[carmineflyer]

Possible reserve!
Sniffles: so pretty...

[Salvon]

Kill.All.Templars.

Rovfågel, Rovel for short.(meaning Bird of Prey in Swedish)

Male. Rovel is headstrong, but smart. He does everything for a reason and thinks things through carefully. He uses stealth and speed against enemies and only shows compassion to his rider.


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"Good morning Margot." was all he said to her in a rough accusing voice when she came down the worn wooden stairs of the cabin. He made her a quick breakfast that she ate in silence, her blood slowly beginning to boil as she thought about the past week. It was a warm day but the air seemed cold and angry. He had giving her rude comments or not talking to her at all for the entire week. A sudden rage took over Margot, a rage that told her what to do, that took away her ability to control herself. She stood up, violently slamming her fist down on the table. "It was my decision Thomas! I made a commitment to do this! I will keep it." she yelled at her brother. They had been living in the house together since their parents died which was about 6 years. Thomas, Margot's 24 year old brother, remained silent and seemingly relaxed. His calmness infuriated her even further and so she left the kitchen, marching back up the stairs to her room so that she could get ready. Margot slipped off her clothes from yesterday and slowly began to dress herself in the special outfit she had chosen for the day. Today she was supposed to become a rider but a thought slipped into her mind at this moment, Am I doing what's right? The dream told me I would be a great rider. The leader of many and the saver of lives. Doubt quickly replaced her attempts to reinforce her decision. It's dangerous, I could easily die as many others have before me. But the great blue eye of that beast. . I must find it. I must tame it. Her spirit and courage stronger now she slipped on her tall dark leather boots and walked back downstairs. Although she avoided looking over where her brother was standing last, a certain emptiness filled the room. A silence that had not been there before crept into the space. Margot walked outside and stopped for a moment, a cool breeze gently moved her long dark hair and tickled her face. Then finally a noise sounded from the wooded side of their property on the Mat'era lands. An eerie shriek of horror and fear, much less a normal sound. Then memories flooded Margot's mind like a great river had burst through a dam. She knew the shriek that now echoed in her head, it meant death. She froze, eyes glazing over and thoughts filling her head But it couldn't be. Not here. Not again. It can't possibly happen. . . Her senses finally came back and she darted, snatching up her crossbow and arrow sheath on the way. The roar sounded again, this time pulling on her heart. An ache deeper than pain made her entire body shiver as she ran, each step bringing her closer to something she both wanted and did not want to see. Spots of blood began to appear on the grass below her tiring feet. Then another more frightening thought hit her in the pit of her stomach and she called out to her brother. "Thomas! Thomas!." No response. More blood. Another shriek. Closer this time. She rushed closer to the forests edge, drops of blood shining bright ruby red on the leaves of bushes. Then a low moan, human this time. "Thomas!" she yelled again, louder than she thought she was able to. Despite her fear desperation took over and her legs carried her into the forest. It didn't take very long for her to spot him. A pile of what looked to be dirtied clothes covered in soaking red blotches. Margot gasped in disbelief and ran to her brothers side, hoping with everything she had that he could be helped and that she wasn't too late. She fell to her knees beside her only friend and family in the whole world and took in quick breaths. "Margot. Please leave now." Thomas whispered with what seemed to be all of his strength. "I'm. . . the . ." he trailed off for a moment before continuing ". . bait." Thomas had barely whispered the last word but Margot had heard it clearly. It took her less than a seconds worth of thinking to realize what he had just said, but that was enough time. A fluorescent blue eye appeared from the shadows behind her dying brother. The bulk of animal slinked out of it's hiding spot. Even in it's massive size, the pattern on its leather-like skin had hidden it from view. Instead of a lurching attack like she had expected, it stepped out into the clearing slowly. Margot stood up unwillingly from her brothers side as the beast came closer until it was hovering over Thomas' limp body. Then as if to end stare down between the animal and Margot it lifted a massive, clawed foot above her brother. She turned away quickly, whimpering softly into her hands as it brought the foot down with a thump. Margot spun so that her back was facing the creature, it's warm breath sent shivers down her spine. She tried to stay strong and not give into the sadness and confusion. Emotion flooded through her body, all of the hatred, love, grief, forgiveness, sorrow and pain swelled up in her eyes. You will not defeat me. Take everything I have away from me but you will be tamed one day she thought to herself. She knew the beast wouldn't kill her, she had seen this exact animal before, and so she ran from the forest, tears streaming down her face. Questions began flying through the space behind her eyes Why would it do that? How is this seemingly evil beast supposed to be my destined companion? How will I ever find it again and tame it? How does it know not to kill me? And yet there was some type of bond there, or truce that told them not to kill each other. She ran almost blindly into the open field not even once glancing back. The blurry shape of her empty cabin loomed not too far away. She couldn't feel herself run and could not see her legs move. Blackness began to swim in her mind, blocking her vision further. She slowed and heard a final roar as if to signal victory, then emotion took over her, Only one thought slipped into her mind as the blackness consumed her Blue eyes. Then her mind was swallowed by the dark and she felt herself hit the grass covered ground with a soft thud.

Before she could see, Margot felt a sharp headache pinch her skull. It felt like an animal was inside her head, desperately trying to escape. The blackness slowly faded away from her line of vision and light caressed her face although her headache did not cease. She felt the first warm rays of sun on her back as she lay on her stomach in the rich green grass. She began to move her arms underneath herself and became wet with morning dew as she did so. Every muscle in her body ached then sent a shock of pain through her heart and chest. Margot winced briefly but continued to haul herself up until she stood on her leather boot-covered feet. She turned to glance at the forest and quickly wished she had not. Everything came rushing back to her mind, a new pain riddled her body now; anger. She was furious with herself. How could she have been so scared of her own destined beast that it had pulled her away from her brother? But wait she thought It wasn't fear. It was exception. But why had I trusted that animal enough that I would let it kill Thomas? Then an insane thought crossed her confused mind Was it trying to protect me? There had certainly been more to that blue eye than just an animal. She shook every image of the memory and every loose ended thought and question out of her mind. All that matters now is that I find him. Thomas is dead and there is no changing that.was all she allowed herself to think about. Margot began to walk towards the cabin, her feet and legs barely able to support even her slim figure. Tracking shouldn't be too hard. Any evidence should be fresh from yesterday. A name. I must name my destined mount. Margot paused her walking and thought for a short time. He swoops in like a bird, and you never see him coming. He is a hunter not the hunted. . . Rovel. Short for Rovfågel because he is a bird of prey. She said the name aloud "Rovel. Hmm, has a nice sound to it. Rovel." Margot picked up her aching feet again and plodded on, almost shuffling. Everything she had been through was so overwhelming and so shocking that she swayed slightly as she walked; her mind still not fully recovered. The thought of never seeing Thomas again crept into the front of her mind and she fought to push it back, sending a solemn tear down her smooth face.

Margot stumbled into her silent, empty cabin. She sat down on one of the rickety chairs surrounding the dining table and folded her arms on the flat piece of wood. She allowed her head to droop into her weak, crossed arms and tried to cry. Let out all of the emotion and confusion she felt, but the waterfall she had expected never came. Perhaps it was because the confusion she thought she felt was not actually there, or perhaps she was too determined to find Rovel, but she couldn't cry. Instead she sat there; tired and alone, feeling her own warm breath on her muscled arms. Margot sat for a while although she could not tell that time was passing at all. She decided to get up when she finally thought she had the strength and walked outside to the well. Margot remembered when her father had decided to build their well even though they lived on the outskirts of the Mat'era lands, very close to the forests. She again thought she might cry at the memory of her father but did not. Margot held tight to the rope leading down to the bucket at the bottom of the well and pulled until the full pail reached the surface. She detached the worn bucket from the rope and stared down at the water, noticing her reflection. She saw a girl with dark green eyes and long brown hair that was slightly messy. Smooth tan skin covered her facial structure and a small nose protruded the center. Faded pink lips and a rounded chin occupied the lower part of her profile. Margot splashed the water onto her face and the reflection disappeared in a swirl of small waves. She then removed her clothes excluding her undergarments and lifted the pail above her head. She poured the cool water over herself and a chill raced up her spine covering her body in goosebumps. Margot reattached the bucket to the rope and let it drop back down to the bottom of the well with a faint splash. She shook her wet hair around then rang it out like a soaked piece of cloth. She picked up her dry, decently clean clothes and walked back inside the cabin to dry by the fireplace. Once Margot was dry she walked slowly up the stairs, crawled into her bed and, somehow, slept.

The next morning Margot woke to the sound of shouts coming from what she new to be the center of her "town". She could not decipher what type of shouting it was, but immediately wanted to know what was happening and practically jumped out of bed. She pulled on the same outfit she had worn yesterday and rushed downstairs. She was pulling on her tall dark leather boots when she heard it. That deep sound that shook her bones and made her heart skip a beat. It was the roar she had heard when she had first noticed Thomas was missing. It was Rovel, but there was something ever so slightly different about it. Instead of a cry of victory it was a cry of pain and defeat. What is going on?! Margot thought to herself as she rushed out the door into the morning air. Her neighbors were running from their scattered houses towards the center of the village and so she followed them. Margot was usually the leader, but the roar had come from the direction the others were running. Margot's feet pounded against the packed dirt that soon became gravel and then slabs of stone as she entered the middle of the village. A crowd surrounded the focus of attention but the action was looming above, allowing Margot to see it all clearly. It was a terrifying sight that angered Margot. Two tribesman and one tribeswoman all mounted on their dinos were holding a riderless Bernikeasaur steady using ropes. They surrounded him, taught ropes connecting the four beasts, each taking its turn to slacken then become tight again as the un-mounted dino fought. Then Margot was quickly startled by two things that stood out about the restrained animal. The first was a small piece of bloodied cloth stuck on one of it's teeth. The second was the fluorescent blue eyes. By this time Margot had actually forgotten about Rovel's roar because of the strange scene playing out in front of her. Thoughts jumped around in her mind once again Why is Rovel being held captive? A hand waving in front of her face brought her back to the present, and she noticed the hand belonged to a woman who had obviously notice that she had gotten Margot's attention. "The wild Bernikeasaur is accused of murder of a human. The elders say they plan to kill the animal because it is a danger to the tribe." the woman said without emotion. Margot realized what she had said and asked "What proof do they have?" The woman responded simply "The bloody cloth in it's mouth." Margot quickly registered one thought They are going to kill Rovel and I must stop them. This animal had killed her parents and her brother but Margot saw the fear in it's eye. She felt the strange connection between them. She knew that she had to save her beast. Margot began to plow through the crowd, people started shouting angry things at her but she kept going. As she got closer to the center and she knew the elders could hear her she yelled "NO! You cannot kill him! You can't!" Her voice was louder than she had expected and, starting around the place where she stood, a hush spread through the crowd. When everything was practically silent nobody moved, even Rovel and the other dinos quieted as if they understood that there had been a disruption in the events that were supposed to be happening. An elder walked over to where Margot stood and the few people left around her shuffled back leaving a path for Margot to walk towards the man. She quickly stepped forward, regretting nothing. Margot stopped just in front of the elder and he spoke "What is your reason for this outburst?" His voice rough and almost frustrated. Margot thought for a moment never breaking eye contact with the man. "He is my Bernikeasaur." she said sternly. The man smirked and replied "Fine. If he is yours then why don't you go up to him and pet his large muzzle?" His tone was skeptical and challenging. Margot's eyes widened and she wasn't sure if Rovel would let her do such a thing. For an entire week she had been positive that this was her dino and deep down she still knew he was, but a slight fear put butterflies in her stomach. No. Not fear. I do not fear this animal. It is nervousness. she thought as she slowly walked towards the beast. "Oh and your dinosaur must have a name too. Does it not?" The elder asked accusingly from behind Margot's back. She fired back sternly but calmly like her brother would have replied. "Yes. He does have a name." she said "His name is Rovel."

To be Continued

(I apologize it's a little sloppy and long but I would love to continue it and revise it if I manage to get the dino. There would be a lot more info, background, history, and everything else that has not been explained. In a way this is like a trailer to an upcoming movie. It's just a piece of the whole story but gives an idea of what it's about. I have an outline for the rest of the story just I feel no reason to continue it for now. If I do not get the dino, I might keep going anyway although it wouldn't make as much sense)

Margot has wandered the Mat'era lands all her life. Running through the villages with her older brother, causing trouble when they were young. Men and Women on their Bernikesaurs wandering throughout. Margot always looked up to them and would often spend her days watching the new riders train their beasts. She learned the methods quickly and would sometimes practice using her poor old dog Maggie, who found the "training" extremely unentertaining. The Mat'era tribe is her family and their lands are her home.

Yes definitely. Why adopt something only to let it sit useless? Most training I will do in story form, but I plan on getting an art tablet soon. I will make comics and other art using Margot and Rovel, but I really hope to write an entire story using the two.

::Margot::
A girl who has a reputation for acting before thinking about what she is about to do. She is often too impulsive in her decisions which puts her in interesting situations, making it her biggest flaw. She has a tendency to poke her nose around where it doesn't belong, searching for adventure. She is very independent and likes to have time either alone or with Rovel. She is a fighter when it comes to standing up for herself and/or what she believes in. Margot rarely builds up a temper. She is generally able to keep herself and others calm even in overwhelming situations. Fear is something she seldom feels anymore. Sadness has no meaning to her because she has felt too much of it. Crying and whimpering solves nothing, she realizes now more than ever, that she must fight to get what she wants. In her tribe most think of her as nothing more than brutal and silent, but they do not realize that there is so much more to her.
::Rovel::
He is, in a way, Margot's other half. Instead of being a ruthless killer the way some see him, he is extremely intelligent. Rovel thinks things through and puts more reason behind his actions than Margot. Unlike her he plans and is more skeptical about anything that seems suspicious. However, his flaw seems to always get him into trouble. Rovel has a short fused temper that often causes him to lose his reasoning skills and act out of line. He hates to be insulted or challenged, but his biggest fear is restraint. Just like Margot, Rovel never wants to be put in a position where he has no way out. He trusts Margot for this reason. Margot is the calm to his storm and he is the reason to her rashness. Together, somehow, they are like Yin and Yang.

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Just a little theme song I chose http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cil_BSHN8k0

[Wolf's Spirit]

Your Username:
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I love this one <3 I'll fill out when I find time XD

[Salvon]

do you have an idea on when you will end this one? just wondering

[Penultima]

do you have an idea on when you will end this one? just wondering

This will end November 7th

[KiTelli]

Username:
KiTelli

Dino’s name:
Vix--short for Vixen. She's as sly as a fox, she is... Plus the placement of her markings is vaguely fox-like.

Dino’s Gender:
Female

Brief Dino Personality:
Vix is a clever girl; she's smarter than most people would guess her to be. She has a sort of passive-aggressive attitude: if you reprimand her for something, you may or may not find your pack high in a tree the next morning. She learns quickly, often picking up new skills simply by watching others. But she also becomes bored easily, and thus chaos ensues. One of her favorite things to do: pull at Adriyn's braid with her teeth.

Rider:



Adriyn is a stubborn and clever twenty-year old whose personality matches her fiery hair. Though somewhat small in stature, she makes up for it with her agility. A skilled archer, Adriyn is certainly a girl to content with.

Description:
She’s small, only about 5’4”. Adriyn has long, dark red hair she keeps in a braid down her back and brilliant green eyes with a ring of gold around the pupils. She is thin, but still athletic. Once quite fair as a child, her skin is now a golden tan. Her clothing is usually boots, leggings and a loose fitting tunic. When she ‘suits up’ she has a leather chest piece and leg guards and carries a small round shield at her back, along with her quiver of arrows and her bow slung over her shoulder. She never goes without her leather bracers/fingerless gloves. She wears thinner ones for every-day but has tougher, thicker ones for her armor. She keeps some small knives on her at all times, and she is quite skilled at throwing them. She can move easily through the sparse brush without being seen or heard, and has a habit of appearing seemingly out of nowhere and then disappearing as quickly as she came. This is aided on occasion by a full length, lightweight mottled cloak; one side mimicking the greens of a forest, the other side the browns, tans and greys of the desert.

Personality:
Tenacious and impulsive with a sense of almost insatiable curiosity, Adriyn has a tendency to get herself into trouble, but is usually able to get herself out just as easily. So long as nobody was hurt and she didn't get caught, she calls any escapade a victory. She views authority with respect, but also as something that can be bent or disregarded if necessary. What is ‘necessary’ depends on the situation. For her, nothing is ‘black and white,’ everything is shades of grey. She has a hard time trusting others, but when trust is earned, she is very loyal. If that trust is broken, it is very hard to earn it back, if she’ll ever trust that person again at all. Though she does get along with most other people, she does enjoy spending time alone, among nature and animals or practicing with her bow or throwing knives. She has a witty, sarcastic sense of humor that she generally keeps to herself, and will often stifle laughter or a grin at her own thoughts.


Parents:
Mother, (Tenna) who is a healer. She has never met her father and her mother doesn't talk about him much.

Siblings:
Her twin brother Aleksi, (Al or Alek for short. She calls him Ali, and only she gets away with it.), who will never ride a Dino; he broke his right leg severely when he was a child and it grew infected, despite their mother's best efforts. It never developed correctly and now he can't move it correctly. He seems fine with his lot, though, and uses his drawing talents to make maps of the tribe's territory.

SO:
Straight

Significant other/crush:
None, though she can, at times and depending on circumstances, be a bit of a flirt.

Rider’s Tribe:
Mat'iri. She grew up in the trees, feeling just as at home in the sparse branches and small shrubs as in her family's hovel. She has explored as much of the land as she has been able to, and only wants to discover.

Do I plan to train this Dino?:
Yes, in writing form. I don’t have a tablet and hate mouse-drawing, so I rarely use the oekaki. I may upload a traditionally drawn image once in a while. At any rate, I find it easier to capture moments in writing than in an image. I like word pictures better anyway.

A short story featuring Adriyn and this lovely Dino:

Run.

That one word echoed in Adriyn’s mind as she dodged around a corner, ducking into one of the deep shadows that were common among the Mat’huen tunnels. Back against the wall, the redhead sagged to the ground, her body exhausted yet everything on high alert, adrenaline pumping through her system. Her own heartbeat pounded in her ears, and for a brief moment she almost thought that it would be heard farther down the tunnel.

She needed to get back home. The tunnel entrance had to be close by; she hadn’t wandered that far. Taking a deep breath and taking her bearings, she ghosted quickly and quietly from her hiding place and back the way she came.

There! A faint glow told her where she would come through back into the heart of her own land, the tunnel entrance carefully hidden among a small grove of trees. Oh, how the tribe leader will be happy to find the tunnel! The Mat’huen had been raiding; they were just small excursions into the Mat’iri territory, but now a patrol could be stationed to keep them in their own territory where they belong.

Adriyn ran the last few meters and scrambled out among the trees. Hands on her knees, she bend forward and panted, glad to finally be breathing the fresh air of her home versus the stale, acrid smell of the tunnels.

Brushing herself off, she was ready to run again when an angry roar split the air behind her. It had the metallic ring of stone, and she realized it was coming from the tunnel. Someone was coming. Had she been followed? The events of her little jaunt replayed in her head. No; nobody knew she was down there, Mat’iri or Mat’huen. Perhaps, in her mad dash for the exit, she has somehow alerted one of their warriors to her presence; whether they knew she was human or merely thought her to be a lost animal that had wandered into the tunnel was another story. She didn’t want to stick around to find out, either.

But they were getting closer; she could hear the massive dino’s footsteps echoing down the tunnel, each stomp just a bit louder and clearer than the last.

Adriyn scurried like a giant spider along the ground, under a scrubby patch of bushes and hopefully beyond the rider’s notice. She absently wished she had the time to have gone for the larger patch just a few feet away, though dwelling on what could have been wouldn't do her any good anyhow. Shoving the thought away, she turned to face the way into Mat'huen terriroty, trusting her patterned cloak to hide her beneath the shrubs.

A moment later a Bernikesaur, saddled and in black war paint emerged with his rider dressed in full war regalia on his back. The man turned his head slowly, surveying the area, mumbling in low tones for only himself and his mount to hear.

The hairs on the back of Adriyn’s neck prickled, but not because of the threat mere yards in front of her…no…there was something else…

Risking a small movement, the redhead turned toward the larger grouping of bushes to her left, and was suddenly glad she hadn’t dove into that patch after all. A thousand curses raced across her train of thought as she stared directly into the bright blue eyes of a wild Bernikesaur. How had she not seen this animal before?! Surely something that large couldn't hide so easily.

The beast exhaled, its breath hot on Adriyn’s face and she let out an involuntary whimper in response.

“What was that?” The young woman's heart seemed to leap into her throat. Oh no. The rider had heard her.

I’m dead. In an instant she ran a few different outcomes through her head. Option one: Stay here, hidden in the bushes. Either be eaten or, if this thing isn’t hungry, get caught. Dead. Option two: Run. Either trigger the predator/prey chase response in this dino or in the other one. Or get a spear in my back. Dead. Option three: Slink back to tunnel. This dino follows me or the other one will find me when he goes back. Or there’s another rider waiting just inside. Dead. She wished desperately that she had grabbed her bow and arrows before rushing out this morning, and thought for a moment about using her throwing knives. No, that would only prolong the inevitable; the rider is in armor and a Bernikesaur’s hide is too thick for a knife to do much damage. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place...take her chances here with the wild one or out there with the captured one and his rider. She shoved the fear back into the pit of her stomach so she could focus.

Moving only her eyes, she looked back at the rider on his dino; the animal’s massive head was sniffing around, moving right toward her scant patch of cover. She looked back at those blue eyes within an arm’s reach of her, and the dino blinked quizzically.

No. She was not going out like this. The very least she could do was to die fighting. Every muscle tensed in that moment, prepared to spring from her hiding place. Deciding to go for the rival tribe member, she adjusted her feet underneath her and slipped a knife from her leather bracer, the blue-eyed dino watching her every movement with a sort of mild curiosity. She wondered if this is how a mouse felt when being watched by a jackal before being eaten.

In the time it takes for the heart to skip a beat, the situation took a drastic turn. With no warning, the Bernikesaur with blue eyes leapt from the shrubs, shrieking in anger at the other and his rider. To Adriyn’s slight surprise, this girl was actually a bit bigger than the other dino and mottled like her home-dyed cloak. The other dino rocked backward and staggered a few paces, letting out a scream of confusion and surprise mingled with fear. The wild dino darted at the other Bernikesaur, snapping at the rider and hissing in a low tone that was felt more than heard. For a moment the two beasts sized each other up, the rider pulling at one rein and giving his animal some good kicks in the side, trying to egg him on. With a final roar, the wild female charged, pounding the dirt with every powerful stride, kicking up twigs and rocks in her wake. The other dino wheeled and ran, nearly dumping his rider in the dust, and sprinted toward the tunnel entrance.

Adriyn watched this scene, bewildered and shocked. The blue eyed dino skidded to a stop and turned her massive head, blinking those blue eyes at the redhead that now stood up out of the bushes. She almost wanted to laugh.
This thought was stifled, however, as the beast ran her tongue over her teeth, looking suddenly even more keenly interested in the young woman.

She couldn’t believe this. The amazing scene that just played out before her and she still may get eaten?

“No.” holding up a finger, she waggled it at the animal. “Not going to happen.” Her voice was stern, though she wasn't sure how much good it would do; surely the beast didn't understand her. She backed away, toward the edge of the copse of trees, never turning her back to the massive animal until she had clear running room. She turned and ran flat-out until she reached the village, her adrenaline pumping as hard as it ever has. Her entire body was shaking by the time she reached her family’s hovel.

She didn’t say a word to anyone about what had happened.

But she could have sworn she saw a blue eye glowing in her window that night.

[Kagome963]

~*LunaStar*~


Fatin ((Arabic for Intelligent))

Fatin is very intelligent and proves to be a difficult one to catch. He does however show promising signs of being a mighty companion to the one brave enough to get close to him.

Male

Name: Saniya​
Origin/Meaning: Japanese for High, Exhalted
Age: 19yrs
Gender: Female
Team: Mat'iri
SO: Straight
Mom: Unknown
Dad: Unknown
Brother(s): None
Sister(s): None
BoyFriend: Single
Wanted BoyFriend: Who would that be?
Crush(es): Havent met anyone worth crushing on
Kid(s): None
Adopted Kid(s): None
Breast Size:​ 48B
Hair Color/Length:​ Long and Black
Eye Color:​ Hazel Green​
Skin Tone:​ Light Tan
Blood Type:​ AB+​​
Height: 5ft 8inches
Weight: 166pounds
Theme Song: Three Days Grace - Pain
Personality: Though she seems calm and laid back, she will become fiercely protective and angered if anyone endangers anyone close to her. She tends to flirt alot with guys she meets and then leaves them cold. There are times where she just brushes everyone off, so leave her alone when that happens. She seems to hold a deep hate towards those who abuse others and tends to get in the middle of things when she sees someone being abused.
​History: Nothing much is known about Saniya. She came into the tribe one day and has stayed ever since. She doesnt have alot of friends, but she seems to get along with everyone in the tribe. She refuses to speak of her past to anyone she doesnt know and trust. She does bare a few scars on her arms that suggest an abusive past.

Mat'iri

The people of the Mat'iri took Saniya into their care after she stumbled into their camp with sever wounds to her arms and back. When she was fully healed they made her a permanent member of the tribe for they saw something special about her.

Mostly Literature

Saniya will be training this big guy using a gentle touch and a calm voice. Working to earn his trust before moving forward.

[Merlin's Heir]

Reserved

[bambi99]

Hope I am not too late to try for this beauty!

Your Username: bambi99

Dino's Name: Orion, for the great hunter in Greek Mythology. Either that or Aries.

Dino's Gender: Male

Your Rider's Name: Ayla, she is slender with black hair and piercing green-grey eyes. She wears a simple outfit of dark leather, and only wears her black armor when she trains. She carries a small primitive dagger that she made, and has a bow with a quiver of arrows. She is an excellent hunter and has now reached the age, and has the oppourtunity, to finally own a beautiful beast for herself.

Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'iri, Emerald, for a place with some woodland would be perfect for the two. She would love to have a beast that blends with the shadows, and is quiet enough to help her hunt as is this one.

Do you plan to train this dino?: Yes, it will be tough but well worth the effort. He will be trained to be efficent in hunting and battle. Ayla cannot wait.

[Salvon]

does this one end tonight?