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[fulzanin]

<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>

The startling issue of having hyperactive senses had swiftly dissolved into something more practical. It had taken time, but he had at least learned how to ease the hearing portion of his now hyperactive senses. He could be as high up in the air as he wanted - almost - and crane his head and hear the conversations that came from far down below. This was such a time, where he banked a turn and came crashing down from the air. Perhaps he did such a dramatic appearance of almost freefalling through the air for the dramatics of it all? He spread his wings far from his sides when the ground came close. He always came close to crashing, but he had done this often enough over his lifespan to know how to avoid such an issue. Even with his ever sensitive hearing, he truly hadn't even heard Hushsound speak from how far up he had been previously.

"Reading is such a weird sounding word, Tanteri clucked, his head twisting a little to the side. Then it tilted, then moved to the side, and then back again. His head was always moving and turning, although his blue eyes remained squinted tightly together. It was hard, the sudden change in detail that he saw in the fur of those who lived here. His beak clicked together a few times. "I'm Tanteri." The pterosaur introduced. Even though he hadn't heard Hushsound speak, he had been under the assumption that they had at least communicated a little in some other way before his arrival. Maybe by those scribbles in the sand? He didn't attach the deep indentions in the grains of sand to the concept of reading. They were both foreign concepts to the pterandon (like most things were) and in truth Tanteri cared not about trying to grasp them. "You could stay here, if you'd want. I'm pretty sure we allow most people to stay here as long as they're not..evil, that's what I've gathered." For a moment his voice rose to it's usual high shriek, but it swiftly downed as he winced at the heightened noise.

TAGS 9/27/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Tanteri
✧ physically medium, mentally medium
✧ cis male| he/him
✧ the typhoon

APPEARANCE.
✧ pteranodon {ref} | 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 | enhanced senses (undiscovered)
✧ 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.