[Penultima]

You can try out for multiple dinos, but you cannot own more that 1 untrained one at once.

What sharp fangs it has! And I wonder how this dino got those feathers caught on his horn? Or were they put there?

Is this the one for you? Are you up for its capture?

Captured by: Brandy.
Name: Juvel
Rider: Amalie Marie
Tribe: Mat'iri

Feral dinos may change to a tamed dino at any time.

[TuataraGirl]

Your Username: TuataraGirl
Dino's Name:
Your Rider's Name: (create a human "character" who will capture, train, and ride this dinosaur)
Your Rider's Tribe: (list on front page)
Short story: (max 3 paragraphs)
RESERVING!!!!!
Oh my gosh, this one is beautiful...

[xXSwiftkillXx]

Your Username:
Dino's Name:
Your Rider's Name: (create a human "character" who will capture, train, and ride this dinosaur)
Your Rider's Tribe: (list on front page)
Short story: (max 3 paragraphs)
reserve please

[wolfpack12]

Your username: wolfpack12
Dino's name: crystal

[AirAngel]

I AM RESERVING SO MUCH.

[Brandy.]

Amalie is a blond haired blue eyed
girl who dosnt like to fallow the crowd.
She hates when people change themselves
just to fit in with stupid lowlifes who think
that they are better than everyone else.

Amalie is part of the Mat'iri tribe. Many people think that she isn't really a born member of the tribe due to her skin and hair color. Many other tribes men segregate her for they feel that she is "unworthy" In Amalies eyes Getting her own Berk. Will be a way for her to finally earn the respect she needs to make a living in the tribe.

Amalie has been raised around horses,
they are all she knows. Amalie hopes
that training her dino will be much like
training a horse.

Name:
Amalie Marie
Gender:
Female... Duh
Age:
Amalie is about 18 years old
Appearance:
Amalie has blond hair and blue eyes.
Size:
5,5

Amalie heard that there was a new Berk. Captured, curious Amalie went over to the holding pen where all the feral dines were kept. There she saw her. She was the most Beautiful beast she had ever seen. Grey swirls covered body making a beautiful wind like design. Her hips and face were covered in many small simple rings and On the ends of her long horns, were 2 small jay feathers. Amalie had never thought she would see another grey, blue ,and white body as pretty as this girl. Amalie had decided that this girl would be hers. She named this beauty Juvel.
Juvel was a very timid berk. She would shy away from loud noises, and at any sudden movement she would become aggressive. Usually Amalie wouldn't be so afraid but Juvel was different from any other berk she had seen. Juvels teeth were twice the size of a normal berks canines. after many hours of sitting in Juvels pen with a bucket of meat, Amalie had finally gained her trust. Amalie and juvel had gotten so close Amalie was able to mount juvel with no problem ( Without tack of course).
When Amalie wanted to get juvel halter trained she encountered some trouble. Juvel hated having the bit in her mouth. She would often Throw amalie off of her back. Since Amalie had trained horses for most of her life she decided that her dino would have to have a custom halter. Instead of a normal berk halter, Juvel had an enlarged horse halter around her head. On the halter there was no bit, and the straps around the muzzle were left loose so juvel is able to open her mouth. Juvel and Amalie arent 100 % yet, but they are trying there best, and they plan to one of the greatest riders there were.

Age:
3 years
Gender:
Female
Build:
Juvel is fairly muscular compared to the normal Berk body. She is fairly short, but can reach very fast speeds.

Juvel can be very timid around new people/ Things. She enjoys the company of her Master Amalie, and other dinos. Juvel has a very strong mothering interest. she has a natural gene for caring and compassion, but that can quickly change if someone gets on her bad side.

[Immortalkitten]

Reserving!

[Penultima]

Ending in 4 days!

[BlueRocketMouse]

Your Username::
Ditzy Derp

Dino's Name::
Tyrus, a name that means "strength" and "rock" but can also mean "sharp", in reference to his unusually sharp fangs.

Your Rider's Name::
Makya, meaning "huntress of eagles".

Your Rider's Tribe::
This rider and Bernikesaur shall be part of the Mat'iri, the emerald tribe of the northern forest.

Short story::
Makya sat cross-legged on the sun-dappled forest floor, laying her bow and cloth satchel to rest across her lap with a sigh. The hunt had not been going as well as she'd hoped. Half the day was spent and all Makya had to show for it was a small, brown rabbit she had snared that morning. Reaching into her satchel, Makya pulled out a leather pouch of water and dripped the last few drops into her mouth. Meanwhile, she listened carefully for any tiny sounds that might have come from nearby game. As Makya was closing the water pouch and returning it to her satchel, she heard it—the jeering cry of a blue jay. Makya slung the bag over her shoulder and picked up her bow as she moved silently towards the familiar bird's call.

Nearing a shallow stream, Makya spotted a bright patch of blue in the branches of a crooked tree. Carefully, she pulled out a thin arrow and drew it on her bow, picturing its flight against wind and gravity in her head. Suddenly, the blue jay ceased its song, sensing danger in the air. Worried that she had startled it, Makya quickly let the arrow fly. Everything happened in an eyeblink. The blue jay lifted its wings to escape into the sky. Makya's arrow was faster, piercing skin and feathers. Before the huntress could even register the feeling of success, a reptillian head crashed through the branches, snapping powerful jaws at the falling bird. Makya fell back in surprise.

His smooth, shiny scales were covered with hunter's stripes in varying shades of gray. A brilliant blue ran down his spiny tail, demanding the attention of all lesser observers. Long fangs, sharp and dangerous, gleamed with an intimidation the warrior tribes of the Mat'junea and Mat'onit would envy in their mounts. Yet, Makya could tell this was not a hunter who relied on brute force. The way he looked at her with those calculating cyan eyes, a few blue feathers still sticking out of his mouth, told her he knew better. He took a few steps away, still watching carefully, the same glinting eyes calling to her, almost challenging her. Finally, the beast turned around and walked off at a deliberate pace, trailing feathers behind. Makya stood up slowly but surely, a matching glint of determination in her own eyes. She knew what she had to do. Picking up her bow again, Makya followed the small spots of blue on the ground, ready to answer the call.

[ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ]

Your Username: LittleLynx
Dino's Name: Jayfeather, though his nickname is Jay.
Your Rider's Name: She is a black haired, blue eyed fourteen year old. She is brave, determined, and (unlike her tribe) a very good warrior who loves fighting. Her name is Kay, and her twin brother is Jay. Jay had died when they were eight. When Kay saw this dino with jay feathers attached to it, she was sure it was a sign to name him after her long dead brother.
Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'Larun
Short story:
Jayfeather walked around, looking for food. (Of course, he didn't have a name yet, but it's used every once in a while in the story.) He was an inexperienced hunter, and eventually scared off almost all the prey. He finally found a nest of blue jays. He quickly gobbled them up, feathers scattered around and flouted down to the ground. Jayfeather looked down to see a small human collecting the feathers. The human tied two together with a piece of string. The gray and blue dino watched, curious. He could sense the human's fear of him, but he just kept looking on.
The human crawled up the tree where the nest was, until he was staring into the eyes of Jayfeather. The human reached out, wanting to touch the dino's horns. Jayfeather allowed it. The human tied the two feathers on a string to his horn. The human started to crawl onto Jayfeather. The dino liked the boy, and let him come on. Suddenly, the boy's shoe accidently brushed Jayfeather's eye. In pain, he bolted. The human fell to the ground. Coming to his senses, he looked back at the boy. He was dead.
Jayfeather, depressed, walked away. He would never see the boy again. The dino supposed he would never become a Ridden.