I KNOW KUNG FU / hush v tanteri

[fulzanin]

<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>

The pterosaur's wings were well suited for gliding. They carried warm thermal currents beneath them and carried the ancient beast over the land. They were strong limbs meant for lifting his form into the sky where few others could follow. It was his method catching food: to dive into the ocean and snatch up his prey within the grasp of his beak. It had been his method for arriving to situations as well. It was common for the pteranodon to come speeding from the heavens, diving down as fast as he could manage. Then, as if during the last possible moment, his wings would snap open, flap, and save him from a brutal demise. There was a difference between having his wings curled close to his body in a dive, though, and this free-fall. His wings were above his body and away, rather than in a position where he only had to fling them open. His newly found sensitive hearing allowed for his mind to swiftly register the voice over the wind. It was a bit too late for comfort for Tanteri's blue eyes to blink open. Incredibly confused, for the moment forgetting where he was. Seeing the ground coming up swiftly, though, brought him back to attention. His wings slowly curled, slowly pulling to their normal gliding position. He was in no way going to be able to gracefully land with how fast they were going and with how close they were to the ground. Instead the pteranodon elected to let the momentum wear off, rising up to an almost level glide. He tilted his head, then turning it around so that he didn't smack Hush with his crest anymore. Mostly he wanted to make sure that the other was still alright, and that he didn't smack him with his crest again. "That was..something." He clucked, a nervous laugh following suit. He slowly banked a few times, letting the rest of the momentum die away. Finally Tanteri landed, his wings flopping by his sides. They hurt from the air pressure that had bellowed beneath his wings from the dive, but it was not anything that he couldn't handle. "I.. you technically did knock me out so. You win. I guess." Tanteri said after another nervous laugh. His body teetered without the support of his wings, and decided that falling on his belly would be a decent signal of defeat in this instance.

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.