I KNOW KUNG FU / hush v tanteri

[fulzanin]

<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>

Tanteri had a near 14 foot wide wingspan. It was disproportionate to the rest of his body. Most male pteranodons were eighteen feet tall or bigger. Tanteri was a measly five, but his wingspan remained the same as if he were, in fact, the normal height. When he saw the other make a swing for one wing, the limb had pulled back and away, ruining his downstroke position. He felt teeth clench down on one of his wings. Tanteri's head turned, the end of his beak grabbing on to one of the feline's legs. Then his head swung to the side, and then released. His goal had been to toss the feline to the side, to release his wing from the other's hold. Yes, he expected the sudden ripping of teeth to hurt a little. The webbing of his wings was strong, though. Not to mention that a pteranodon's wings were quite tough. They were meant to soar for hours and hours while barely ever gracing the ground. It mattered not how tough his wings were. Being bit still hurt, they were still sensitive to sense the thermal currents that aided flight. Tanteri's wings gave a harsh flap. The motion launched him forward, trying to charge before the other possibly recovered. The three fingers of his wings moved to try to grab onto the feline. The pterosaur took care to keep the raking motion that followed from actually digging in past the fur, laxing them so that they more so scraped than hinge and dig in. The pteranodon knew that if he did curl his fingers, the claws would hurt. They were sharp, meant for grappling stone ledges and tearing past hardened skin so that he could peck at the flesh of prey underneath. It was how he could manage to scavenge without having to wait for something else to come and break through a thick hide. Sure, it was often more taxing, but he deemed it worth it when he didn't want to bother diving about to fish. He deemed it unfair to take to the air - for now - and so he used his limited concept of ground fighting. Tanteri knew he would get around to doing such a thing. Just not now, not while he was trying to gauge how well his abilities helped him on while grounded.

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.