where the others are - joining

[fulzanin]

This wouldn't be the first time he'd wound up in some strange place apart from those important to him. It likely wouldn't be the last. For some odd reason the universe really loved to tug him away from his boyfriend time and time again and make him suffer. Last time it had been in a technology filled place and he had certainly suffered. His technophobia had rendered him an absolute mess when he'd finally been allowed to return home. It had resulted in sore wings, headaches, and being covered head to foot in weird colorful liquids that had stained his shirt and absolutely ruined the rest of his attire. It had taken days for him to get all the nastiness from his hair and feathers. The aftermath had been a lengthy amount of time of regrouping, reestablishing his comforts. A lengthy span of time it had been, but he had recovered. There had been another event, but it hadn't resulted in him being separated from the human that he loved. It had been an odd, scribbly world with turkeys and spiders. It hadn't been fun. He hadn't enjoyed being chased by monsters in the dark, his magic being hindered, and danger and death being abundant.  Another time he had spent within a colorful world of squids and kids. It had been far from pleasant and he had loathed having his ability of flight taken from him. Blits had survived that, too, despite how much he had absolutely hated it. The one thing that he was able to hate more than mechanics was being away from the one that he loved.

Again he was in an odd place and again he was placed into an odd body. He hated it. Blits hated all of it. He hated the residual headache he had, of how bright the sun above was, and there were so many other factors that poured into his distaste. His body shakily hobbled along, feet awkwardly digging into the sand. He had no idea where he was. Blits was so thoroughly, thoroughly confused. "Scot?!" He called out, head tipping back. "Scot?! Scot? Are you there?! Scot!" He called the name of his boyfriend as loudly as he could, sounding more like a squawk rather than a name. There was no response other than the nearby waves. He huffed loudly. Slowly his feathered body continued along, taking in the sights. On a shore. Why a shore? He didn't know. It wasn't the worst - it was outside after all - but he certainly would have preferred to have been home over it. No matter how much his kind supposedly loved the big and open sky, he preferred home over that preference. Preferred over preference. His slow and gnarly trot had to be paused for that odd word combination to be turned over in his mind.

Panic was wedging into him. He hated being away from his beloved. So many bad things could happen to him when Blits wasn't around to protect him! Blits' breathing sped up a little. He had to find him. He had to find him soon and ensure that he was okay. His tail swung behind him rapidly, trying to keep up with his rapid pace. His pace was far different from how it had been prior. Orange eyes rapidly glanced around, and caught sight of a bell. Perhaps the noise would help gather attention? Nonviolent attention was an afterthought as he flapped his arms, his wings, practically flinging himself on over with a gust of air. A wing then raised to smack against the bell, nervous chirping noises erupting from the dinosaur like creature. Warily his orange eyes continued scanning the landscape around him. He had to find Scot. He had to. He had to. Blits' weight shifted from side to side, aiding the nervous demeanor that came from the Sinornithosaurus. Waiting patiently to see if the bell would attract anyone. If it didn't? Blits was more than prepared to dive headfirst away from the shore and tear through the island to try and find his beloved. No, not try. It was the wrong word for him to use. Nothing would stop him, his feathers bristling at the thought.

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✧ blits | the magic extraordinaire
✧ physically moderate, mentally medium
✧ male | he/him
✧ clan/group | rank | titles (optional)

APPEARANCE.
✧ sinornithosaurus (ref.) | health: 100% | Lighsni Nitisian Hybrid_piyan
— an odd, nine foot tall feathered dinosaur covered in blue-green feathers. His beak like mouth is built for ripping and biting down hard, with his teeth having closable holes in them to administer venom. His tail is long and bendy, covered in a thin layer of fluff. It has two metal bands on it. The end of his tail resumes the fluffiness of the rest of his body, with a venomous barb sticking from the end of his tail. His feet have sharp talons on each end, and are covered in dense scales meant to take the blows of launching from trees. Blits' orange eys are slitted and have pink triangle markings dotting the outer edges.
— yellow blood, glowing orange eyes
— two metal bands on his tail. one is silver with a blue gem on it, and the other is a simple golden band.
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ quick natured, simplistic
✧ incompetent, obsessive, easily unnerved, flighty, unbelievably stupid

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ nakuna x galik
✧ homoromantic demisexual | taken

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically moderate | mentally medium | air elementals, aesthetic fire elementals | spear
✧ will start/end fights, provoke depends on situation | will kill
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #00ff92 | mention [member=11790]Blits ![/member]  when attacking