A ways down a nondescript dirt road, there lays a medium-sized facility composed of a cluster of simple, white-washed buildings. A wooden sign hangs over the main gate, the letters deep crimson against stained oak-- "The Rockin' H", it reads, and nothing else. It could be any ranch anywhere in the world, only this ranch is encircled by imposing double rows of heavy gauge electric fencing. Through the heavy main gate, the gravel drive continues on, eventually coming to the main building, a surprisingly welcoming wooden structure, painted white to match the other structures, with a red tin roof. There's a covered porch, and rocking chairs and a wooden swing give the area a rustic, homey feel. Bees and other insects buzz about, minding their own as they inspect the many types of flowers planted in elaborate, well-maintained beds around the edge of the building. You step out of your vehicle, feet crunching in the gravel as you step towards the building, looking around, wondering if you should call out for someone.

Nearby, there's more of the electric fencing, visitors kept away from the high-voltage hazard by an attractive, low fence made of bamboo. Within the enclosure, something coos softly, answered by a soft chirrup. You turn to look, and a moment later a Dilophosaur steps from the cover of the dense foilage, wise eyes of the purest ruby watching you intently. Head to toe, she's the deepest shade of gray, with no markings, no blemishes, and no flaws. She's followed by more, all identical in appearance, but of different ages and sizes. The pack falls silent, quietly watching you. Even the chicks are unmoving as, keen to learn from their parents, they go still, observing.

Unexpectedly, a young woman steps out of the main building, her arms full of a squirming young Sinornithosaurus.

"Oh!"

Startled by you, she nearly drops the juvenile dinosaur, who squeaks his protest until she finally gives in, setting the brightly colored little saurian on the ground. He darts behind her booted feet, staring up at you, his gaze far less judgemental than the collective stare of the crested therapods off to the side.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know we were expecting guests!"

Her voice is a thick Southern drawl, somewhat unexpected coming from the muscular, heavily tattooed woman standing in front of you. With a lopsided smirk, she extends a hand to you, running fingers of her free hand through the short-cropped mohawk she proudly sports.

"Name's 'Trekker... This here's the Rockin' H. I raise mainly Sinornithosaurs and Dilos. That over there, that's my pride and joy--Midnight Phase Dilos, I've been callin' 'em. I've been tweaking their genetics some, now that their confirmation and color's down to a science. Ain't sellin' any yet, but maybe soon. Got a few Megaraptors, too, but they don't mind nearly as well... And a pair each of Eoraptors and Bambiraptors, just to see where it goes."

Tilting her head to the side, she looks you over before scooping the juvie Sinornithosaur up off the dusty ground, absently brushing a bit of dirt from still-downy feathers.

"Y'all are free to look around, it you like...Like I said, I ain't got anything for sale yet, though... Hopefully will soon. Always looking to further the bloodline on the Dilos, though. Anyhow... This here's the main building. Fish tanks and incubators in there, along with the main office. Staircase on the side leads to my living quarters topside, I'd thank ya' not to go snooping 'round there. Dilos to your right, Sinnies off to the left, follow the signage for anything else. If you need anything, don't be scared to gimme' a shout, sugar."

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Aquatrekker-- I'm a 21 year old Mixed Martial Arts fighter who likes Transformers and Dinosaurs a bit too much. Engaged to the love of my life, and going into the US Army as an Explosive Ordnance Disposal specialist in about a year, when I'm not derping around at my side job with Starbucks Coffee, I'm either at the gym, asleep, or here. As a fairly public figure in the MMA community of two states, I'm not terribly shy online or in real life. Feel free to message me for anything--I don't bite, and I'm always willing to chat. <3

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Goals

Dilophosaurus

The Midnight Dilophosaurs are my primary focus here at the Rockin' H. I breed for color, perfection, and genetics. All Midnight Dilophosaurs of eligable age are up for private stud, though potential mates will be very carefully screened to avoid furthering genetic faults within the line. Dilos are fed primarily Meat Feast, though chicks are often given Meat and Bonemeal Mixture until they reach adult age. In the future, I plan on expanding to work with other color phases as well.