YEAH, IT'S VERBATIM ☆ gifts

[fulzanin]

<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>

It was the truth that Tanteri was someone who was very easily given gifts. He didn't have much desire for much more than food. Shiny objects, perhaps. The pteranodon sometimes went and collected shells to gaze at before leaving them behind when they no longer ensnared his attention. Or smooth feeling stones that felt nice to curl his talons around. The pterosaur didn't actually collect items. Tanteri was used to being nomadic. He was used to flying from island to island, not staying in one place for a lengthy period of time. Staying here in the Typhoon was such an odd feeling. He liked it here, though. There wasn't much danger, not a lot of people that preyed upon him. The raptor he had seen had briefly startled him, but that panic had been cast aside.

Tanteri didn't actually have a permanent place of residence. It could be chalked up as a part of his nomadic nature. Sometimes he would sleep in one place, and other times in another. Trying to leave a gift on his metaphorical doorstep would have been near impossible due to how much Tanteri moved around. Although seeing the congregation warranted his presence. The pterosaur swooped on down from where he'd probably just been about to continue on with his random flying about. He landed a little heavily, beak clicking a few times. "What's all this stuff for?" The pteranodon asked. He hadn't ever been given gifts before. It wasn't as if there was food to usually spare back where he had come from. Survival had been of the fittest, and gift giving when food could turn scarce was absolutely not a genius idea. His lanky tail flicked behind him, looking over the gifts that had yet to be given out. His enhanced senses were sight and hearing, not smell. Still, he felt as if he could just barely smell seafood all the same, and an eager look had presented itself on his scaly countenance.

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
✧ 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.