11-07-2019, 11:36 AM
<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>
Tanteri often struggled with crabs. They were somewhat hard to open. His beak could easily puncture through their hardened shells, yes. That didn't make it any easier for the pteranodon to actually access the delectable meat that was sheltered within. He could pry with his fingers and peck with his beak, but really Tanteri felt as if it was a fruitless venture. He felt as if when he finally got to eat the meat of the crab, he'd expelled all the energy that he was about to gain. It mostly was why he kept to fishing. Fish weren't hard to eat. Most of the time after a swift swing of his head he could gulp the aquatic creature down whole. He liked that. It was easy for him to do, unlike getting a crab's shell open so he could peck at the flesh within.
There was an idea to be had, though. Pteranodon was a scavenger. They took the hard work of other's and pecked at the scraps, tearing away what larger predators did not want. Tanteri's mentality was taken up by such a thing. There was an idea that loosely formed in his mind. He was incredibly hungry, really wanted crab, and he really did not want to invest all the time in cracking them open. A solution was within the idea. It formed as an idea, but refused to come forth in a well-constructed manner. His wings flapped and he lifted off. Catching crabs was harder than catching fish as well. Instead of freely swimming in the water, crabs were on the bottom. He couldn't continue diving past them unless he wanted to get stuck or slam into something. He had to slow down, lose all the momentum, and then snag the crabs. It was difficult. Tanteri could manage.
After gathering up a pile of crabs - and breathing hard from the work - the pterosaur sat back. He felt incredibly hungry. He struggled to fight against the urge to begin struggling against the pile of somewhat still squirming crabs. Once Tanteri finally regained his breath, he decided to announce his idea. "I have caught a lot of crabs here! Whoever can, oh my lungs, whoever can crack open the most crabs gets.. er, a prize! Yes, a prize!" Some form of incentive was needed, right? He didn't have to say what the prize was. The pteranodon liked the idea of being vague with the prize. Perhaps he could have it be some nice seashells. That would do, wouldn't it? Or more food, fish. He was sick of the taste of fish, and the craving for the crab's meat grew stronger. That didn't mean he missed the thrill of catching the aquatic creatures. He merely didn't want to eat them for a day. A day was all Tanteri assumed he needed. He impatiently shifted, clawing at the sand with his talons.
There was an idea to be had, though. Pteranodon was a scavenger. They took the hard work of other's and pecked at the scraps, tearing away what larger predators did not want. Tanteri's mentality was taken up by such a thing. There was an idea that loosely formed in his mind. He was incredibly hungry, really wanted crab, and he really did not want to invest all the time in cracking them open. A solution was within the idea. It formed as an idea, but refused to come forth in a well-constructed manner. His wings flapped and he lifted off. Catching crabs was harder than catching fish as well. Instead of freely swimming in the water, crabs were on the bottom. He couldn't continue diving past them unless he wanted to get stuck or slam into something. He had to slow down, lose all the momentum, and then snag the crabs. It was difficult. Tanteri could manage.
After gathering up a pile of crabs - and breathing hard from the work - the pterosaur sat back. He felt incredibly hungry. He struggled to fight against the urge to begin struggling against the pile of somewhat still squirming crabs. Once Tanteri finally regained his breath, he decided to announce his idea. "I have caught a lot of crabs here! Whoever can, oh my lungs, whoever can crack open the most crabs gets.. er, a prize! Yes, a prize!" Some form of incentive was needed, right? He didn't have to say what the prize was. The pteranodon liked the idea of being vague with the prize. Perhaps he could have it be some nice seashells. That would do, wouldn't it? Or more food, fish. He was sick of the taste of fish, and the craving for the crab's meat grew stronger. That didn't mean he missed the thrill of catching the aquatic creatures. He merely didn't want to eat them for a day. A day was all Tanteri assumed he needed. He impatiently shifted, clawing at the sand with his talons.
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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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