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[Peachfuzz221]

Okay I’ll be posting a beginning soon. Got muse back for this. Hopefully more join but if not, we will see if anyone is still interested. Basically, humans and dinosaurs can interact, not with each other, but with others of their kind. Hybrids will be possible soon -

[Queen Lapis]

Alright
Hyped for this!

[Peachfuzz221]

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reva strong. twenty-six. single. romantic interest: none
location: park tag(s): spike, jazmine

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Nibbling at the eraser bud with her front teeth, a nervous habit of hers, Reva's
hazel orbs sweeped over the canvas page with strict focus. Every single detail,
from the straight and curvy lines to the gradient pastels from her watercolor c
rayons, was heavily scrutinized, her trained eye searching for the tiniest fault
or flare subject to an even bigger and better change. A perfectionist at heart,
her pantsuit design was bound to be a hit with the critics but came off as bland
and painfully cliche to the artist who merely gave a soft groan in frustration,
rubbing her aching temple with her thumb. The whole idea, purpose and all, w
as to create a stylish, functional design that could withstand the bucking and j
erking of an animal, ever since transportation took a primitive turn on the backs
of prehistoric creatures.

At her feet, graceful neck raised proud, rested her parasaurolophus. basking in
the sun, Jazz was nearly in sync with her mistress's emotional cues, and every
annoying tick or displeased noise aroused her from her peace. Her tail swished
sharply behind her, giving Reva a brief and comforting glance before bowing h
er neck to pick at an edible weed. The park happened to be her favorite place,
aside from home.

Racing off a wave of energy in the grass was Spike, tumbling along the ground to
roughly massage his skin and chasing any lizards or small mammals that unfort
unately chose the wrong time to come out of hiding. It was a week before his
fourth official race and he was pumped, feeling the instinct to heabutt some
thing. Or someone.

[Queen Lapis]

"Down, girl!” Sage snapped. She held tightly to Pyra’s halter, and yanked down the Dakotaraptor’s head so their gazes met. Pyra hissed rebelliously and attempted to kick Sage away, but her restraints held her in place. Sage snorted and smiled, playfully smacking her pet’s muzzled maw. Pyra’s gaze seethed with rage at this moment, but Sage did not heed the warning.
Instead she raised a staff-like figure over her head, and held it to the Dakotaraptor’s jaws. Pyra’s hisses and snarls quickly changed to whimpers of submission at the sight of the prod. A multitude of burn marks and scars covered her scales and feathers, obvious signs of Pyra’s secretive abuse. But Sage did not care. She’d seen worse in the arenas.
Pyra was alive. She could breath. She could eat. She could walk. But most importantly, she could still run…
And fight.
“C’mon, girlie. Let’s go for a run.” Sage swiftly slipped a saddle onto Pyra’s back. Being a fully grown Dakotaraptor, Pyra was of a rideable size. Sage enjoyed taking out her pet in this way. After all, how many gals were lucky enough to ride a prehistoric beast like a common horse? Pyra was something to be beheld and boasted. She was sheerly deadly, and utterly fierce. This pet struck into hearts an awe-inspiring kind of fear. This beast was perfect.

Sage slid onto the saddle and took the reins. With an excited chuckle, she released Pyra’s bindings. The Dakotaraptor instantly shot from the metal stable and into the neighboring park. Pyra raced between the feet of a Caradantasaurus, which was scouring the the field for prey. Had Sage not been on the back of Pyra, she would have stopped to admire Spike.

But the thrill of speed filled her senses, distracting her from other thoughts. Pyra gave a snort and put in a burst of speed, while maneuvering through the sparse trees in the park. Sage gave a cheer, as though riding a rollercoaster.

This was what it was like to be a dinosaur.

[silverstream~~~]

Scott Rogers- 25- Single- Location: old training arena- Tagged: Open

“Adara, come on!” Scott snapped, circling around the outer edge of the small arena his largest dinosaur circled in, her eyes gleaming as the large female spinosaurus followed him, the paddock almost too small for her to be considered graceful or quick. Never the less, she was still keeping him on his toes. As soon as her racing saddle(never used) had been on without trouble, and the protective muzzle off, she’d spun around, narrowly missing Scott as he rolled under the large metal rung of the arena. Scott stopped his pacing, standing still as she pressed her muzzle against the rungs in an attempt to reach him.

Circling around again, her tail whipping in frustration at her game failing, Adara whirled on Scott, letting out an angry roar before settling down low on the ground with a sigh, her eyes watching Scott as he slipped back into the enclosure, heavy racing bridle in hand. Adara raised her head slightly to smell the metal and leather, growling lowly when it settled over her nose. Scott held his breath. She’d never let him this close to testing her on a track and his funds were running low. The next race was their last chance to prove that ex fighters could be rehabilitated and make enough money to keep him, Adara, and Kainan, his quiet raptor resting peacefully in the trailer outside, alive for the next couple of months. Kainan stood no chance at racing, Adara was their last hope.

He clasped the bridle tightly around her snout, jerking when she snorted, lifting her head suddenly and stretching her neck restlessly. He eyes the saddle, questioning whether or not to push her further. His decision was split second when she gathered her legs beneath her and he jumped upwards to grip the leather and pull himself into the seat. As his weight settled, Adara jerked backwards, resisting the guidance of the bridal with a roar of displeasure.

She twisted around to look at him, and he realized her patience was running out. He stretched in his seat for the rope he’d rigged to open the gate with a pull, releasing her onto an old track and pulled as hard as he could. Adaras attention snapped to the sunlight filtering in and she rushed forward, clipping the gate as it lifted and almost knocking Scott off in the process. Unbalanced but used to riding, Scott tightened his hold on her as she took off across the dirt track, her head low and streamlined.

As she ran without trouble, Scott let his guard down, relaxing into the feeling of her muscles working beneath him. Elation filled him as he realized they might be able to pull this off and his concentration wavered. That was all it took. Without warning, Adara veered on the track, her eyes locked onto a gap in the electric fence, the exact reason the track wasn’t in use.

[jellyphants]

i guess i have no owner so oof ima stray dino

TIGER |LOCATION: ALLEYWAY | TAGS: NONE
Tiger prowled the streets, tortoiseshell feathers barely visible in the dappled, cloudly moonlight. Living in alleys and having to earn food had made him savage and reckless, attacking even humans for food. With a well-timed leap as if pouncing on prey, Tiger knocked a dustbin down. His cold, yellow eyes watched a raccoon as it squealed and sprinted out of the fallen bin, but there was no need to chase- the metallic cylinder held a richer quarry. Checking for possible enemies, he tucked in, sharp jaws easily tearing bags as he searched for something edible.