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Dec. 14th, 2011 09:27 pm
pterosaur: (đź’”Quickly lost)
[Just a shot of snow, which would be pristine if she hadn't written on it by dragging a stick through, deeply enough to show dead leaves underneath. The words are visible enough, but it's just this one part which is in frame.]

-nd ran away from:
family
school
the old crew
everyone I knew
my own species
my world
and people who n[the rest is cut off.]
pterosaur: (đź’ Euterpe I tender you vale)
Above's fingers were just too big to touch the crystal through the wires around it. She stared at it in frustration for a time, knowing she should give it to someone who could make use of it. Sell it, maybe.

It wasn't like she wanted to know, anyway. It wouldn't do her any good.

She picked the thing up with the tip of her beak, and paused. ...Why not. She tipped her long head back and opened her beak a fraction at a time, so the crystal in its cage slipped down gradually. Her tongue was stiffer, less flexible and sensitive than a humans', but it was pointed, and eventually she felt that tip go through the gaps in the wires and -

Above couldn't see. Somehow, this didn't provoke the lethargy that usually came over her whenever it was dark.

But that doesn't mean things can't change. )

She was splashed in glittery pink paint, and there were glittery beads around her neck.

< Damn it, > Above muttered at no one, and for a brief, terrifying moment she wished she could wrap her arms around herself. Then she shook her head viciously, and threw herself into flight.
pterosaur: (đź’”Quickly lost)
[So, late in the morning the following words are reluctantly written though not on a post-it.  The letters are what you'd expect from someone using an ultra-thick marker on a larger-than-normal journal.  It's not quite the same as Above's usual handwriting, but it's markered and in modified all caps, all the same]



I can't fly.

[Replies, when they come, will be from [livejournal.com profile] dream_of_flesh .]
pterosaur: (🌱And what have I left?)
The radio opened with the buzz of insects and a couple sets of mismatched footsteps.  One, clumsily bipedal.  The other, a limping quadruped.  Almost immediately there was the whap and crunch of an insect losing to a beak.

"You're disgusting."  The voice belonged to a girl of about thirteen or fourteen.  It had a sort of odd quality to it, and was overlaying a quieter series of grunts, squawks, and chirping noises, with clicks scattered about.

The next voice was Above's, overlaying more cawing and vaguely avian noises than she made these days.  "At least I don't drag vines around with me for miles and floss with them -"

"Maybe you should!"

The Teens Time Forgot, reunited. )

[Dinoverse, pages 204-206, slightly modified. The language geas may or may not do interesting things to 'Quetzalcoatlus', which is based on a god's name which means 'plumed serpent' or 'precious twin', depending. That telepathy may have (mostly) come through, but her responses still won't.  Because I find it funny.]
pterosaur: (⬲And not be the first.)
[The writing’s in what looks like marker. She’s got a really fat marker in hand, but since her journal is larger than normal, the script looks like it’s written in a more standard-sized marker, and it’s only a little larger than average. The writing itself is somewhat clumsy and awkward. It would seem to be in all caps except that capital letters are definitely taller than the others.]

So yeah. I’m Above.  I think I had the wrong dream.

[There’s a pause and some blotches. Hard to tell if they’re false starts or pentaps.]


I don't suppose there are any more azhdarchid pterosaurs here?  If you are, you've been hiding very well.  ["azhdarchid" may translate as "dragon", "Pterosaur" may stay or turn into something like "winged finger lizard".]  Apple says I'm the first one he's seen.

This place is crazy.

[She can't think of anything else - she has no idea what she should say - so she puts her tag, the arrowlike shape from her dream.  It's not as symmetrical and crisp as this, but you get the idea.]


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