09-27-2019, 09:51 AM
[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;"]If there was a place to be made specifically for his kind, it would have to be the beach. Or at least, a rocky shoreline. The water provided food, and the cliffs would provide shelter. There wasn't much more that was needed in life than a good place to live and a nice place to fish. Tanteri had been nomadic for most of his life. Moving from island to island, soaring over the seas. He would dive down from the heights whenever he saw fish from high above. Exploring? Not really. It wasn't for him. Moving around was just his way of life. Staying in one place for a while, staying here? It was so strange. He wanted to grasp it. Perhaps that was why he stayed. He wanted to try to grasp why he was the only creature of his kind here, why there were no other beasts of his time period present. The change of eras was lost to him, it always had been and likely always would be.
Tanteri had the habit of practically dive bombing down on people. He always remained high in the sky, because he believed thoroughly that such was where he belonged. It was the only normalcy in this strange world where people had grass on their bodies and spoke in strange ways and formed communities beyond their own species. He did such now, when he noticed that there was someone down below on the beach. His wings pressed close to his sides and he swiftly descended. The pterosaur's wings spread open at near the last second, and a series of strong flaps kept him from crashing. That was something he was proud of: being able to dive down and not crash. Perhaps Tanteri was even cocky about his ability.
The pteranodon didn't even know that there was a war about to happen. He was secluded. He kept to the sky nearly all the time, and only came diving down from the air when he saw someone. This was the case now, as it always was. He was unaware of the bustling camp of war preparations. The sketches of question marks upon the sand were lost to him. They were lost and just as foreign to him as the term 'dinosaur' was. "You drawing on the sand out here?" He shrieked out his question. His body raised and he swung his feet forward - essentially a good step forward - before he then came to another halt. "Don't know what that drawing is supposed to be. Looks good, I guess, for whatever it is," the pterosaur continued on for a few moments. Then Tanteri paused, a click of his beak following. "Weren't you wandering about earlier?" The pteranodon knew not of the other's silent tendencies, and for such being the reason as to why the other didn't simply speak. His loud voice was a stark contrast, and far too noisy and shrill for the conversation he was trying to engage.
Tanteri had the habit of practically dive bombing down on people. He always remained high in the sky, because he believed thoroughly that such was where he belonged. It was the only normalcy in this strange world where people had grass on their bodies and spoke in strange ways and formed communities beyond their own species. He did such now, when he noticed that there was someone down below on the beach. His wings pressed close to his sides and he swiftly descended. The pterosaur's wings spread open at near the last second, and a series of strong flaps kept him from crashing. That was something he was proud of: being able to dive down and not crash. Perhaps Tanteri was even cocky about his ability.
The pteranodon didn't even know that there was a war about to happen. He was secluded. He kept to the sky nearly all the time, and only came diving down from the air when he saw someone. This was the case now, as it always was. He was unaware of the bustling camp of war preparations. The sketches of question marks upon the sand were lost to him. They were lost and just as foreign to him as the term 'dinosaur' was. "You drawing on the sand out here?" He shrieked out his question. His body raised and he swung his feet forward - essentially a good step forward - before he then came to another halt. "Don't know what that drawing is supposed to be. Looks good, I guess, for whatever it is," the pterosaur continued on for a few moments. Then Tanteri paused, a click of his beak following. "Weren't you wandering about earlier?" The pteranodon knew not of the other's silent tendencies, and for such being the reason as to why the other didn't simply speak. His loud voice was a stark contrast, and far too noisy and shrill for the conversation he was trying to engage.
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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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