This is actually an experiment story. I wrote this chapter about over a year ago, last August and, well... If you want to read more of it I will continue... It is kinda a Tarzan story but not based on the Disney Tarzan. Its going to be serious. Like SURVIVAL serious...most of the time. Rating may go up though...

Character pronunciation:

Saéla - Sa-eh-la

Tarka - Tar-ka

Zealo - Zea-lo

Karba - Kar-ba

Mélan - May-lan

Fíora - Fee-ore-a

Alára - A-law-ra

Cénan - Kay-nan

Chapter one -

In the forests of an island called Isle Sorna a female velociraptor, Saéla, stopped where she was, hearing the cries of a creature she had never heard before.

Saéla and two of her brothers, Tarka and Zealo, had gone off to hunt and had decided to split up and call to each other when they had found something.

Saéla turned her head south, towards the coast, where the sound of the creature seemed to be. The sound was quite alien to her because she had heard the cries of many dinosaurs, including sea dinosaurs, and had never in her two years of life had she ever heard the cries of this one.

The strange creature continued its cries and, Saéla, knew that if it didn't stay quiet, it would grab more attention than it already had, because out of curiosity, she started to head in the direction it was coming from.

She made her way through the forest until she was coming close to the its borders and onto the beach when she heard her name being called to her right and looked to see Tarka and Zealo coming over to her.

"You two heard too, huh?" she said and they both nodded.

"Any idea on what it might be?" Zealo asked her, turning his head to look in the direction of the cries were coming from.

Saéla shook her head from side to side. "How come you guys didn't call me when you heard it?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at them, somewhat afraid that they would have killed it before she would get the chance to see what it was like.

"I was about to ask you the exact same question," Tarka replied.

Saéla' frown disappeared. "Well... I guess I wanted to find out what it actually was first before having to kill it," she answered, somewhat lamely. She knew it was in their nature to kill when they saw food, but she always liked to find out what their prey was like before having to do what was needed to be done. "Sorry..."

"Hey, we're curious too, Saéla," Tarka said, brushing the apology off.

"Yeah, no biggie," Zealo said, looking back at her.

"Thanks, guys," she said, and turned her back in the direction of the coast. "Come on then. Let's find out what this thing is."

The three raptors stood just inside the borders of the trees, seeing something large and white at the water's edge and it appeared to be where the sound was coming from.

Saéla was confused. Was this the dinosaur? It was hard to believe that a cry that small was coming from something fairly big. She also felt some pity for the creature, because it was likely to die on the shore, but the strangest thing about it though, was that it wasn't moving and she couldn't even see its head on either side and wondered if they were staring at the back of it.

"Wonder what it is," Zealo said thoughtfully, beside his sister. "Want to get closer?"

"Let's," Saéla said, wanting to find out more about this creature as her brothers did. "But be ready for anything, just encase."

"Who put you in charge?" Tarka teased, but she wasn't in the mood for it. She was more interested in the mysterious creature.

"Just do it," she said to him.

"Got it," he replied.

They made their way out onto the beach and approached the huge white creature warily. Saéla, had now expected some kind of movement as they grew closer but it didn't make any and the cries continued as they were. 'Odd,' she thought, still perplexed with this dinosaur and was even more so when she didn't get a sense of smell from it, though the water might have something to with that, but she remembered getting one from other sea dinosaurs.

When they were right in front of it, they stopped and stared in curiosity. They could hear the cries of the creature they had heard, but they appeared to be coming from inside from whatever this white dinosaur was. Tarka was the first to bring his head forward and sniffed it, then tilted head and put his snout against it, but then pulled it back.

"Well?" Saéla and Zealo asked their brother in unison.

"Can't get a scent off of it and this thing...is as hard as a rock," he told them.

Saéla, looked from her brother back to the strange creature and put her head against it and it was true. It did feel like a rock. Out of the corner of her right eye, she saw Zealo at the side of the strange dinosaur and turned her head to look at him. "Zealo?" she questioned and he looked towards her and Tarka.

"The cries sound a lot clearer over here," he told them and Saéla and Tarka came over and they did sound a lot clearer and Saéla wondered why the strange creature didn't have much of a body. Zealo, began to move forward, down the side of the creature, Saéla and Tarka right behind him, the sea water crashing into their feet as it whooshed in and out onto the sand.

Saéla noticed how shrill the cries were as they got closer to end of the creature and when she and the others turned, she expected to see the creatures head, but there wasn't one, and instead they were able to look inside of the strange creature and it had a lot of water inside it, but there wasn't any guts or anything like that, but instead there were other things that neither of them had never seen before.

"Something tells me that this isn't a living thing," Tarka said to his siblings taking a step back into the water to take it in fully.

Saéla continued inside, the water reaching up to her ankles, and made her way towards one of the strange things inside whatever this thing was as it was where the loud cries of the creature that they had come seeking was coming from and peered down at the creature that was inside inside it and saw that the object was cradling it.

The creature was small and Saéla thought that it must have been a youngling. It was unusual to other dinosaurs she had seen. Its flesh was different and the only way she could describe it was that it was a light colour, apart from the two crimson like pieces of flesh it had on the upper part of its navel and the white that it had below it, surrounding its pelvis, and it hadn't a tail,which was, again, strange and it continued as it also had some black fur at the top of its head which was too, unusual. Its scent was also was quiet odd, but it was nice.

The baby dinosaur suddenly stopped its cries as it looked up at her and, Saéla, could make out curiosity on its wet face, and she saw how different the pupils of its eyes were. They were round and weren't slits like theirs were, and the colour of its eyes... Instead of green, red or yellow, this ones eye colour was different. Almost like the colour of the sky.

Saéla' brothers peered over the object that was cradling the light coloured creature. Tarka tilted his head as he stared down at it. Zealo, however, lowered his head to it and Saéla kept her eyes firmly on the actions of his mouth and it was a strange feeling to for her, because she was afraid he was going to snap at it and she didn't want him too and she wondered why she felt like that. Her brother, however, only sniffed the little creature and it cooed, the noise strange, as reached its two small arms up to his snout, touching it, but then he pulled away from the creature and it tried to reach up after him with its tiny arms, cooing.

"It smells...funny," he said. "Something like...Hadrosaur' or even Compsognathus', I think anyway." Saéla tensed at that. He loved the taste of Hadrosaurs. Tarka seemed to sense her action and looked at her queerly. "You, alright?" he asked her.

"Yes. I'm fine," she replied, taking her red eyes from Zealo and back to the young creature. She then lowered her own head down to it as it continued to reach up after Zealo, and it sited its tiny hands onto the tip of her own snout. Its touch was cold, but she marveled of the softness the flesh on its fingers were and noticed then and there that it didn't really seem have any claws on the tips of them. If they were, then they didn't look like they'd be able to be used for defense against any predators. The creature cooed again as it gazed up at her with its sky-blue coloured eyes and she knew that it was a happy sound and she couldn't help but purr, feeling somewhat affectionate for the small dinosaur even though it wasn't there kind.

She wondered how it had gotten here and how it had gotten inside the big lifeless thing, whatever it was, and also wondered where its mother and herd or pack was, because it was the first time she and her brothers had ever seen this kind of thing. She frowned at the fact that its mother had left it here all by its self without any means for it to defend itself. It was like they were practically leaving it here for Tyrannosaurus or something else to gobble it up. No wonder it was crying.

Eventually she pulled her head away from the small dinosaur staring fondly down at it, until she saw out of the corner of her left eye that both of her brothers were staring at her and looked to see that they were looking at her weirdly and she realised how strange her behavior was.

"You sure your alright, Saéla?" Tarka asked her.

Saéla looked back down at the little creature, continuing to coo in the strange thing cradling it and she felt a need to feel its touch on her snoutagain. "I...I don't know," she replied, unsure of why she was acting like this. Zealo, however, turned his head to look back down at the dinosaur.

"So...which part of the body do you two want?" he asked.

Saéla shot him a fierce look and snarled savagely, startling both her brothers and the little creature, because it started crying again. Saéla looked back down at the baby creature, concerned, and lowered her head again, nuzzling it in its mid section and when it had calmed down she looked back up at her brothers both looking tense, as if expecting an attack.

"Ok, what in triceraton is wrong with you?" Zealo asked heatedly. "You spend a few moments with this thing and then you start...mothering it? News flash, Saéla, it's not your young and it's certainly not our kind!"

"I know," she said sorrowfully. She regretted snarling at him, but she didn't want him to eat the baby dinosaur. "I...I just don't want it to be killed," she told them sadly, looking back down at the little creature.

"Saéla, it's the same as what we do to a baby Brachiosaurus, Sauropod or even a Hadrosaur," Tarka told her.

"How would you feel if that was you that was about to be eaten?" she snapped at him. She had never enjoyed feasting on the young. Yes they were easier to prey upon, as well as the old, but she hated the fact that they hadn't a chance to actually live and she hated that. "Would you like to be killed before you had a chance to...enjoy life?" I asked both of them.

"Saéla, food is food, meat, which is right in front of us. If its parents wanted their young to live, it would be with them and not here for it to be picked off," Zealo said to her.

Saéla knew that what he said made sense. It was the food chain for them after all and the small being was part of it. It was alone, or in this case, abandoned, with no means of fending for its self so the kill would be easy. Their sharp teeth would cut through its flesh no problem, the same for their claws on their hands and feet for cutting below its midsection, allowing its small organs to spill out. Saéla discarded the thoughts immediately, feeling disgusted with herself of doing that to the baby dinosaur.

"I'll take care of it then," she said, her growls defiant to tell her brothers tat she was serious.

"What?" they said in unison.

"You heard me."

"Ok, sis–" Tarka began exasperated, but Saéla cut him off.

"I don't care what you guys are going say to me. I'm going to take care of it," she told them firmly.

"With what?" Zealo asked. "You don't even know if it's a meat eater and you're going to have a hard time feeding it since its mouth isn't exactly big enough for yours.

"I'll figure it out," Saéla cut across him.

"And what about mother," Tarka asked me. "Because there is no way she is going to be pleased about this."

Saéla was now worried. Their mother, Mélan, the Alpha of the pack, would definitely not be happy with her, but she wouldn't know until she found out for herself. She was after all open minded and that was a good thing, but if she wasn't about this... Saéla let out a weak growl, looking at her brothers nervously, wondering if they'd help her.

"Um...guys?" she asked frailly.

"Oh, no!" Zealo said. "No way! Not. Happening."

"Zealo, you know that favour you owe from when I saved your butt from that Carnotaur?" Saéla reminded him, hurriedly. Zealo groaned.

"Saéla, you ask too much," he said.

"Please," she persisted. "Just this one thing and we're square." Her brother groaned again, but then he sighed.

"Fine... I'll help you with this. Just this."

Saéla looked to her other brother. Tarka didn't owe her anything but I still hoped he would help. He then sighed. "Ok," he said exasperatedly. "You're crazy though. Zealo' crazy. I'm crazy. We're all crazy! We're taking our food home not to eat. Who would've thought it..."

"He is not food," Saéla told him crossly.

"Ok, sorry. And how do you know it's a he?"

Saéla thought for a moment. Come to think of it she hadn't seen anything to clarify the baby creature's sex. She looked down at the youngling, studying it, focusing in on between its legs and to her greatest surprise, saw that it didn't have a cloaca. All the dinosaurs genitalia were located there, but by the look of this creature this ones didn't, but after several looking she couldn't find any, but then she started studying the whiteness more closely and it seemed like the thing had been put on the creature. She lowered her head to the top of the whiteness, as the cooing baby put its arms on her nose, and opened her mouth slowly, taking care that her teeth weren't near the babies flesh, and bit into the whiteness and pulled and it came back, bringing the baby up into air while doing so, and it sagged with the weight, giggling in the air.

"Well that's not part of it," Saéla said, once she put the baby back down in the small thing and wondering why it was on the infant. What purpose did it have?

"You're not going to take it off it to find out what it is?" Zealo asked curiously.

"I'd only be putting my teeth in its flesh if I'd be taking it off now," she pointed out. "It's soft so there so I won't be hurting it."

Tarka nodded in agreement. "Smart."

"Ok, so, we might as well get this over with...?" Zealo said with a sigh.

"We'll stop half way and you and I will continue on to mother and tell her what's happened," Saéla explained to him and then looked at Tarka. "Um...can you mind it while we're gone?" she asked him.

"What if we're engaged by higher predators?" he asked.

Saéla hesitated for moment, afraid for her brother and the little youngling. Tyrannosaur's did pass through their territory on rare occasions. In their pack they could almost take one down, but it was fairly rare. "Come home the moment you get their scent," she told him.

It was a good few moments when Saéla got the baby creature to turn on its back and lifted the baby from the back, of the thing on it, into her mouth and as it cooed the three raptors left huge thing that was filled with water.

As Saéla carried the young she again wondered what their mother would think of it when she told her about it. Would she see it only as food? She hoped not. When they were getting close to the nests, Saéla made her way over to a tree and lowered the baby to the earth and it rolled onto its back to look up at her, letting out its small noises as she brought her head back up. She stared down at it for a moment then lowered her head back down and nuzzled it and it cooed happily. When she was finished she looked at Tarka and he came over and she looked back at the creature. "I'll be back," she growled softly and then looked at Zealo. "Let's go."

It wasn't long until they were at the nests that ranged seven-teen of their pack and it was quiet a large number compared to others. Their parents formed an alliance with another pack and from there it led to the amount that it now currently had. Their mother looked to be babysitting their cousin, Fíora, two younglings, Alára and Cénan who were playing with one another as they both arrived.

"You've returned," she said happily, once she noticed them coming towards her and the two younglings, but she tilted her head, curiosity present on her face. "Where's Tarka?" Zealo looked at his sister and Saéla was thinking on what to say. "What has happened?" her mother asked, becoming serious.

"Nothing," she said quickly. "Well, something has happened, but, Tarka, is fine, nothing has happened to him," she continued in a rush. Their mother studied both of them and Saéla noticed how dry her mouth was and she wished she had thought on what she was going to say to her instead of worrying about her gobbling up the young dinosaur. "We heard something down at the beach," Zealo told her slowly, his eyes on his sister and she was somewhat glad that he had started on telling her what had happened.

"What was it?" their mother asked them, alert mode in her tone.

"A...a baby dinosaur," she answered, her growls low. Their mother stared at her, her face unreadable and Saéla continued hurriedly. "We heard its cries and made out way down to the beach and found something big that it was in, it was full of water and the small creature was in something so we took it out of it." Saéla paused for air and noticed that her niece and nephew had stopped playing with one another to listen in on their conversation and wanted to scold them for doing so, but didn't want to look away from her mother.

"And what kind is it?" she asked them, her tone unable to read either.

"We...don't know," Saéla said. "It was the first time we had seen one."

"Describe the creature," their mother told them.

"Mostly light coloured flesh with...some black fur on its head," Saéla answered her mother cautiously

Their mother narrowed her eyes.

"Human," came a growl behind Saéla and Zealo and they turned around to see Karba, their packs best fighter and Saéla wondered how long he had been there listening to them.

"Human?" Zealo asked, looking from him to their mother.

"Yes," Karba said tartly. "We encountered a few before, taking Saéla and Tarka before you were even hatchlings."

Saéla stared at him in surprise before turning to their mother and wondered why they had never been told this.

"Wait, Saéla and Tarka were taken by humans when they were still in their eggs?" Zealo asked her, astonished of what he and his sister had learned.

"Yes," their mother told them. "We spent a while trying to track the two of them down, and when we did find them, they gave both of you back to us. But we were forced to leave them and not kill, because they called for help from their pack and a vast number of them came. We were out matched and it would have been suicide to have engaged them and is why the two packs were forged together. They can be dangerous creatures at times with...loud things but are very weak."

"So the young parasite will die easily," Karba sneered.

"No!" Saéla cried, looking from Karba to her mother. "Mother, it's just a baby. It had nothing to do with the ones that had taken me and Tarka when we were growing in those eggs," She said, defending the baby human.

"Saéla, you don't know how dangerous these things can be," Karba told her hotly. "Did you think that if you came back here and spoke to your mother about it that you'd be able to keep it as a pet?"

"No!" Saéla snapped at him viciously. "Not as a pet."

Karba's eyes widened and Saéla saw that he knew what she really wanted. "Oh, triceraton!" he cursed and looked at her mother and she did the same. Her eyes were still narrowed to slits and then looked at Zealo.

"You and Tarka went along with this," she asked him.

"Not at first," he admitted. "We did try to talk her out of it, but she did save me from that Carnotaur so that's why I'm standing by her and...the little human wasn't so bad. Strange, but it just needs some getting used too."

"And Tarka," she then asked.

"Assisting out of his own will I guess," he told her.

Their mother looked at her daughter and, Saéla, saw that she was hesitant on what to do. "The humans with Tarka?" she asked her.

"Yes" she answered her. "Mother, I'd be prepared to take full responsibility for the human."

"Saéla, this human could endanger all of us," Karba said to her. "Are you prepared to put all of us at risk for this...this thing?"

Saéla looked down at her feet. The truth was...she was prepared.

"Saéla," her mother said softly, and she looked slowly up at her. She let out a sigh, shaking her head. "You may raise it," she then said.

"Mélan," Karba said steadily, objectionably and Saéla knew that he was entering dangerous territory of going against his Alpha's decision.

"Karba, I know how you feel about this, as well as what the others might, but we will see how this plays out," she told him. A gust of air escaped his snout indicating that he still didn't like it, but didn't say anything else.

After their mother had spoken to the pack of what was happening, a few not liking the idea of a human in their pack, she was escorted by Saéla and Zealo to where Tarka was looking after the young human.

"Is it male or female?" Their mother then asked as they moved.

"I'm...not too sure," Saéla replied. "We were unable to tell... There's something around its pelvis that's not letting us see. I didn't take it away because it allowed me to pick it up the human."

Her mother tilted her head in curiosity. "We'll have to find out sometime," she said. "After we find out another way to carry it," she added.

As they drew near to, Tarka, and the baby human's location, Saéla did wonder on how she was going to carry the youngling around once the strange thing was gone. Every part of its body was flesh and knew that she wouldn't be able to do what she did with the thing that was on it. She'd be likely to severely hurt it if she did so.

Just then she came out of her thoughts at the sound of chuckling growls from ahead of her and focused her eyes to see Tarka from up ahead, and waving the tip of his tail back and forth to entertain the human reaching its hands up to try and catch it and was pleased with what he'd said. Maybe he'd like to help her look after it. Maybe.

"You know, you're not exactly that bad," she heard him say as they approached, but then he stopped his waving and tensed and turned his head in our direction and seeing that it was us he relaxed but she could see that it wasn't so much when he looked towards mother.

"Hello, Tarka," she said evenly.

"Mother," he replied in the same tone and looked back down at the baby human before looking at her again and stepping away, his full attention, and her two other children, on her now as she stood over the baby human, looking down at it as the human had one of its hands in its mouth.

Saéla, hated not being much closer to the youngling and couldn't help but think that mother would go back on her word and snap at it and kill it, but if she had, she would have fought her. She didn't think she'd win but she give it with all she had.

She didn't know why she had these strong feelings for the human infant from when she had seen it in the huge strange thing that was at the coast but she liked them, and more, she liked the little human for its beauty.

Their mother lowered her head down to the top of its head and sniffed the fur it had. She brought her head down to the little arm with the hand it had in its mouth as it reached up at her neck with the other and she trailed her snout along its flesh, making Saéla nervous. She then pulled her head back up tilting her head down at it.

"It is smaller than I thought it would be," she finally said.

"What do you mean?" Tarka asked her.

Saéla filled him in on how when both of them had been eggs, they were taken by a few of its kind.

"That's...new," he said, perplexed that that had happened to him and his sister.

"I have seen one of their young before but never saw one of them this small," their mother continued. "And it makes me wonder that these humans take many seasons to grow and not months compared to us," she told them.

"So...we're talking many seasons here?" Zealo asked sceptically.

"Give or take."

Saéla was marvelled at how long it took to grow. Its life span must have been quite large if it took that long to grow. Nevertheless she was determined to care for it and see it grow. She wasn't prepared to let something bad happen to it.

"I'll still care for it, mother, Even if it does take long years for it to grow."

Tarka looked in her direction.

"I didn't say anything that would deter you from it," she said, turning her head to her. "I was thinking on how much dedication we will need if we look after it," she said with a smile.

Saéla blinked. "We?" she asked silently.

"If you are willing to let me help you care for it of course," she said.

"Ah, of course," she said ecstatically, glad that she she'd like to help it grow.

"I'd like to do help," Tarka said to her hopefully and she beamed at him and out of curiosity she looked at Zealo.

"Yeah, I'll help out too," he said with a merry growl. "Just so long as I eat beforehand," he joked.

Saéla, walked over to her mother and nuzzled her from underneath her chin with her head. "Thanks mother," she said, glad that she was allowed to raise the human baby and she looked down at it from underneath her mother's jaw.

"You're welcome," she said fondly.

"What do you think you're going to call it?" Zealo then asked her as he and Tarka came forward, looking down at the human infant.

"I...don't know," Saéla admitted.

"We're not exactly going to be able to give it a name without knowing if it's male or female first," Tarka pointed out.

Saéla came out from under her mother and went back to thinking on how she was bring the child around with her once that white thing was off, and Zealo brought it up once Tarka had said it.

"What about if you got it to climb onto your back," Zealo suggested.

"How would she manage to get it to do that and not to fall off?" their mother asked him.

"It could hang onto the end of her tail and lift it up onto her back," Zealo explained. "And it could wrap its little arms around her neck," he continued.

"It has tiny arms, Zealo. Not big ones," Saéla pointed out to him, but she flexed her tail out of curiosity to see if she could indeed reach it up to the side of her back. Just about, but it wouldn't be prudent for the baby human.

"Hey, it was just an idea," he defended.

"The idea would prove most helpful as it grows however," Her mother told her.

Saéla thought hard. What was she going to do to carry her human around, because nothing came to her head once that thing – whatever it was – was gone. She growled in frustration with herself. She was going to look after it and she couldn't think of one thing on how she was going to carry it around.

"Saéla, calm yourself," her mother told her softly. "It is of a different species to what we are used to caring for," she explained. "The idea will come to us in time. For now however, let us take it back to the nests."

Saéla looked down at the baby human and then back to her mother, growling reluctantly but agreed and she picked it up by the back of the white thing on it, hoping that something would come to her soon.

End of Chapter one.

Well, there's chapter one... Introduction to characters mainly except the baby. Gender will be revealed next chapter since I didn't give that away and I think that's better if you think about it. Makes you want to learn more and click 'next chapter' if you want me to continue this story, though I would do it from the humans prospective from now on. I hope that's OK with yea.

Reviews would be nice :)