welcome to your new hell, Welcome to the Menagerie. Or as we like to call it, Dome Sweet Dome! We are an eight-year strong futuristic shapeshifter and sci-fi creature roleplay, dedicated to bringing you a world unlike any other; a world in which your character has become an experiment and must fight for survival in a domed city, cut off from the rest of the world. Choose to be any animal in your fight for survival in an artificial world built by the Keepers as they subject you to experiments beyond your control. Choose to wander the world inside the walls alone, as a Rogue, or find safety in numbers in one of the groups known as Rings. How will you survive?
60 - 65 ºF
blustery with scattered showers spotty sunshine
YEAR 2309
shift bans.
» Cougars (aka Puma, Mountain Lion, Panther)
» All Tiger Species
» All Lion Species
» All Wolf Species
» African Leopards
group bans.
none.
encouraged !
FEMALE CHARACTERS! create a RETRO or ANTHRO and get 250 CP + a free skill! read me for more info!
last updated: april 19th, 2016
Click on each Ring or Retro group image to view their ranks!
GROUP UPDATES
CARNARING
Jocelyn Edelwolfe is the new Alpha! Seija Mulviene is the new Beta, and Grey is the new Delta. Lead Hunter is now Boone Haywood, Head of Border Patrol is now Noelle Ndango!
FALLENRING
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FULSIRING
Fulsi has a standing treaty with the Nakoma, granting limited access to their fresh water.
NAKOMA TRIBE
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ANALOYA PRIDE
a while back, the Analoya suffered a suspicious poisoning of their river, luckily with few casualties; the Bellator are suspected of having taken part in it, and there are whispers that Pride leader Wanderer is talking alliance with the Nilda for access to their clean water.
BELLATOR HERD
As new leader of the Bellator, Loril has instituted some rank changes. See this thread for more information!
LAWAII FLOCK
no updates!
NILDA PACK
no updates!
CARNARING QUICK STATS
ALPHA -- Jocelyn Edelwolfe, Clouded Leopard, played by IronChild
BETA -- Seija Mulviene, Spotted Hyena, played by Seija-chan
DELTA --Grey, Mackenzie Valley Wolf, played by Kriss
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Eyes swam with violets and blues, concentrating on the concoction she was puking together in tubes, labeling carefully and organizing, swapping and switching and mixing. Her soft, feminine hands worked swiftly with each drug, her white lab coat brought in slightly at the waist with a tied bow at the back, making her femininity all that much more clear. Her blonde curls tumbled beautifully like over-creamed coffee. A diamond necklace rested on her chest as it had for years, a necklace found by the Fallen Alpha subject #2032 Skylar Faye and given to subject #5239 for the subject's son, #6950...Her lost sweetheart, Adison Sotero. He had been her best friend since she was practically in diapers, giggling and playing along the Wall. She would try to sneak into the Menagerie to play with him, and they had one day, one night of paradise together. She brought him juice boxes always and lunchables and new clothes and she remembered the struggle it took to bath him in the lake...and the blush upon her face. She couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips.
But it was very temporary. Almost just as soon, tears fell to her paperwork on her desk below. They flowed freely, leaving the paper warped and unreadable. She watched for years as he flirted with another girl as soon as Sarafina could not return to the Menagerie. She thought she'd been special to him. But he continued to follow this snarky, werewolf woman around until he impregnated her. Her breath caught in her throat and she cried a little harder, but it was quiet. Sarafina was always quiet. There was rarely a laugh that left her lips anymore. She'd fallen to the seriousness of her job, following in her father's footsteps. He made love to that girl. Now, at age 18, only a month younger than her long lost sweetheart, she was virgin, determined and devout in saving herself. For him...She thought...Even so young, she really thought it would be him.
Even still, he would not know the purpose of saving oneself. And even still, she cared about him deeply, looking after him constantly, though in silent heartache as she witnessed his new love every day for years. "I thought you liked me." She squeaked in a small voice, big eyes glancing over at the shirtless, sleeping boy on her operating table. "It's not fair! I would've done anything!" It was the first time in at least a week she'd said a word at all, and the other scientists were startled by her sudden passion, slowing in the hallways. She shut the door tight, typing in a code to keep anyone from coming in or going out.
"Wake up, Adi, and feel what you've caused me." She stabbed a needle deep in his heart that would swiftly wake him up and make him feel an intense burning, as the drug caused a forced blockage in his heart blood vessels. She gritted her teeth together, a small, pouty glare on her face, but there was a slight curve to her brows- worry. Even after she'd been miserable for so long, she looked after him, only fighting back things the Menagerie offered to protect him, calling off his "check-ups" in the lab through the computer files, keeping him from harm...and now she would cause it. Could she be cold like that? She certainly tried. It was nearly expected of her from who she was. And to him, she wanted to be. But instead, the worry grew more evident on her face of what she done and her mind worked hard to remember all the formulas to put together to reverse this if it was too harsh.
"I thought you liked me." She whispered again, anticipating his waking.
Adison’s mind floated through a dark world, where hazy images appeared and then disappeared again. Images of his father, from a long-distant memory. Adison was much smaller then, staring up at the magnificent Alpha he had only just learned was his true father. He felt the surge of joy he’d felt when Manic had shown him affection, one of the few times he’d ever done so in Adi’s whole life. Soon those happy memories faded to black as well, only to be replaced by images of a dark-haired woman with pale skin and soft, gentle brown eyes. His mother, he knew. The woman he’d come to hate over the years. It was her fault he was less than worthy of his father’s affection. Manic was a God, and she just another human. Adison understood why Manic could never truly love him, and it was because of her mortal blood running through his veins.
But the mortals were not all bad. Visions of his mother were replaced by another feminine face, this one with tangled blonde hair and striking teal eyes; Adelina. This face hurt him the most. His chest ached at the sight of her, for he couldn’t think of her without thinking of Reagan, their precious baby who now lay beneath the sands of the Fallen desert. Even in his dream-world, Adison found himself doubled over in pain, clutching his chest. It felt like his heart was being ripped from him, a burning hot hand clutching it in his chest and crushing it between fiery fingers.
Adison awoke with a violent jolt, gasping for breath. The darkness disappeared and was replaced by blinding white. For a moment, he wondered if he was dead, but the pain from his dream had followed him here, and he knew exactly where he was. The harsh chemical smell of the lab assaulted his sensitive nose, and Adison felt himself struggling to breathe in the crisp, sanitized air. In fact, he found himself struggling to breathe at all. He felt as if an elephant had slammed into his chest, a feeling Adison actually knew from experience, thanks to his brute of an uncle.
“Please, make it stop!” He pleaded, voice cracking as it escaped from his dry throat. His vision was blurry and he felt lightheaded, but as he glanced desperately around the testing room, he recognized the feminine shape immediately.
“…Sarafina?” Adi gasped, reaching out a hand in her direction. “Sarafina… stop.. make it… stop,” He begged her, finding it harder and harder to get a breath in. For the first time in a very long time, Adison felt weak. Helpless. He was at the mercy of the girl he’d played with only a few short years ago. But they had both changed so much since then; He had made a life, no matter how deluded and complicated, with Adelina, and Seraphim had made it perfectly clear to him what would happen if he ever saw the head keeper’s daughter again.
It figured that she would turn out like him. Adison always thought she might, but he never expected her to be the one torturing him on the operating table.
Cold, wet eyes swimming almost primarily with lavender and just a touch of indigo watched him with focus on the table. She ignored him as he pleaded for help. She'd heard of cries in these lab rooms, and oftentimes she was the one assisting them. Yes, she'd seen much worse. Few people took into account that perhaps she was in the worst part of the Menagerie, as she saw the primary pain of it every second of every day. A girl subjected to such a thing would never be average. And despite her growing distant from her average friends and consumed by work, she was a very beautiful. To her class she was the most beautiful, the most sought after. But to the creatures of the Menagerie, she was the ugly enemy. How it hurt that Adison felt the same. Even as she watched over him her father would remind her that he did not want her the way any average boy would easily fall over for her. She didn't want an average boy. She didn't want any boy but him. Still, as he said her name, she felt a pain in her side and flinched, eyes locking with his for a moment. "Adi?" She was so distant.
But for that moment, he'd torn her right back to just a few years ago. "Adi!" She ripped through the cabinets and with probably one of the longest minutes of his life, she'd come up with the reversal and shoved the needle in his chest, releasing the liquid. It would feel soft, cooling, and relaxing. She turned away and sat back at the desk, her shoulders shaking with silent, over-looked sobs. There was a very particular thing about her and that was, she still looked a lot younger. She never grew past 5'0", and so she wore heels to bring her to a very slight, false height that was still smaller than average. She was very lean, but athletic. It was clear she ran miles in her day, even under the lab coat.
Even with her femininity, youth, and dreaded smaller size, she seemed to have quite the air of authority in these labs. Even the other Keepers did there best not to look at her as a little girl anymore. "Adi, I wanted to be with you. I thought you liked me too!" She looked up with a pouty lip, strolling over to the table gracefully. She took a dangerous chance, pressing a button that released him from his holding binds upon the table. No one could get in or out, but with someone who could morph such as himself, it could be her in danger. However, she was in her element, and she could be equally dangerous. She looked down at him and then away, a deep blush forming on her youthful cheeks. "Do you want a shirt..." She muttered, making sure she did not step back or away from him even as he got up. She would show no fear, even if he felt the need to attack.
"I would have done anything, because that's what people do when they care about eachother." She frowned the most pitious of frowns, little arms crossed in her irritation. She'd been working on her own formula, trying to create something that would turn her irreversibly into a shifter, and then she could be with him. She'd been trying so hard for so long, that to see he'd moved away from her so easily to someone else just ate her from with in. There was no point in her efforts now. "I could've been with you. Someday." Her bottom lip quivered in her child-like manner until she broke down again in very small, silent sobs. She was ever so quiet, probably even more quiet than the most graceful Retromorph.
Adison gasped as the needle plunged into his chest, taking in gulping breaths of air as if he’d just been drowning. It had felt like it, the suffocating pressure on his chest, but all of that disappeared now and was replaced with a soothing, cool sensation. With a sigh of relief, he fell back onto the table, exhausted.
Finally, he could look at her clearly, no longer clouded by panic and agony. She was just as beautiful as ever, even more so, but Adison could see through that beauty and into the pain and sadness behind it. He’d become all-too-familiar with the feeling lately, so it was no surprise that he could spot it. But she had a screw loose if she thought that it was somehow his fault. He watched her cautiously as she approached him, knowing that even if she was a hurt little girl on the inside, she was still a keeper, and still deadly. His brows furrowed in confusion as she released him from his restraints, but he sat up anyways.
“Sarafina…” he began, trying to figure out how to word himself. Too harsh, and he could end up with another needle in his chest, one that would kill him for sure. When she offered a shirt, he only nodded in response. He didn’t necessarily need one, but he didn’t have one either, if he ever wanted one Thanks to Lina of course. A small smile formed on his lips as he thought of her. She could be so violent, so rude, so completely out of control, but Adison couldn’t think of anything better. He still loved her, just as she was, and he’d gotten to see the gentler, loving side of her too, the one most people didn’t even think existed. She was everything Adison had ever wanted, but he’d lost her… The smile faded from his lips and he looked back up to Sarafina. He was hit with a wave of guilt as his pale brown, almost beige eyes met her gaze, as if she could read his mind and see just who he’d been thinking about.
“Sarafina, you’re… you’re delusional if you think that we would have worked,” He finally finished, his voice cold again. He stood up and approached her, easily towering over her head. Adi couldn’t lead her on or cushion her feelings anymore. Her father had made it perfectly clear. And now Adison knew what he had to do. He needed to make sure that she never wanted him again; it was the only way that he would be safe from Seraphim’s wrath. “You don’t want me, “ He snarled, trying his best to look angry under her sad, teary stare. “You want your fantasy of me, girl. You want your kind, gentle, forbidden shifter. Well I’m not him, and I never was. You’re a fool, Sarafina!” Adison roared, knocking over a table of instruments so that they clattered at her feet. “You wouldn’t make it one day in there, princess.” The Carna felt all the rage he’d been pushing down since Reagan’s death begin to bubble towards the surface, until he couldn’t control it any longer.
Before he knew it, he’d shifted into his magnificent golden-tabby tiger form. His lips were curled back in a fearsome snarl, and his claws scraped ear-piercingly against the tile. “Is this what you want?!”