the furtherest and dimmest - power discovery

[fulzanin]

<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>

Tanteri was always in the sky. If he wasn't sleeping, he was in the air. His wings carried him about, taking him high to the clouds. There he would stay, only diving down if something caught his interest. Being so far up in the air made it hard to see those on the ground at times. He was a creature of the sky. It was where he belonged. He belonged with the air under his wings, carrying him wherever it willed him to go. Staying in one place for such a long time was an oddity. There was always something new to see, something new to find. This island was so odd, so strange, that he couldn't help but marvel at it's oddities. The pterosaur could never get over the grass that covered those who lived here. Fur, it was apparently called. A foreign word. There were lots of those here. Tanteri truly didn't care to learn them.

Currently he was grounded. On the ground. Not the punishment form of the word - although such a thing could be considered humorous, that is if the pterosaur even knew of the other connotation for the term. He was resting, having laid down. It was a break from being so high up where the sun could beat mercilessly down upon his spine. It was nice. Tanteri's head rested against a patch of grass, more than happy to sit in his contentment. He had considered trying to find a rocky spot to rest on. There the ground would be warm and give his body an equal amount of warmth. It probably would be comfortable, too. But a break from the sun was what he was searching for. His eyes were shut, taking in the relaxing moment. He was near the beach, still able to hear the waves against the shore. In truth he wasn't receiving any relief from the sun. He wasn't underneath any shade. Although being further away from the sun, away from where the heated air rose, was indeed a little more comfortable for the pterosaur.

His head snapped up when he swore he heard something. An Allosaurus? His head turned, looking about erratically. He was searching the bushes for one of the predators that he was familiar with. The pteranodon clicked his beak together, and look around as he could have sworn he heard the awful noise again. He raised the rest of his body, shaking out his wings. Tanteri didn't think that his breathing had grown that loud so fast, had it? It was so loud, and his head winced. Was this a form of the rare heat related headaches that he had experienced before? The pteranodon squinted. His eyes felt absolutely strained, and he was swiftly startled. How in depth and detailed his sight of far away had become: the leaves of the tree on the other side were far more easily viewable.

"What th-" Tanteri swiftly cut himself off. His loud voice was headache inducing to himself. It echoed and made the pterosaur flinch backwards. He could hear the bugs, the leaves rustling, the wind. It was swiftly growing painful. Tanteri cried out, the noise being cut off equally as swift. It was painful to make any noise, it was painful for his eyes to be looking at anything. It was so loud and so detailed that it made his head hurt. He barely had a moment to think that if there truly was a dangerous carnivore about, he was not going to be able to move away. The waves grew painfully loud as they crashed against the shore. It sounded like the smack of the tail of an ankylosaurus against stone. It was painful and loud. Tanteri's wings covered over his head. He shook furiously, curled into a ball near where the sand of the beach turned into grass. The noisy squawks and shrieks of pain barely lasted a few seconds: cut short from the equal pain that came from hearing his own voice.

//power discovered: enhanced senses [sight and hearing]

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 (undiscovered)
✧ 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.

[hushsound.]

After his first time meeting the dinosaur when he had just been exploring around, Hush had been... well, sort of freaked out by the male. Not that Tanteri seemed mean, but he was just so blunt and loud that he had startled the young male and made him sort of frightened, since he had never actually encountered a dinosaur before, and he had thought for ages that the dinosaurs had been extinct. After all, every history book and person that Hush had come across before arriving in The Typhoon had thought that dinosaurs had been extinct for ages. However, most of the books he had read had also mentioned that there used to be humans before, and he had never encountered a human before, so perhaps it was understandable that they had been wrong about dinosaurs. Still, it was sort of amazing that Tanteri existed. After all, he must've felt so special being the only dinosaur around these days. Plus if he ever met another supposedly gone dinosaur, then perhaps they could have eggs, and then make it so that dinos weren't so rare anymore! Just the thought of that made him smile, since it would mean there would be lots of little cute lizardy friends to play with and take care of.

As a result of his hair raising first encounter with Tanteri, Hushsound didn't very often actively seek out the other male, although he also didn't often seek out anybody, really. He wasn't exactly the most social person in the world, since he couldn't talk out loud, and people didn't usually like it when he couldnt speak directly to them. However, even though he hadn't been actively searching at all for Tanteri, he did eventually end up going towards the flying dinosaur, since he heard weird noises coming from the direction of the male. He kept hearing little squeaks and shrieks of pain that were swiftly cut off, and was immediately filled with concern for the source of them, quickly moving over to where Tanteri was laying on the ground, trembling and covering himself with his own wings. He had no idea how to help, and he just stared in confusion for a moment before moving a bit closer, the smack of his sword against his hip probably sounding like the crash of thunder to Tanteri's super sensitive sense of hearing. Once he was just a couple of feet away from Tanteri, he hunched down and gently stretched out a paw to poke and pat at Tanteri's wings, trying to get him to look up and relax.

Glancing towards the ground beneath them, he winced when he saw that it was grass, rather than the usual sandy surface that he was able to write in. He found himself staring for a long moment before his muzzle finally opened, immediately flinching at the scratchy feeling that came from just opening his mouth. He took a deep breath inward before he began to speak softly, his voice scratchy and hoarse from disuse, making him want to curl in on himself and hide away so that he couldn't be heard by anybody, "T... Tanteri, are you alright? Are you hurt somehow?" He was intentionally brief, not wanting Tanteri to hear any more of his voice. He didn't want anybody to hear his voice, really, and the only reason he was speaking now was because he was worried for Tanteri's health, but that didn't mean that he needed to make some big huge speech. Just enough to get his point across, and then he could clam back up, hoping that someone else came along and could speak for him, so he could fade into the background again.

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