03-03-2020, 12:13 PM
Blits was a simple person who liked simple things. He did things in the simplest manner that he possibly could think of. Trying to find things? People? He didn't go scouring deep into locations. He would run around and give things a glance. He was quite speedy for something of his size, rushing around and occasionally taking flight so that he could better gauge his surroundings. Having flight at his disposal didn't make searching any easier. All the trees and different landscapes overwhelmed his fried brain, and he'd swiftly have to land again. What he was looking for? A variety of things. His boyfriend was top priority. He had to find his mate to ensure that he was safe and not hurt. There was hardly a limit on what the Sinornithosaurus would do to keep his beloved safe. He'd been doing better with excessive violence. Excessive searching, however, was still entirely plausible and within the realm for what Blits would do.
Searching for his boyfriend was not the only thing that was on his mind. He'd found a couple chickens early in his search. Spoke with them; due to his native language practically being bird speak it was simple enough for Blits to accomplish. It'd been quite fun. He'd lost the flock of chickens. It was another thing that was tacked onto his search, his search that had begun to lapse over the span of days. He was hungry, yes, and quite tired. He wouldn't be deterred. When his mind was set onto something, he had a hard time shifting his perspective. Occasionally he did stop to try and find something to eat, but palm tree leaves near the coastline swiftly grew far from being pleasant. They were too sharp, too jagged, too rough. The taste wasn't much better, either. Blits' face had scrunched up in disgust, and he'd continued on his search. How many days had it been since he'd wound up here and begun his search? He wasn't sure. It didn't matter, because he felt like he was getting close. Despite all the false alarms of mistaking the chittering of tropical birds for a chicken, Blits felt as if he was making progress. Was that progress towards collapsing from exhaustion or finding what he was looking for? Not even he, the magic extraordinaire, could tell.
Blits certainly wasn't as great at staying up for absurdly lengthy amounts of time as he had once been. He was fairly certain his record of going without sleep had spanned a few months, but that ability had been demolished by years of actually eating and sleeping as a normal living being should. A few days running and flying around while on a wild chicken-and-boyfriend hunt? It certainly tugged on him, giving rise to sluggish movements and a less than usable speed to wander around with. While he was stubborn with many things such as his methods for finding and his thought processes, sleep was something that he was far more lenient about. Eating, too, but he'd managed to secure a few fruits a few hours ago and so hunger was less than applicable as a means of annoyance. He didn't have a place to stay, though. That thought had deterred him the previous day from seeking out sleep. Now that Blits was hardly able to keep his eyes open, he knew that he'd just have to suck it up and find somewhere to rest. Where? Not a clue, his mind had already used up the assets presented to it for the day while frantically searching for chickens and boyfriend. Somewhere quiet would work, outside too considering that he had no home to go to yet.
Blits didn't think much about sleeping outside and in the open. Wasn't as if he was about to be harmed, surely. Thus far the people that he had met were quite pleasant. Hiding desires during an initial meeting certainly did the trick. Being stolen from while sleeping was so far out of his mindset that it likely was not even present in it's barest form. The Sinornithosaurus slowly laid down, bunching up his legs beneath him. His tail awkwardly rested beside him, the two bands present as always. It wasn't as if Blits ever had reason to take those significant items off - and it was not as if he was able to. Dense electrical burns caused for flesh to swell, mostly covered by the dense seafoam green plumage of his tail. They refused to let the bands move more than a few inches at best. They could be rotated, yes, but they had been slid on before the burns had marked his body. Now they couldn't be removed. Blits was quite glad for it spare when he tried to polish them, for getting all of the bands clean was quite difficult when fluff got in the way. Sleeping somewhere quiet was good for falling asleep. Escaping attempts at robbery, however, was less so.
Searching for his boyfriend was not the only thing that was on his mind. He'd found a couple chickens early in his search. Spoke with them; due to his native language practically being bird speak it was simple enough for Blits to accomplish. It'd been quite fun. He'd lost the flock of chickens. It was another thing that was tacked onto his search, his search that had begun to lapse over the span of days. He was hungry, yes, and quite tired. He wouldn't be deterred. When his mind was set onto something, he had a hard time shifting his perspective. Occasionally he did stop to try and find something to eat, but palm tree leaves near the coastline swiftly grew far from being pleasant. They were too sharp, too jagged, too rough. The taste wasn't much better, either. Blits' face had scrunched up in disgust, and he'd continued on his search. How many days had it been since he'd wound up here and begun his search? He wasn't sure. It didn't matter, because he felt like he was getting close. Despite all the false alarms of mistaking the chittering of tropical birds for a chicken, Blits felt as if he was making progress. Was that progress towards collapsing from exhaustion or finding what he was looking for? Not even he, the magic extraordinaire, could tell.
Blits certainly wasn't as great at staying up for absurdly lengthy amounts of time as he had once been. He was fairly certain his record of going without sleep had spanned a few months, but that ability had been demolished by years of actually eating and sleeping as a normal living being should. A few days running and flying around while on a wild chicken-and-boyfriend hunt? It certainly tugged on him, giving rise to sluggish movements and a less than usable speed to wander around with. While he was stubborn with many things such as his methods for finding and his thought processes, sleep was something that he was far more lenient about. Eating, too, but he'd managed to secure a few fruits a few hours ago and so hunger was less than applicable as a means of annoyance. He didn't have a place to stay, though. That thought had deterred him the previous day from seeking out sleep. Now that Blits was hardly able to keep his eyes open, he knew that he'd just have to suck it up and find somewhere to rest. Where? Not a clue, his mind had already used up the assets presented to it for the day while frantically searching for chickens and boyfriend. Somewhere quiet would work, outside too considering that he had no home to go to yet.
Blits didn't think much about sleeping outside and in the open. Wasn't as if he was about to be harmed, surely. Thus far the people that he had met were quite pleasant. Hiding desires during an initial meeting certainly did the trick. Being stolen from while sleeping was so far out of his mindset that it likely was not even present in it's barest form. The Sinornithosaurus slowly laid down, bunching up his legs beneath him. His tail awkwardly rested beside him, the two bands present as always. It wasn't as if Blits ever had reason to take those significant items off - and it was not as if he was able to. Dense electrical burns caused for flesh to swell, mostly covered by the dense seafoam green plumage of his tail. They refused to let the bands move more than a few inches at best. They could be rotated, yes, but they had been slid on before the burns had marked his body. Now they couldn't be removed. Blits was quite glad for it spare when he tried to polish them, for getting all of the bands clean was quite difficult when fluff got in the way. Sleeping somewhere quiet was good for falling asleep. Escaping attempts at robbery, however, was less so.
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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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