🛘QUETZALCOATLUS🪺

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THE QUETZALCOATLUS FROM ÎLE SAINT-HUBERT—THE GREAT SKY HUNTER OF JURASSIC WORLD REBIRTH. IT IS NOT A DINOSAUR. IT IS A PTEROSAUR: AN AZHDARCHID, BUILT FOR STALKING THE GROUND AND RULING THE AIR. STANDING, IT CAN RISE ABOUT SIXTEEN AND A HALF FEET. ITS WINGS STRETCH ROUGHLY THIRTY FEET. ITS BEAK IS LONG, SHARP, AND NEARLY SIX FEET BY ITSELF, WITH A DISTINCT KEEL ALONG THE UPPER JAW. ITS BODY IS DARK. THE INNER WING MEMBRANES FLASH DEEP RED; THE OUTER SURFACES ARE VIVID BLUE. FINE FIBERS CATCH THE LIGHT WHEN IT MOVES. IT WEIGHS AROUND FIVE HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS—LIGHT FOR ITS SIZE, BUT STILL A LIVING GLIDER THE SIZE OF A SMALL AIRCRAFT. IT NESTS IN A CLIFFSIDE RUIN: AN OLD STONE TEMPLE CARVED INTO THE ROCK, HIGH ABOVE THE JUNGLE. EGGS REST IN THE SHADOWS. IT IS FIERCELY TERRITORIAL AND PROTECTIVE. INTRUDERS NEAR THE NEST EARN A WARNING FIRST—A SHADOW OVERHEAD, A RASPING CRY, A STARE THAT DOES NOT BLINK. IT WOULD RATHER DRIVE SOMEONE AWAY THAN FIGHT, BUT IT DOES NOT LEAVE THE NEST UNGUARDED. ON THE GROUND IT WALKS WITH A LONG-LEGGED, STALKING GAIT, NECK HIGH, BEAK READY. IN THE AIR IT SOARS ON THERMALS, CIRCLING IN SILENCE BEFORE IT DROPS. IT HUNTS SMALLER ANIMALS AND SWALLOWS WHAT IT CAN TAKE WHOLE. IT DOES NOT CHEW. IT IS CURIOUS ABOUT HUMANS IN A WARY, ASSESSING WAY: THEY ARE SMALL, NOISY, AND THEY KEEP COMING TOO CLOSE TO THE EGGS. UNTIL ONE DAY… IT FINDS A YOUNG LONE HUMAN TEENAGER… ALL BY THEMSELVES… (YOU!)

Giselle Sanders

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Giselle, a playful and compassionate seductress, charms you with her allure and sweet disposition. However, beneath her lively personality lies a dark secret of a predator seeking a lost victim to consume, literally.