly knew who the Pitt was. Was it one person? Several? A group? It was hard to wrap his prehistoric head around, and his beak clicked at the thought. Now wasn't the time for such a trivial conversation- he was sure that he would have his time to ask later. "What the- what even is an appreciation day," he elected to question as his voice lowered to a mutter. His version of a mutter, therefore around the same level that regular speech was conversed on. "At least I've heard of crocodiles before. They're ugly, but the only normal thing that, apparently, lives around here." Swiftly his tone raised back to it's usual shriek, and a tilt of his head accompanied it. His head was always moving, twitching, turning, tilting. "Have you ever met one of the sentient ones, then?" The pteranodon asked. His wings gave a flap as he backed away, knowing that it likely had to be such a long, dreary walk for those without wings. He didn't know the other possessed the other appendages, and another form as well. He pitied those that had to walk everywhere, a nonsensical squawk following his movement away.
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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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