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"In a perfect world, I'd be slaughtering the innocent, laughing, as I rained destruction on this miserable world. So much suffering, so much pain, listen to the screams, hear their beautiful music. Can you smell the fear? It's intoxicating... Oh you don't want to play anymore? What makes you think you have a choice?"

Meet Chantiquille (shaun-tih-quill) Chanti as she is more commonly known.
She is my female Utahraptor for Raptor Forest. I loosely based her off of a waxwing, but she looks more like a blue-jay.

Rosy brown fades to silver along her lithe form, with rich indigo, ebony, and white feathers adorning her extremities. Sapphire eyes stare out from a dark face to behold the cruel world that she was born and molded into. Only a smattering of scars on the right side of her face from when her mother cast her from her pack mar her complexion. A coup gone wrong has left her dishonored and packless, forcing her to survive as best as she can. Playful to the extreme, Chanti can seem childlike at times, not knowing her strength (such as wanting to play with her victims by accidentally severing major arteries... or tearing off limbs. "Oh why do they not play with me anymore?") A graceful being born for speed and the kill, she is beauty and beast with a twisted heart.

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Chantiquille (c)

Description
"In a perfect world, I'd be slaughtering the innocent, laughing, as I rained destruction on this miserable world. So much suffering, so much pain, listen to the screams, hear their beautiful music. Can you smell the fear? It's intoxicating... Oh you don't want to play anymore? What makes you think you have a choice?"

Meet Chantiquille (shaun-tih-quill) Chanti as she is more commonly known.
She is my female Utahraptor for Raptor Forest. I loosely based her off of a waxwing, but she looks more like a blue-jay.

Rosy brown fades to silver along her lithe form, with rich indigo, ebony, and white feathers adorning her extremities. Sapphire eyes stare out from a dark face to behold the cruel world that she was born and molded into. Only a smattering of scars on the right side of her face from when her mother cast her from her pack mar her complexion. A coup gone wrong has left her dishonored and packless, forcing her to survive as best as she can. Playful to the extreme, Chanti can seem childlike at times, not knowing her strength (such as wanting to play with her victims by accidentally severing major arteries... or tearing off limbs. "Oh why do they not play with me anymore?") A graceful being born for speed and the kill, she is beauty and beast with a twisted heart.

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Chantiquille (c)