[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.
They also do not have very modern-like objects, like glasses, hats, swords, etc


This dinosaur is quite a spitfire! Good luck getting ahold of this wild beast!

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


Bonus: Feel free to decorate your form with pictures, fun text, colors, art, or stories!

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Your Username:
Dino's Name:
Dino's Gender:
Your Rider's Name: (create a human "character" who will capture, train, and ride this dinosaur)
Your Rider's Tribe: (list on front page)
Do you plan to train this dino? (info on front page)


[frostt.]

Your Username:
Dino's Name:
Dino's Gender:
Your Rider's Name: (create a human "character" who will capture, train, and ride this dinosaur)
Your Rider's Tribe: (list on front page)
Do you plan to train this dino? (info on front page)

Reserve! This dino is amazing!

[iWonder]

Reserve.
I will try my best

[AirAngel]

RSERVEEEEEEEEEED <<<<<3

Your Username:
AirAngel

Dino's Name:
Blazar (pronounced Blaze-ahr, not blah-zahr x3)

Blazars are a very compact quasar (quasi-stellar radio source; these are extremely luminous beams of electromagnetic energy in outer space that are powered by a black hole.) associated with a presumed super massive black hole at the center of an active, giant elliptical galaxy. A blazar is essentially the same thing as a quasar, except that a blazar is FOCUSED energy, making it so much more powerful.

Dino's Gender:
Male. An unruly, young male c:

Your Rider's Name:
Alisha

Alisha is a patient, kind, 15-year-old girl. She has wavy, elbow-length hair that is quite close to the color of milk-chocolate, her eyes are the color of her own tribe, cobalt, and she is rather tanned. Alisha enjoys writing stories and being with young people, and knows "how to get into" someone's mind. She understands people and dinosaurs alike, and she's more inclined to be peaceful than to fight. She has a lousy aim with a bow and spear, and really her own forte in battle is a sword- which doesn't really help her very much on top of a dinosaur.
Alisha would rather not be told what to do and how to do it. She has very good leadership skills, and she doesn't like it when people tell her things that she already knows. Alisha is very talented at stopping fights and arguments, as well as mending broken connections. People find it very hard to dislike her, so she's quite
popular in the tribe.
Alisha would rather speak in actions than words. Oftentimes she's tongue-tied, so she's not the best at talking. Normally, rather than saying hello, she'll simply nod her head with a smile. Alisha believes that words are more used to deceive than be truthful.
Alisha will protect her loved ones with her life. She may love peace, but she'll get deadly quickly when someone threatens her and her tribe.

Your Rider's Tribe:
Mat'era.

Do you plan to train this dino?
Really now? A spitfire of a dinosaur and a patient, gentle girl, and you expect me to NOT write about this? Silly, silly omniscient dinosaur creator.

First Impression:

Alisha stepped quietly through the expansive grassland. Wind whispered through the grass, and bugs droned in the background. Every now and then, Alisha stopped to pluck berries from bushels and placed them in a woven basket. The sun was shining bright, the temperature was perfect, and big, fluffy clouds flowed across the sky. Everything was peaceful....
A roar shattered the silence. Alisha started, jumping off to the side and spilling half of the contents within the bowl. Her heart pounding, she turned a full circle, peering into the distance, far enough even to see the hills of Mat'junea. She did not see anything, until she turned again, slower this time. Something stood out from the tall yellow grass- a fuzzy, distant splash of silver and blue. A wild bernikesaur! Her heartbeat jumped into overdrive, joy rising through her. Her eyes bright, she began to run, faster and faster towards it.
As she approached a mile from it, she watched as he turned to her, screeching a high-pitched noise- though she saw, which most wouldn't, that there was little anger in him, just high energy and independence. Rather than his head tipped down, glaring at her like an angry dinosaur would, his head was high, and even from this distance, his eyes were wide open and lively. His tail was raised up at a 45* angle, rather than straight out and lashing, as an aggressive one's would. Most would mistake him as a vicious beast- she saw a young creature, just reaching adulthood, full of fiery spirit and joy.
Immediately, she felt a rush of love for this creature, so strong it felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. They watched each other, both pairs of eyes curious and interested, though the dinosaur's were more... Electrified. She saw his stance change, and as she remembered the riders' training, with bernikesaurs launching off at a run from a dead standstill, she realized that he was copying this position exactly.

He was about to charge.

Though she knew it was more in spirit than malevolence, Alisha could easily tell that he would hurt her if she didn't find cover- after all, simply backing off would do no good when he was only interested in the "mock" attack, not in protecting his territory.
Her eyes began to flick around, searching. Where? Where? Where? she thought, becoming frantic as she saw the dinosaur approaching her, a mile in between them, at a lazy run. A tree! It was directly behind her, perhaps thirty meters. Alisha fought the desperate urge to turn tail and flee, knowing it would only encourage the young Bernikesaur to move faster. She kept herself facing the dinosaur and backpedaled, heading towards the tree that might protect her- somewhat.
Her eyes were locked with his, her heart quaking. It couldn't really be quite explained as fear- but it was much more than anxiety or nervousness. He was within a quarter of a mile of Alisha when she felt the rough bark on the palms of her hands.
Immediately, she turned her back to the dinosaur, pushing herself up as fast as she could on branches that were terrifyingly thin. Soon, she was thirty feet up, on the last safe, reachable fork in the tree. The Bernikesaur stopped directly below Alisha, looking up at her. His eyes were, even more obviously now, filled with mischief and fiery energy.
Her heart pounded, blood roaring in her ears as she panted, looking down at the dinosaur's head that was stretched as far as it could go. It was no more than five feet from her dangling feet. His tail lashed- not in anger, but with a purpose. Smashing the branches below her, leaving her stranded. Unless, of course, she wanted to break her legs on impact.
"No," Alisha moaned, looking at the drop. The Bernikesaur's eyes looked at hers, and her legs turned to jelly. They were a gleaming silver, burning bright with an almost ha ha, now you're stuuuuck! look in them- as though he was a young child.
"Buddy... why'd you do that? I never tried to hurt you. Let me come down," Alisha pleaded.
The dinosaur tipped his head, curious at the sound of her voice. The mischievous look in his eyes calmed just slightly, giving him more of a mopy, annoyed look- probably mad she wasn't screeching in fear.
He intended to do something about that. Alisha watched as his taloned foot came up, pushing against the tree- which creaked and groaned.

Starting to tip over.



If I get this gorgeous fellow, I'll continue the story!

[saphira455]

Your Username:Saphira455

Dino's Name: Temptaui; means 'Untameable'

Dino's Gender: Female

Your Rider's Name: Dralka Ignis; Ignis means flame.

Random Info: I love Latin, Art, Bow and Arrow and also Swords. You would usually find me with a bow in my hand and arrows strapped to my back next to a sword.

Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'iri

Do you plan to train this dino?
Yes, I would find in this quite long and fairly in depth written stories for my character's and Temptaui's bond to deepen.

Sighting?: Fwoosh! Everything is on fire! Gotta... huh? What is that? *Gasp* There is a Bernikesaur in the fire, I gotta save him/her! *Finally reaches the surprisingly calm Bernikesaur* "Eh? You seem to have flames on you! You are so pretty, may I come closer?" *Gains a nod from the mysterious Dino* "You seem... Untamable, so i'll call you Temptaui." As soon as i utter the last syllable of the latin word, she lunges. "Ahh!!" I scream as I wait for the expected to hear a crunch of bones, instead I felt a thud and realize that it was a dream... At least I think it was. For the rest of the night I tried to convince myself it was a dream and to not get my hopes up, All the while a pair of darkly gleaming eyes protectively watch from the shadows outside my room.

P.S. Enjoy, have Fun, and Good Luck on getting this Bernikesaur.

[G1 Sunstreaker]

Your Username:
Dino's Name:
Dino's Gender:
Your Rider's Name: (create a human "character" who will capture, train, and ride this dinosaur)
Your Rider's Tribe: (list on front page)
Do you plan to train this dino? (info on front page)

The thumbnail didn't really interest me, but the longer I stare the more addicted I get. So. Much. Want. RESERRRVE-

[laf]

asdfghjkl reserve.

[Immortalkitten]

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

Username:
Immortalkitten

Dino's Name:
Iratus.
Iratus is Latin for anger. Since this Bernikesaur has a temper, the name Iratus suits him nicely.

Dino's Gender
He's a male! His colors are bit dull; not very bright, which make me think of him as a male!

Rider's Name:
Toril. It means temper in Latin.
Toril is a strong, quick-tempered, 15-year-old boy with medium-length black hair. He has dark brown eyes and quite a few scars, mostly from fights with other boys. His mother died shortly after he was born and his father disappeared when he was 12. No one will tell him where his father went, nor how or why his mother died, making him angry at anyone and everyone. He has an older sister who takes care of him, but she is too busy to give him attention. He spends most of his time alone at the edges of the Mat'onit border, where his sister tells him not to go, trying to figure out his past. Toril often sneaks out at night and stays up late, making him tired and cranky in the morning. He is determined to train a Bernikesaur, thinking that he will be respected if he does.

Rider's Tribe:
Mat'onit.

Will you train the dino?
Yes! If someone thinks that I won't train him, I'll drag them off to see a psychiatrist! They must be crazy!

First Impression:
Toril walked quickly along the border of the Mat'onit territory, looking back to make sure no one was following. Finally, he stopped under a small, windswept tree and plopped down, leaning back against it. He stared across the windswept plateau, thinking. As he turned his head, a large, black and blue creature ran across the sandy ground. A Bernikesaur! Toril thought excitedly. If I could train one of those, maybe people would respect me! He got up and ran after it. Soon, it stopped to rest and he caught up. It stopped and whirled around as Toril approached. He stepped back, fear shooting through him. He pushed the feeling away, telling himself that he had to catch it. I might not have another chance! I was lucky to find this one so easily! He slowly took a step towards it, then stopped as it growled. Toril took a breath. The Bernikesaur lashed its tail angrily. Taking a step back, Toril realized that the dinosaur had a temper. Just like me. he thought. What would I do if I were him? If someone was bothering me, I'd want them to leave me alone, or I'd get really mad. Toril stepped back a few paces to give the Bernikesaur some space. It growled again and tossed its head in the air. I'm in his territory. He sees me as a threat. Toril thought, walking away. I know I'll find him again. Toril looked up and quickened his pace and said, with a note of certainty in his voice, "I will find him again."

[carmineflyer]

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The fire doesn't burn me anymore. It just fuels me and makes me stronger.

Your Username:
PFDB123

Dino's Name:
Fachanan

Walking towards the dino in the distance, I wonder if this is a mistake. If it is, this will be the last act of my life. This dino is hostile, snapping and clawing at all that approach her, and she will be a challenge. Fachanan... A name meaning both "challenge" and "one who is hostile." I've never believed in "true names," but I wonder if I have just found that name that truly belongs to this dino.

Dino's Gender:
Fachanan is a female with a fighting spirit.

Your Rider's Name:
Tanwen

Her name means "little fire."
Tanwen has never had anything come easy to her. She fights for everything she has. Her parents cast her out of their household as soon as she could talk, they had far too many kids to support. Tanwen doesn't grieve over this, rather, this hardens her spirit and makes her stronger. She had no aversion to stealing to survive, and she won't hesitate to fight you to hold her ground. If you prove trustworthy to her, you will find a friend that will always look out for you.

Your Rider's Tribe:
Tanwen hails from the Mat'huen.

Do you plan to train this dino?
Of course! I love writing stories, and I would love to devolp both Fachanan's and Tanwen's personalities as they train.

Story:
(mild blood warning)
Tanwen slipped into the crowds milling around the performers. People wealthy enough to go see the performers usually had items of interest in their pockets, normally things to trade that could help Tanwen live another day. Her hand slipped into a few pockets, and finally drew out a drawstring pouch. Moving out of the crowd and into the trees, she rifled through the pouch, drawing out a few tradeble items, but nothing too good. But looking through the items, she found three things; one herb, copper, and a ribbon, about what was needed for a ticket to see the performers. Staring at these items, a moment of childish need came over Tanwen, she had never gone to anything fun in her life before, unless you counted the time she ran across the rooftops to escape an angry previous owner of the items she had been carrying and their dino. She tried to talk herself out of it, telling herself that the herbs would been needed if she fell ill, the cloth to patch up her holey shoes, the copper, a valuable trading asset. But then her other side told her that there where other herbs in the bag, she had some cloth (if a little damp and moldy) and the copper was a luxury. Finally she found herself walking to the stand, telling herself; Just this once can't hurt.
Paying for her entry, she slipped inside the tent, shoving the pouch in her pocket. Standing in the crowd, she saw many valuables, but didn't want to press her luck by palming them. There would be time for that later. One of the performers stood up on the stage and the acts commenced. There was everything from dino riding, to acrobatics, to fire breathing. Tanwen was awed and amazed at each of these in turn, besides the acrobatics, as she scoffed at some of the tricks they did. Please. She had done better then that before. Tanwen doubted that the acrobats had ever jumped off the roof of a building, landed on their feet, then rolled into an ally, all while escaping the previous owner of the herbs she had been carrying. Granted, Tanwen had no idea how she had done that, but she had managed to push that fact to the back of her mind.
The final act was ready, and the ringmaster stepped out. "Ladies and gentlemen, riders all! The last act we present is possibly the most stunning and dangerous of them all! We have captured a beast so wild, none of our beastmasters have been able to tame it! But today... Our master beasttamer will attempt to train this beast... Or die in the process. Ladies and gentlemen... I present... The Spitfire!"
He moved away, reviling the ring and the beast. Once the lights had been trained on it, Tanwen felt like laughing. This was no great beast, just an ordinary dino! The crowd was laughing and booing the beast, and Tanwen felt just as insulted. She had wasted her pickings for this? A dino? One with markings like fire....
Tanwen's eyes were captured by the dino's markings, weaving through each other like the flames from the fire. Then the beasttamers whip cracked down upon the dino's head and the beast roared at him, thundering towards him, slashing the air in front of it. The man jumped out of the way, and the whip cracked down on the dino again, lashing its side. The beast screamed in pain, and thundered at the man again, only to bear the bunt of the whip. Tanwen was frozen in shock as the poor dino was whipped, again and again, until finally, it seemed it would fall. But it didn't, stilling storming the man and screaming its rages, refusing to submit. It began to take the offensive, lashing out at its tormentor, eventually throwing him back into the cage, where he lay, stunned, but as the dino stormed on him again, simply rolled out of the way and thrashed the dino on its leg, tripping it, until it lay in the same position that he had been just moments ago.
Now the bystanders were laughing at this beast, cheering the beastmaster on. Tanwen was outraged at the treatment of this beast, and acted without thinking. Storming through the crowd, pushing people out of her way until she reached the cage. The man was standing next to the dino, sneering at the fallen beast; "You aren't so tough now? Spitfire, they called you... Bah! You are nothing but weak! As I should have expected of a female."
Tanwen hadn't known she was holding a knife until that moment, when she found herself clutching it so hard, its imprint had dug into her skin. Probably palmed along the way to her cage in her fit of rage. She hissed through clenched teeth. "If you touch that dino one more time, I swear..."
She must've looked like a madwomen in her black clothes, knife in hand, hair slightly frizzed from her storm through the crowd and allowing that she hadn't washed it in forever. The crowd backed up around her, but some were cheering her, as if they thought this was part of the show. The beastmaster sneered at her; "Oh yeah? What are you going to do?"
He raised the whip at the dino again, and both Tanwen and the dino acted in unison. Tanwen snarled as if she was the dino herself, whipping the knife through the cage in a throw not normally achieved by her, towards the beastmaster, the same time the dino lunged at him. His fate was sealed, and for a moment, Tanwen felt remorse at what she had done. She was used to being wanted for being a thief, but now...
The whisper traveled through the crowd, rising into a roar. "Murderer!"
The roar became a scream as the dino attempted to rip its way through the heavy ring. Tanwen fell backwards as the dino ripped itself free, screamed its freedom and challenge towards the heavens, and turned, snarling, towards the quickly emptying crowd, fleeing the scene. The dino roared its supremacy to the skies as Tanwen slowly inched backwards, trying not to call attention to the dino that a tasty human snack was right near its feet. The dino turned to watch the people free, and Tanwen scrambled back to avoid being crushed by its feet. Scrabbling backwards on all fours, she turned to run, and hit the remnants of the cage.
"Ow!" The metal had cut though her palm, and she had cried out from the pain. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth as she felt the jolt of the dino, the sniffing nostrils, the thunder towards her. She felt the shadow rise over her head, and the warmth radiating off the dino's bulk. She heard its cry and wondered when the end would come for her. There would be no escape now...

[Penultima]

Ending in 2 days!