10-23-2019, 02:21 PM
<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>
He had been searching for more uses for his incredibly sensitive sight and hearing. Fishing had been such a glorious use for that talent. He could soar high above and have all the time needed to properly position himself so that he could catch the fish nearly every single time. Sure, there was still error in his hunts. There was never perfection in a hunt, else it would be deemed catching rather than fishing. The pterosaur saw himself as the most efficient fisher of the group. His newly enhanced sight allowed for him to easily feast upon unsuspecting fish from a distance so far away that the fish could never see him coming. He liked such a thing.
Tanteri, in addition to his fishing feats, was also known for barreling out of the air at breakneck speeds. Whenever he arrived to something that warranted his interest, the pteranodon would come shooting down from the sky in a near free fall. His wings were tucked by his sides and his beak was extended, piercing through the air with gravity tugging him down. Such was the case now - being drawn over not by his enhanced sight but rather his altered hearing. The screeching had warranted his attention from soaring high above, as he always did. Seldom the time where he wasn't allowing the wind to push and pull him wherever it pleased, allowing for him to not care at all for where the breeze took him. His head had craned, and he had dived down. Nearing the last moment was when his wings would spread wide. They caught the air, buffering his fall. A few hearty flaps fully slowed his descent, allowing him to land and survey the recently won battle.
"What kind of ugly Ajkaceratops is that supposed to be?" Tanteri clucked. His head was tilting in it's rapid way, head turned to the side. First he surveyed the dead creature, the wound in it's head, of how it was very clearly dead. His body moved forward, pecking with his beak to ensure that the life had fully left the creature. His wings were spread for a few seconds, ready to launch again into the air. When nothing happened, he gave it another satisfied peck before turning his attention to Hushsound. "Did it attack you or something? I'm gonna say that's a yes. Awful. You know, if I would have gotten here just a couple seconds earlier, I could have pecked those eyes out." The pteranodon offered. He swung on his wings to bring himself closer. Was the other hurt? Would he need to go and fetch aid? That concept was incredibly foreign to him, and the pteranodon grasped such only due to his actual full concern. Tanteri did try to make the conversation one sided - he barely grasped how the other didn't like to speak. His beak clicked, unsettled, weight shifting on his wings.
Tanteri, in addition to his fishing feats, was also known for barreling out of the air at breakneck speeds. Whenever he arrived to something that warranted his interest, the pteranodon would come shooting down from the sky in a near free fall. His wings were tucked by his sides and his beak was extended, piercing through the air with gravity tugging him down. Such was the case now - being drawn over not by his enhanced sight but rather his altered hearing. The screeching had warranted his attention from soaring high above, as he always did. Seldom the time where he wasn't allowing the wind to push and pull him wherever it pleased, allowing for him to not care at all for where the breeze took him. His head had craned, and he had dived down. Nearing the last moment was when his wings would spread wide. They caught the air, buffering his fall. A few hearty flaps fully slowed his descent, allowing him to land and survey the recently won battle.
"What kind of ugly Ajkaceratops is that supposed to be?" Tanteri clucked. His head was tilting in it's rapid way, head turned to the side. First he surveyed the dead creature, the wound in it's head, of how it was very clearly dead. His body moved forward, pecking with his beak to ensure that the life had fully left the creature. His wings were spread for a few seconds, ready to launch again into the air. When nothing happened, he gave it another satisfied peck before turning his attention to Hushsound. "Did it attack you or something? I'm gonna say that's a yes. Awful. You know, if I would have gotten here just a couple seconds earlier, I could have pecked those eyes out." The pteranodon offered. He swung on his wings to bring himself closer. Was the other hurt? Would he need to go and fetch aid? That concept was incredibly foreign to him, and the pteranodon grasped such only due to his actual full concern. Tanteri did try to make the conversation one sided - he barely grasped how the other didn't like to speak. His beak clicked, unsettled, weight shifting on his wings.
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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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