10-10-2019, 10:27 AM
<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>
It had taken time to grow used to his sight being far better than before. The deepest detail of things from far away were no longer blurs. He could see with such clarity that it brought him horrific headaches. He didn't like it at first. The pteranodon was farsighted, and that allowed him to see as he soared high over head. Now he couldn't get high up into the sky enough to return his sight to normal. It disoriented him, left him dazed and confused, and it was irritating. He didn't want to see every single detail of grass as he flew high above while looking for prey! He didn't want to hear the wind being louder than it was before - it had been loud enough already! He didn't want to be distracted by seeing something and unable to tear his eyes away. It was annoying, and it definitely disturbed his previously peaceful flights. Up in the air, nothing could bother him but the weather. Now it was absolutely inescapable.
Tanteri had discovered one use for his enhanced eyesight, though. It had come to him on a cloudy day where he had been gliding above the waters of the ocean. He had been keeping his head level - his latest strategy to try to rid his mind of the visual distractions. It meant the wind buffeted his face more, and it made his head hurt, but it was necessary. Finally the pterosaur had enough, and had gazed down. The water was rather mild today, and there, Tanteri could see movement. The small motions of fish swimming below. He could see them so much better, and from so much higher as to where his shadow was incredibly skewed. "Well, isn't that wonderful," Tanteri clucked. He banked around a few times, still wearing off the shock. This was, by far, the best use for this power. He could see the fish from so far away now! Hunting was going to be so much easier. The pteranodon's wings pressed by his sides. He extended his neck, and barely opened his beak. Downward he dived, wincing at the noise of the wind rushing past him. It was even worse when his head and body hit the water. His beak snatched the fish, and then another, and another while the momentum was still going. His body broke free from the waves, and a powerful flap allowed him to ascend again. His dislike for how the fish around here tasted was buried under triumph. This, this was incredibly useful. He gulped down the fish and ascended once again.
His hunting trip ended in the present. The pterosaur had spent the entire day fishing and snagging and piling up fish. It led to far too much fish being stockpiled where food was to be held. Tanteri had been swooping by, dropping his catches, and then speeding off again. The pterosaur had, of course, fed himself first, That was just the way that he worked. Although perhaps the absurd amount of fish that he was bringing in was the payoff. There was absolutely no way to eat that many fish before they all began to rot and smell and begin decaying. Did the pteranodon care? Not really. He was too caught up with the thrill of how easy it was to catch the fish that he didn't notice the substantial amount of fish he'd brought in. Eventually he landed, breathing hard. He clicked his beak, proud of his work. The pterosaur felt exhausted and proud of his work. He cared not for how absolutely terrible it smelled, or of how his fishing pile was going to be more counterproductive than productive. He was far too caught up in the thrill of finally having a use for what had previously been an absolute annoyance.
Tanteri had discovered one use for his enhanced eyesight, though. It had come to him on a cloudy day where he had been gliding above the waters of the ocean. He had been keeping his head level - his latest strategy to try to rid his mind of the visual distractions. It meant the wind buffeted his face more, and it made his head hurt, but it was necessary. Finally the pterosaur had enough, and had gazed down. The water was rather mild today, and there, Tanteri could see movement. The small motions of fish swimming below. He could see them so much better, and from so much higher as to where his shadow was incredibly skewed. "Well, isn't that wonderful," Tanteri clucked. He banked around a few times, still wearing off the shock. This was, by far, the best use for this power. He could see the fish from so far away now! Hunting was going to be so much easier. The pteranodon's wings pressed by his sides. He extended his neck, and barely opened his beak. Downward he dived, wincing at the noise of the wind rushing past him. It was even worse when his head and body hit the water. His beak snatched the fish, and then another, and another while the momentum was still going. His body broke free from the waves, and a powerful flap allowed him to ascend again. His dislike for how the fish around here tasted was buried under triumph. This, this was incredibly useful. He gulped down the fish and ascended once again.
His hunting trip ended in the present. The pterosaur had spent the entire day fishing and snagging and piling up fish. It led to far too much fish being stockpiled where food was to be held. Tanteri had been swooping by, dropping his catches, and then speeding off again. The pterosaur had, of course, fed himself first, That was just the way that he worked. Although perhaps the absurd amount of fish that he was bringing in was the payoff. There was absolutely no way to eat that many fish before they all began to rot and smell and begin decaying. Did the pteranodon care? Not really. He was too caught up with the thrill of how easy it was to catch the fish that he didn't notice the substantial amount of fish he'd brought in. Eventually he landed, breathing hard. He clicked his beak, proud of his work. The pterosaur felt exhausted and proud of his work. He cared not for how absolutely terrible it smelled, or of how his fishing pile was going to be more counterproductive than productive. He was far too caught up in the thrill of finally having a use for what had previously been an absolute annoyance.
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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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