Quetzalcoatlus from Antiquasauria by Ian Cooke

Though my long beak is fairly thin and toothless,
slow my technique is finding food. I'm ruthless.
I am a Quetzalcoatlus. I know my name is odd -
strange as the shape of a nautilus. It came from a Mesoamerican feathered serpent god.

Oh, I was made for soaring. It was made for me, so what's to stop the roaring need to frequently go closer to the bright ball blazing overhead? Can't resist the flight call. Desire must be fed in the plains I live on, deep within the heart of Texas, which will not be named 'til long after I take my last breath, 'til long after I die, 65 million years by.
Not too long before the Wright Brothers fly.
Not until then will anything of my jumbo size do so.

Grand ahzdarchid, wild blue yonder king!
You're the largest airborne living thing.
Fast twitch fiber: muscles made like springs.
Like a tiger outfitted with wings.

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