Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32337650-20171023080401

Visory hated the ocean

He hated the sun rays reflecting off the water. He hated the sea salt stinging his eyes, and most of all, he hated swimming. It soaked his feathers and made every move twice as hard as usual.

He also didn't like the fact that the Tylosaurus from before could appear and eat them in the blink of an eye

Still, he kept his complaints to himself and kept on swimming, just like he did his whole life. When the andalgalornis broke his tail, when his older that taught him his skills was gorged by an Elasmotherium, when his parents kicked him out and tried to eat him, he kept all of his complaints to himself.

To help himself ignore the little plesiosaurus that kept popping her head up around them, he tries to ask the rest of the group questions about their history. Better get a sense of what he's in for before they get pulverised by a three headed Liopleurodon or something. Based on the crazy shit that's been unravelling at alarming speeds so far, he wouldn't really be that surprised.