03-25-2020, 09:23 PM
Blits had an epiphany. It wasn't a drastic or severe one by any means. Nothing related to himself being poisoned or dying. It had come upon him while he'd been in the midst of climbing up a tree to take a small nap. He had absolutely no clue what he was. Blits knew he wasn't normal for sure. Nearly everyone around here walked on four legs. They had fur, not feathers. There certainly wasn't anyone around that was as vibrant as he is. For his kind back home he is normal spare the horns. Here? He certainly is an odd case. An odd creature that he doesn't have a name for. Blits, however, is totally smart. He has great ideas and is great at many different things. This case of not knowing what he was? It would be just another chance to prove himself and just how smart and totally not stupid he was. A chance to exhibit his totally legitimate and entirely present intelligence, the part of his mind that wasn't electrically fried into oblivion.
Blits didn't know a lot of common creatures. He was used to thinking of creatures in a monstrous light. Beasts that towered over skyscrapers, beasts that looked like they were the manifestation of sleep paralysis demons and nightmares alike. Horrific beasts with too many teeth and too many limbs and horrifying powers beyond what could be considered normal. That was Blits' norm, however. He was used to those odd and terrifying creatures. However, when it came to some creatures, they were so universal that even Blits knew of them. Mostly those creatures that youths would know. Frogs, cats, dogs, and several kinds of birds. Storks were ones that Blits knew about. What he knew about them was quite limited. They delivered human babies to his knowledge. That was quite neat in Blits' mind. But they were also good at kicking stuff. He remembered seeing a video of one punting a snake pretty hard. He could test that out! He did have quite a long neck, and legs, and wings! There was hardly any difference between him and a stork, surely.
Despite his searching, Blits could not find any snakes to kick. Quite the disappointment. He did find a few worms, though, but they weren't snakes and therefore didn't qualify. Grumbles accompanied his search as he scoured for a snake to kick to see if he happened to be part stork. Alas, after a few hours of searching, the vibrant green creature threw in the towel. He'd settle on something else. Blits' orange gaze fell to some rocks - they weren't too big. He could probably kick them pretty well if he was actually part stork. If not? He'd probably still be fine. Blits wasn't used to getting hurt. Pain wasn't too common for him. Not fully understood by Blits' mindset. Blits shook out his body, preparing himself. Then he raced forward, rearing up his body and performed a solid kick with the top of his scaly foot to the stone. Immediately pain swelled up and shot through him. A sharp screech sounded from him as he recoiled, hobbling on his other foot and madly flapping his wings. "Ow! Ow, ow," Blits hissed through gritted teeth, wings splayed out for balance. This had not gone well at all, but at least now he knew that he was not part stork.
Blits began to limp back to the camp, struggling to not use his hurt foot. It stung sharply, and putting weight on the limbs was such a bad idea that after one attempt Blits knew better than to try it again. Eventually the sinornithosaurus sat down, even if such a position was somewhat sprawled due to not being able to put weight on his foot. He usually was able to sit and perch more in the position of a bird, but with an injured foot such certainly wasn't possible. He tried to curl his talons, and winced. "I didn't know rocks made stuff go numb," Blits mumbled with a small shake of his horned head. He really should have looked harder for a snake in hindsight.
Blits didn't know a lot of common creatures. He was used to thinking of creatures in a monstrous light. Beasts that towered over skyscrapers, beasts that looked like they were the manifestation of sleep paralysis demons and nightmares alike. Horrific beasts with too many teeth and too many limbs and horrifying powers beyond what could be considered normal. That was Blits' norm, however. He was used to those odd and terrifying creatures. However, when it came to some creatures, they were so universal that even Blits knew of them. Mostly those creatures that youths would know. Frogs, cats, dogs, and several kinds of birds. Storks were ones that Blits knew about. What he knew about them was quite limited. They delivered human babies to his knowledge. That was quite neat in Blits' mind. But they were also good at kicking stuff. He remembered seeing a video of one punting a snake pretty hard. He could test that out! He did have quite a long neck, and legs, and wings! There was hardly any difference between him and a stork, surely.
Despite his searching, Blits could not find any snakes to kick. Quite the disappointment. He did find a few worms, though, but they weren't snakes and therefore didn't qualify. Grumbles accompanied his search as he scoured for a snake to kick to see if he happened to be part stork. Alas, after a few hours of searching, the vibrant green creature threw in the towel. He'd settle on something else. Blits' orange gaze fell to some rocks - they weren't too big. He could probably kick them pretty well if he was actually part stork. If not? He'd probably still be fine. Blits wasn't used to getting hurt. Pain wasn't too common for him. Not fully understood by Blits' mindset. Blits shook out his body, preparing himself. Then he raced forward, rearing up his body and performed a solid kick with the top of his scaly foot to the stone. Immediately pain swelled up and shot through him. A sharp screech sounded from him as he recoiled, hobbling on his other foot and madly flapping his wings. "Ow! Ow, ow," Blits hissed through gritted teeth, wings splayed out for balance. This had not gone well at all, but at least now he knew that he was not part stork.
Blits began to limp back to the camp, struggling to not use his hurt foot. It stung sharply, and putting weight on the limbs was such a bad idea that after one attempt Blits knew better than to try it again. Eventually the sinornithosaurus sat down, even if such a position was somewhat sprawled due to not being able to put weight on his foot. He usually was able to sit and perch more in the position of a bird, but with an injured foot such certainly wasn't possible. He tried to curl his talons, and winced. "I didn't know rocks made stuff go numb," Blits mumbled with a small shake of his horned head. He really should have looked harder for a snake in hindsight.
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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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