[Penultima]

Unlike many adoptables, this species isn't a "quick adopt, get a whole bunch" kind. Each one is unique and special. Each has it's own story, history, and future. You, as a potential owner, will not only adopt it, but actually own it.

You can try out for multiple dinos, but you cannot own more that 1 untrained one at once.
Keep in mind--Tribesman and women wear armor or leather garments, not casual clothes like hoodies or jeans.


Oh no! Looks like this one got into a fight! How do you think it got those scars?

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


Captured by: Jadeghost
Dino's name: Halwn
Rider's name: Kyra Arella Alvar
Tribe: Mat'Junea
Training level: Basic, level 1

[Zvarjaciely]

Oooh, possible reserve <3

[Saren]

Withdrawing; waiting for the perfect dinosaur <3

[Salvon]

Your Username: Kill.All.Templars.
Dino's Name: Rovfågel (meaning Bird of Prey in Swedish)
Dino's Gender: Male
Your Rider's Name: Margot- a tough girl with a troubled background, she originally came from a family of abuse in Europe. She ran away when it got too terrible for her to bear any longer. Just like this dino she has scars, although not all are physical.
Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'junea
Do you plan to train this dino?: Yes of course. This one looks like it has been in a fighter and I need a good warrior dino. It was also fast enough to get away, speed is important.
How do you (or your rider) think it got those scars?: There are many ways this dino could have gotten the scars, and no one can know for sure, but based on the placement it looks as though the dino had been restrained. Perhaps captured by a non rider and held by rough chains around the scarred areas. He obviously fought against the restraints caused them to dig into the flesh. How he got free remains a mystery, but whoever captured this poor animal will pay if Margot ever happens to stumble across them.

[Luna~tic]

I give up, he's absolutely stunning, but I don't have a single chance. >.<

[AirAngel]

Reserve *A*

[hoglolly]

Your Username: hoglolly
Dino's Name:
Dino's Gender:
Your Rider's Name:
Your Rider's Tribe: (list on front page)
Do you plan to train this dino?: yes
How do you (or your rider) think it got those scars?:

Wip

[Jadeghost]

мy υѕєяиαмє: Jadeghost
ᴅιиo'ѕ иαмє: Halwn (HAL-win); a ancient Celtic name associated with misfortune.
ᴅιиo'ѕ gєиᴅєя: Male
яιᴅєя'ѕ иαмє: Kyra Arella Alvar; Kyra meaning "little Ra," the sun god, Arella meaning "angel" and given to her because of her hair, and Alvar meaning "elf army."
References: x and x; both character images were created using this program
яιᴅєя'ѕ тяιвє: Kyra is a member of the Mat'junea, the warriors from the southern hills.
ωιℓℓ нαℓωи вє тяαιиєᴅ? Yes, and if I win him I would like the story below to count as part one of my level 1!
нoω ᴅoєѕ куяα тнιик нє αcqυιяєᴅ нιѕ ѕcαяѕ?

The night her brother captured his second Bernikesaur was the night she decided to leave.
The tribe, of course, was celebrating. Not only had Avery become the youngest boy ever to capture one of the mighty creatures at the young age of fourteen, but now that he was sixteen, he had brought home his second. Kyra was nearly twenty and still had yet to capture her first mount.
Avery had always had a way with the beasts that had always been hard for her to understand. Although Bernikesaurs could be tamed, their strength and control was not to be underestimated. The scar Kyra bore on her left cheek was a daily reminder of what they were capable of. She had tried over and over again to tame a creature of her own. Older tribesman tried to tell her that the process was one that could not be forced and that in time, she would find her partner. But being stubborn by nature, Kyra refused to listen and continued to try, sometimes wandering out in the desert for weeks at a time in search for the still wild Bernikesaurs. It was a rare occurrence if she actually came across one. More often than not, she ran into enemy tribes and learned quickly how to fight her way out of some dangerously close situations. One thing she had never doubted about herself was her warrior's heart. For a time, Kyra almost managed to convince herself that she didn't need a Bernikesaur to prove herself. But with every day that passed, more and more of her people turned to stare as she walked by. Kyra didn't bother to pretend that she didn't hear their whispers about her as she passed. Some actually felt sorry for her, but most just saw her as a failure. She was not angry with Avery when she spotted him riding in on one of the largest and strongest mounts she had ever seen anyone possess. But no matter how she tried, she could not bring herself to be happy with him. No one noticed as she quietly packed her few belongings in a small knapsack. While the festivities were in full swing, Kyra made her escape.


(Art by ailea)
It was dangerous to travel alone. It was even more dangerous to travel alone at night. And it was more dangerous still to travel alone at night without a mount. Kyra knew perfectly well the dangers that lay ahead of her. It scared her even more to realize that she didn't exactly have a plan. She had hoped that if she managed to wander that far, the Mat'huen would take her in. The outcast tribe that supposedly dwelled in caves just to the west of them surely wouldn't mind one more, would they? Oh, but she was so clearly Mat'junea. Everything about her, from her clothes to her body type to her demeanor just screamed warrior. And Kyra knew from experience that no one would be afraid to pick a fight with her. Being a warrior was not protection: it only made you a more interesting target. She had no idea what she would do if she was turned away by the Mat'huen. But the moment she heard a Bernikesaur roar not far off, she knew none of that no longer mattered.
Hearing one of the dino's cry meant one of two things: that there were Riders in the area, or that there were wild ones nearby. But Kyra had been around plenty of Bernikesaurs to know that this was no ordinary cry. This was the cry of a creature in pain.
Against her better judgement, Kyra scowled, hid her knapsack in some brush nearby, and armed with nothing but her sword and shield, took off in the direction of the cry. The dinosaur continued to struggle and cry out, and as the noises became louder Kyra became more and more cautious. Finally, the sounds led her to bottom of a rocky, very echoey gorge; when she saw what lay below, she gasped out loud.
A Bernikesaur was trapped down below. He appeared to be heavily tangled in some kind of netting, and in his panic to get free, was thrashing all about and crying out in frustration. His scales were thick but even from where she stood, Kyra could see where they rubbed up against the sides of the rocky gorge and cut deep into his skin.
It was a painful sight to witness. Kyra wanted desperately to help the creature, but she knew that even though she may be able to climb down into the gorge, there was no way she would be able to climb back out by herself. But she had left without telling anyone. Kyra knew that as soon as her tribe noticed she was missing, a search party would be sent out. The worst that could happen is that she could be trapped for a few days. What was a few days of hunger weighed against this creature's life?
Carefully, she lowered herself down. By now the creature had stopped thrashing, and besides his laborious breathing he now lay still. He did not notice her presence at first but when his amber eyes met hers, a silent understanding seemed to be passed between them. Kyra seemed to be the one more on edge; she was stunned by how calm this Bernikesaur remained even while trapped like this. Either he was too weak to care, or he was just calm by nature.
Slowly and as silently as she could, Kyra began to approach him. Now that he could see her coming closer to him, the dino let out a cry of alarm and scooted back as far as he was able to while in his bonds. "Shhh..." Kyra tried to soothe him, and held out her hands after dropping her sword and kicking it aside. With the loss of the weapon, the creature seemed to calm. Finally, Kyra stood right at his side.
Now that she was up close, it was easy to see how serious the injuries he had sustained really were. This Bernikesaur would carry the scars of his ordeal for the rest of his life. But Kyra was determined to see that he would have that life, and bent down to pull the dagger she always concealed on her person from her boot.
The moment he laid her hands on his rough scales the Bernikesaur flinched violently, sending her flying back against the stone. Kyra remained still for a few moments while she caught her breath, but soon struggled back to her feet to continue cutting through the bonds that held him. He continued to try to shove her off, but Kyra quickly learned how to avoid his tricks.
She still had a few more ropes to cut but somehow he still managed to spring free. Kyra was once again knocked back as the wind was knocked from her, and after a few moments heard nothing. Was he still there? Slowly, she dared to open her eyes...

-will continue if I win him-

[carmineflyer]

Your Username:
PFDB123

Dino's Name:
Numees
A name meaning "sister."

Dino's Gender:
Female

Your Rider's Name:
Taipa
Created using this site.

Her name means "spread wings."
A girl of slight build Taipa could be considered about average. With fading brown hair and sharp green eyes, she reminds those who see her of perhaps a bird or deer. She loves to foot race, and is very fast for her age. However, once off the racing path, she is very shy, though clever, able to think her way through most problems. However Taipa doesn't relate well to other people and spends most of her time alone in her thoughts.


Your Rider's Tribe:
Mat'iri

Do you plan to train this dino?:
Yes I would.

How do you (or your rider) think it got those scars?:
Taipa looked at the dino just a few trees off from her, studying it closely. It would have to be perfect, in order for her to try and tame it. Wouldn't want to train a dino that turns out to be murderous. As the dino turned around though, Taipa noticed a slight flaw in the dino's beautiful figure. Four large scars, two on each leg on the dino's right side, marred the otherwise tough and hardened skin. Taipa caught her breath. Was this really her?
5 years ago, a younger Taipa sits on a tree branch, observing a mother dino and her hatchlings.
Taipa studied the dino's closely, looking at the little ones especially. She kept telling herself that she was "learning" that this was good practice for when she would finally train a dino. The fact that the little ones were the cutest things ever didn't hurt ether. She watched all of them: the little brown female that mostly slept in the nest, the rough-and-tumble red and brown male with the tiger stripes that played with his brother with the gold spikes, and the little green female who was curious about everything. And of course, the mother, who watched her hatchlings with a close eye, occasionally whipping her head around to check on Taipa's position. Taipa knew the mother didn't trust her.
Taipa could've spent hours there, watching the hatchlings, but she knew it was getting dark, and her father wouldn't be happy if she didn't show up to dinner. Standing up on her tree branch (the mother jerked at this, and kept her eye on Taipa) she prepared to head on home. A movement in the corner of her vision caught her eye. Turning towards it, she found herself staring at a male dino, poised to pounce. Was he going to kill the hatchlings? Taipa didn't know, but she didn't want to find out the hard way. Letting out a cry of alarm she had often heard the dinos use, she tried to convey to the mother the danger the male might pose.
The mother took this the wrong way. Snarling, she pushed the hatchlings behind her -and alarmingly, Taipa noticed, closer to the male- and roared at Taipa. At the same moment, the male lunged for the hatchlings, and Taipa cried out again, this time in fear for the hatchlings. Hearing the male, the mother turned around, just in time to see him grab the little green female. The hatchling was fighting hard, but the male bite and clawed her again and again. The mother lunged at him, snarling, and Taipa held a small hunting knife in her hand, torn between rushing in there and saving the hatchling, and the reality of that action, which would be her getting torn into very small pieces.
After what seemed like forever, the mother finally chased off the male. Taipa slide down the tree, and ran for the hatchling, trying to see if she could do anything for it. The mother cut her off with a snarl, standing in the way of the hatchling.
"Can't you see I'm trying to help?" Taipa yelled in the direction of the mother, "Your hatchling will die if I don't do something!"
The mother growled again, but something in her eyes softened, and Taipa stepped towards the shivering hatchling. When nothing happened to her, she stepped forward again, taking out a pouch of herb paste as she did. Reaching the hatchling, she looked it over, finding many cuts and scrapes, the most severe she dabbed with paste, the lesser ones, simply washing with water from her leather canteen.
Taipa talked to the hatchling the whole time, reassuring herself more then the hatchling; "You'll be okay little sister. You'll be okay."
Finally turning the hatchling over (getting a yelp from the hatchling, and a worried growl from the mother) Taipa encountered the most serious wounds. Four deep claw marks, two on each leg, marked the hatchling. Washing them out with water, and beginning to dab the paste on them, Taipa didn't know what to do. She wasn't an experienced enough healer, and she knew the mother wouldn't let her take the hatchling to the village. Finally, she ripped off a piece of her shirt, and tied it around the most severe wounds, the ones on the back leg. The ones in the front, she just dabbed more paste on, hoping it would at least keep out infection.
"There." She turned to the mother, "That's the least I can do."
The mother rumbled at her, then called to her hatchlings. Carefully picking up the little green female, the mother walked off with the rest of the hatchlings. Taipa watched them leave until it was too dark to see their forms.


Taipa looked at the dino in wonder. "So you lived after all little sister." She looked at the dino in wonder, "Well, you're not so little anymore."
Walking towards the dino's form, then breaking into a swift run, Taipa felt a little smile creep unto her face.

[.FrozenFire.]

Your Username
.FrozenFire.
Dino's Name
Toivo

is a Finnish name meaning "hope".

Dino's Gender
Male
Your Rider's Name
Didilya Novy

-> *click*, to learn more

Your Rider's Tribe
Mat'iri
Do you plan to train this dino?
Yes, Didilya would train him, and it would be a great honor for her.
How do you (or your rider) think it got those scars?
A year ago...
It was one of those days again. Didilya sat in a corner, crying her eyes out. Her father had hurt her this time and she thought about running away. Running from everything here, even running from the chance to become a dinosaur rider. She was desperate. Suddenly she felt something like fear coming up. That was it. She jumped to her feet and ran off into the forest.
Her tears took her sight and she almost ran into a fleeing Dinosaur. She couldn't see what kind of dinosaur, but at least a plant eater.The next moment she realized what happened and why the plant eater fled. Two dinosaurs were fighting 100 meters in front of her. One of them was clearly the stronger one, but he was slightly smaller. The bigger one was a bernikesaur, and again she couldn't remember what the other species was called. But that black little beast was fast and scratched the green bernikesaur badly. He screamed in pain. Didilya hid behind some bushes and threw a stone at the furious, black dinosaur. The beast turned around and looked, but luckily he wasn't able to spot Didilya. Disturbed, the beast ran off, leaving a badly injured bernikesaur.
Respectful she made some steps to the injured animal. He looked at her with a glance contorted with pain. The claws of the other dinosaur had cut deep into the flesh. Helpless Didilya tried to approach the green animal, but he didn't trusted her and backed off. He was in fear and again, tears were coming to Didilya's eyes. She was incapable of handling animals.
She turned around and left the clearing. Walking about 200 meters she heard a cracking noise. Didilya hadn't noticed that the green one had followed her. Slowly she turned and looked at the dinosaur with respect, but she also feared him a bit.
When she almost touched him, a sudden noise destroyed the magic moment. A human voice. The green one ran off. Didilya sank to her knees. Almost... she thought and cursed the one who destroyed it. She really hoped that the green one would make it and whispered "Toivo, please survive".

The human came near her, making extremely loud noises. Didilya still sat there. She already knew that would be her father. Didilya was right. Coming out of the undergrowth he gave her a worried look, but she refused to turn to him.
"Leave me alone", she said with a cold voice and stood up again. As she felt the hand of his father on her shoulder, she backed off and got rid of his hand.
"I said leave me alone", she screamed this time and watched him with a furious look, like the black dinosaur had faced the green one before.
Then Didilya heard the cracking noise again. There stood the green one, unsure what to do. Eventually he approached Didilya from behind, roaring at her father who stood there in shock. Didilya gave her father a last glance, before she walked off, back to the camp. When she turned around after some meters to thank the dinosaur, he disappeared which made Didilya sad, but she understood him.

Today
Didilya was walking through the forest, picking up some flowers. She noticed immediatly when she walked onto the clearing, where she and the green one met for the first time. Almost every day she had thought about him, if he had survived and so on, but now she dropped the bag full of flowers, staring at the creature in front of her...