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
-
FULSIRING
Fulsi has a standing treaty with the Nakoma, granting limited access to their fresh water.
NAKOMA TRIBE
-
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
_______________________________________________
Today is all we've got, The moment’s here then not...
The last few days had been a struggle. Casey lay in the corner of the hospital room in a smile pile of blankets, watching the man on the other side of the room as he slept. Sascha was still thinking about his brother’s death, Casey could tell, and so was he… The idea that he had killed someone was something he had a hard time getting used to, and the past few nights he had relived the ordeal all over again. Every time he woke up, heart pounding and sweat pouring down his face, Casey had to ask himself those questions all over again. Did he do the right thing? Would Misha have killed him if he hadn’t? Or Sascha? After endless hours of contemplating, Casey had come to the final conclusion: Misha was dead, and there were no do-overs.
Casey sighed and pulled the blankets over his head. He loved Sascha, not that he had told the bat anthro, but he wondered if they would ever get past this. Sascha had been almost normal since Misha’s death, but not quite. He would answer Casey if he asked him something, but otherwise the two had been together in awkward silence unless either of them went out to hunt. Casey had done plenty of hunting, but without other shifters to form a pack, the pickings were slim. His stomach growled angrily, and Casey had no choice but to ignore it. It was yet another reminder that a scrawny rabbit or two wasn’t going to be enough to live off of.
Casey was beginning to think that life away from the Fulsi was going to be near impossible. He knew other rogues did it, but he also knew it would be difficult to try and sustain himself without a pack. It was fighting nature, wasn’t it? He had Sascha, or at least he hoped… Casey poked his face back out from beneath the blankets and glanced back over to Sascha. If he went back, would he lose him? Casey didn’t know if there was a way to have both his ring and Sascha at the same time, but the thought of losing him made his throat tighten and his eyes burn with the threat of tears. He suddenly sprang up from the corner and ran across the room, blankets and all, and threw himself on top of the sleeping anthro, wrapping his arms around him in a crushing hug.
“Sascha! Please don’t hate me!”
...And if tomorrow never comes, I'll be standing with the one I love.
His hand still trembled, breath catching slightly when he thought of what had happened. Casey had stabbed Misha in the neck, and now Misha was dead. A deep sadness filled him, a darkness creeping over his heart as he mulled over what had occurred just days before. He did not blame Casey, not really. Casey had been defending himself and protecting him as well. If not for his dear friend, he would be dead. Dead. It was all that was left to come of him, really, but Sascha didn't like to think like that. Misha was dead and gone, and perhaps the world was a better place for it. Perhaps, though Sascha had loved Misha with some fragment of his heart, he had deserved to die.
His heart skipped a beat to think such a thing - to wish death upon someone was to wish it upon yourself. But through that thin veil of love he had held for Misha, there had been a deep seed of hatred that he hid desperately. He wanted to hate no-one, to love every living thing as he felt he should be loved. That is the only way they would love him, even like him - if he were the kindest he could be and offer no resistance. He had learned it from the many times when he had been beaten by his father to the brink of death - if he didn't fight back, it wound end sooner. Then the darkness wouldn't swallow him up and he could be free until the next beating came - perhaps this time at the hands of Costin, or Cezar. Maybe Misha. During those times he would think often of Ecaterina, her beauty and love and affection the only thing that pulled him throough.
And as he would look into Casey's eyes, he could see that same beauty and affection there. And reflected in those green eyes, Sascha felt as if he could see the truth of the world - that things would be okay, in the end. But the sadness would not so easily ebb. It was his fault that Casey had had to kill Misha. It was his fault that Misha hated him - his fault for being such a lowly, pathetic creature. But Casey shouldn't have had to suffer for Sascha's sins! And so the silence between them grew, a guilt gnawing in his chest and refusing to go away.
Even the silence grew stale, and Sascha wanted nothing more than to end it and pull Casey into a fierce hug and forget that anything had happened at all. But he was scared - scared that Casey blamed him for what had happened. Scared that he was angry or upset. And Sascha was frightened that somewhere inside Casey, that anger would grow and grow into hatred until it could be contained no more, and the wolf would be again at his throat. The wolf. A creature of darkness in Sascha's mind, a creature that brought nothing but violence. How could Casey be half of such a thing? Such a monster? Casey was no monster, Sascha knew. But the wolf...the wolf had its ways.
And so his dreams were filled with these mixed feelings of fear and guilt and love, struggling to find some headway amidst the confusion. He kept hearing the snarling of the wolves, howling long and distant - but their frothing jowls ever at his heels, ever at his throat. He saw the water clouded with blood, except this time it was not Ecaterina's body who floated just beneath the surface as it sank, but Casey's. Not again! he screamed, trying to save Casey from Ecaterina's fate, but the wolves were there. Tearing into him, dragging him back as Casey's body drifted silently away, nothing but the sound of lapping water to remember him.
Sascha snapped awake with a jolt when something landed on him, his arms trying to stretch up to cover his face to defend himself - but he realized they were sort of pinned to his side by someoneelse's arms. "Please don't hate me!" Casey! His dream still painfully fresh in his mind he found himself caught in an onrush of happiness that spilled out in a hoarse laugh as Sascha freed an arm and pulled Casey tight against him, burying his face in Casey's neck. "Hate you?" he mumbled, placing a gentle kiss on Casey's shoulder, reluctant to let him go. "I could never hate you,"
"Listen..." he started, still clinging desperately to Casey, afraid to meet his eyes. "I am sorry for being...how you saying...away?" he thought for a moment, biting his lip so one long, white fang poked out. "No, no. Am meaning to say, that I was here, but...not. For that, I am being sorry." He nodded, more to himself, but continued. "But Sascha is here now," he said, placing a kiss on Casey's forehead. "And I am glad you are here, with me."
- - - - - I hope it's okayy c:
Last Edit: Apr 16, 2011 2:17:26 GMT -5 by Sascha Stark
Today is all we've got, The moment’s here then not...
Casey held Sascha tight, as if afraid that he would from his arms like wisps of smoke if he didn’t. He just couldn’t take the silence any longer! Casey buried his face into his chest, taking a deep shuddering breath as Sascha’s familiar scent washed over him. He wished he could stay like this forever, safe in Sascha’s arms, without any Mishas to threaten them, or any Fulsi Ring duties to separate them. It was perfect, and yet there was still that lingering fear that he would never be forgiven.
And then…Sascha laughed; a loud, happy sound that Casey certainly wasn’t expecting. He lifted his face again, brows furrowed in confusion. Why was he laughing? After all that had happened, after days of near-silence…he laughed? As he took in Sascha’s beaming expression though, Casey couldn’t help but smile himself. When Sascha pulled him close, Casey’s chest swelled with overwhelming joy. He wasn’t mad? All of Casey’s worries melted away instantaneously, and he let out a happy squeak, wrapping his arms around Sascha’s neck.
Casey listened intently as Sascha spoke again, and though sometimes it was hard to figure out what he was saying exactly, Casey understood him perfectly. “It’s okay, Sascha,” he answered, blushing slightly as Sascha kissed his forehead. Casey could see why he’d been so awkward; his mind flashed for a moment to his own brother, Markus, and he wondered what he would feel like if anything were to happen to him. Like Sascha and Misha, they weren’t close, but they were still brothers. All that mattered was that Sascha forgave him now, and together they could move on. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with you,” Casey added, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Sascha’s lips, something he’d missed desperately in the past days. It took him a few moments before he could bring himself to pull away, but finally he did, softly resting his forehead against Sascha’s, their noses touching.
Inside, Casey’s inner voice was screaming at him, raging for him to just say it. ‘I love you, Sascha!’ Would that have been so hard? Casey instinctively nibbled at his lower lip as his stomach fluttered with nerves. He thought about it carefully, trying to build up the nerve, breath catching in his throat until finally he realized… he couldn’t do it. Not yet at least. Casey wanted to so badly, but what if Sascha wasn’t ready to love him back? He only hoped that with a little more time, he could finally tell the anthro how he felt. Nervously, he rolled off of Sascha, content to snuggle next to him instead.
Casey stayed like that for a few moments, one question still nagging at the back of his mind. He hated to bring up something so painful again, but he just had to know. “…Sascha?” He began, resting his head on Sascha’s shoulder to look up and meet his gaze. “I was just wondering. I know maybe I shouldn’t ask but, well, Misha was your brother. How… how could he attack you like that? Why did he want you…” Casey grimaced, feeling a lump forming in his throat. “…Dead?”
Even after such a short time, Casey couldn’t imagine his world without Sascha in it. And if he had to kill a thousand Mishas to keep him safe, selfish and terrible as it was, Casey realized that he would.
...And if tomorrow never comes, I'll be standing with the one I love.
It was as if all the bad in the world had never happened. All the scars, all the tears, all the broken hearted nights melted away when Casey’s arms wrapped around him. He felt safe and sure, knowing that as long as Casey was here that there was happiness, there was joy. There was…love. He hadn’t felt this way in such a long time that he knew if Casey left he couldn’t live without him. He would continue to breathe in and out, his heart would still beat and his blood would still flow. But it would be just as when he had lost Ecaterina – he would be a mindless body, nothing more than what his family had beaten him down to be.
He sighed happily, letting his eyes drift shut as Casey kissed him softly, a soft murmur of unintelligible words were his answer as he snuggled closer to Casey at what he said. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, either. Sascha couldn’t help but smile when Casey pressed his forehead against his, a soft laugh tickling at the back of his throat. He started to drift back to sleep after Casey rolled off and was snuggling up to his side, content with just having him there and leaving things unsaid. But Casey’s question caught him off guard and he thought for a few moments. It was a hard question to answer, namely because he didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know the reason behind the beatings, behind the neglect…the hatred. He never knew why they had wanted him dead. So he said only what they had repeated to him over and over again.
“Worthless and undeserving of…living.” He swallowed hard, his eyes tearing up. “Is what they said. Father said he should have strangle me at birth. Mother…” he sighed, waving a hand in the air. “Mother could not even look at me. She said I was…” Sascha cleared his throat and moved on, staring at the water stained ceiling. “Brother Misha wanted me dead because that is what Papa told him. And my brothers Costin and Cezar, he tell them that too. So everyday they hit and bite and hurt me, until I could see nothing but dark.” He turned his face away from Casey, afraid that he would think him a coward. “I tried to get away, but they locked me in the tower.” He paused, cracking a weak smile. “Like princess.” Sascha sighed, wondering how he was able to tell Casey all of this.
"That is why they killed her. Ecaterina. Because they think I not deserving of this happiness. This love." Sascha turned to Casey at last, his hand resting lightly on Casey's cheek. "That is why Misha tried to kill you; to make me suffer for being..." he paused. "For being."
- - - - - short post. and...aww :c Sascha sadfest.
Today is all we've got, The moment’s here then not...
Casey listened as Sascha spoke, frowning as he realized that Sascha’s history was not the simple upbringing that Casey might have imagined it to be. In some ways, it reminded him of his own, bringing up terrible memories that made Casey cringe as he thought about them. But still, how could his parents, his own brothers, his family do that to him? He hugged Sascha more tightly as he listened, encouraging him to go on. They were so alike, he realized; prisoners in their own homes, tortured and beaten for no good reason. Casey just couldn’t see how someone could treat Sascha like that. He was the kindest, gentlest person Casey knew. To treat him like that seemed unthinkable. Then again, why had Casey’s father beat him? He was a good person too, wasn’t he?
"That is why they killed her. Ecaterina. Because they think I not deserving of this happiness. This love." As Sascha stroked his cheek, Casey felt an excited chill run up his spine. Was the anthro saying what Casey thought he was? His stomach fluttered nervously and though he tried his best not to let it show, he squirmed slightly next to Sascha. It was hard sometimes to figure out what he was trying to say… What if he hadn’t meant for it to sound like that? Perhaps he was only talking about Ecaterina. Maybe he still only loved her. Casey held his tongue, realizing that perhaps this wasn’t the right time to admit his feelings. He’d have to be more subtle.
“Sascha, I... I’m so sorry,” He began, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. “You didn’t deserve any of that. You’re the best person I know… You mean everything to me,” Casey finished, nervously nibbling at his lower lip as silence descended again and the meaning of what he said sunk in. He only hoped Sascha would understand what he was trying to tell him.
With a cough, he decided to change the subject, perhaps to get Sascha’s mind off of his own terrible past. “I know it’s nothing really, compared to what happened to you, but I guess I kinda know what it’s like,” He began, resting his head on Sascha’s shoulder again. Casey realized that until now, he’d known nothing of Sascha’s past, and Sascha still knew nothing about his. He loved him, whether he admitted it yet or not; it was time to tell him, then. “My father… He wasn’t a good man. Maybe he used to be, but when he started to drink, he turned into something else. He started hitting me,” Casey spoke, his voice cracking slightly as the memories of being a young teenager came back to him. “Every day, hitting, kicking, screaming at me. And I kept it a secret. When my mother found out, she tried to make him stop, but,” Casey’s voice dropped to a whisper, and he buried his face into Sascha’s neck, feeling the loss all over again. This was why he tried never to dwell on things in the past! Everything came back when he did, a tidal wave that ripped through the walls he had worked so hard to put up.
“But he killed her. And he never let me forget it,” Casey finished, cautiously looking up again to meet Sascha’s gaze. He couldn’t believe he’d just told him everything! His chest tightened slightly with anxiety as he realized that the anthro could always use that against him— No! Casey quickly corrected himself. Sascha was nothing like Damian. He would never take advantage of something so personal and use it against him. Just like Casey would never bring up Misha, or his parents, or Ecaterina. He relaxed again, feeling an enormous weight lifting off of his shoulders. This could work, Casey realized, him and Sascha. It would.
ooc:// Sorry for suckiness. XDD I triedk.
...And if tomorrow never comes, I'll be standing with the one I love.
To know that Casey, too, had suffered left Sascha with mixed feelings. He felt for once a kindred spirit, one who knew what he had gone through. One who had felt the pain and the agony of being abused and losing someone you loved to what was supposed to be your family. But the news left Sascha thinking that even though it was some small comfort to have someone who could understand the damage such a past could do...it was not worth it. Sascha found himself wishing, hoping, praying with everything he had could turn back time and save Casey from his father and save his mother, so that Casey would never have felt the pain. Never have felt the fear.
And with this in mind, he made a small noise in his throat and rolled onto his side, drawing Casey into a fierce hug. He buried his face into the crook of Casey's neck, planting featherlight kisses on his smooth skin. "Do not compare them," he whispered as he pulled away. "We both suffered such bad things, painful to you as it is painful to me to hear. But now," he cooed, lips skimming up Casey's neck and kissing he line of his jaw sweetly. Sascha met Casey's eyes, brushing a bit of hair away. "Now we have each other. And that is all that matters."
His breath hitched as he looked into Casey's deep green eyes, suddenly so sure. There was no sense of urgency, no sense of fear or anxiety in his light green eyes as he leaned down and stole Casey's lips in the softest of kisses. Sascha pressed his body against Casey's, and it seemed to him that their bodies melded together, as if fate had designed them as the perfect fit. His bare skin felt alive, tingling and warm, scintillated at Casey's slightest touch. Sascha's lips grazed the freckled skin of Casey's face as he kissed Casey's brow, his eyelids, his cheeks and tickling along his jaw. His breath hitched again and with the slightest hesitation, a momentary pause, his lips crashed down to meet Casey's in a feverish want.
- - - - - short post :c hope is okay <3
Last Edit: May 10, 2011 9:27:21 GMT -5 by Sascha Stark
Today is all we've got, The moment’s here then not...
Casey let out a soft sigh as Sascha showered him in kisses, his lips fluttering gently over Casey’s skin which felt warm at his touch. He was right; they had each other, and that was all that mattered. Laying there with Sascha, their bodies pressed close together, with nothing between them anymore, Casey seemed to forget about the world they were in. The dreary hospital room seemed like the grandest bedroom, and outside there weren’t murders or raids or wars; just a park and a few other places where Casey and Sascha could go together. There were no rings, and Sascha wasn’t a rogue… Nothing mattered, except that they were together.
Casey wrapped his arms around Sascha’s strong shoulders, smiling softly as Sascha kissed his face and jaw. Butterflies still fluttered in his stomach, but Casey wasn’t nervous about them anymore. This felt right, he knew it. And now there was no worries or doubts to stop them. The words bubbled up again in his mind, screaming this time for Casey to tell Sascha how he felt. Now he knew that the anthro felt the same way he did, and they’d both shared their deepest secrets with one another.
Before he could say anything, Sascha’s lips met his in a feverish kiss, and Casey felt his own need spark in response. His fingers entwined in fistfuls of Sascha’s hair, pulling him in closer as Casey returned the kiss just as fervently. It was like the first time they’d met; the chemistry between them was instant, and Casey knew that he had to be with Sascha since the moment he first laid eyes on him. The Fulsi scout had never believed in love at first sight, and with Damian, it hadn’t been at all. Their relationship had been more difficult, and they had to work at it to make it grow, but with Sascha everything was so natural. From the very first second, they’d connected and flourished, and though Casey had only known him for a short time, he felt like he’d known him forever. He felt like he would be with him forever.
When Casey finally broke the kiss, his chest was heaving with his breaths, and his eyes fluttered open and met Sascha’s soft green gaze. “I love you, Sascha,” He whispered, his voice steady and sure as he finally told the bat anthro how he felt, with no question in his voice. “I love you.”
Ooc: Shortpost too but EEE~ 8D LAV. Hope it's okayy~
...And if tomorrow never comes, I'll be standing with the one I love.
Sascha gasped, his heart nearly thudding to a stop - it felt like it was trying to either skip a beat or stop altogether. He had never expected Casey to say that he loved him. No one had ever said that - no once since Ecaterina. Sascha had thought it would be impossible to ever find someone that he could love like he had loved her - and then he had found Casey. And in many ways Sascha loved Casey so much more than he had Ecaterina, but strangely sascha didn't feel badly about it. The strength of his feelings felt right - but Sascha had always thought them un-returned. He knew Casey had liked him, but Sascha had thought it was only as a friend. But those words, those three words, were enough to send him into a surge of happiness so strong, Sascha didn't think he would ever be able to speak again, so tight was the knot in his throats and the swell of tears in his eyes.
"Eu te iubesc, de asemenea." I love you too. He didn't realize he had spoken in his native tongue, not realizing that he had said the word love before - iubesc - but maybe then Casey would realize that Sascha's love for him had been there all along. At Casey's confused look, he realized he hadn't spoken in English and laughed, pulling Casey down to kiss him again. "I love you!" he shouted, pulling Casey into a big hug and planting a series of loud, smoochy kisses on his lover's face in his happiness, laughing all the while. With each kiss he would shout, "I love you! I love you! I! Love! You!" He laughed again, punctuating each of the last word with another kiss. After his laughs had subsided he found himself staring into Casey's deep green eyes, finding love and love returned. And for once, Sascha was deeply and truly, happy.
ooc; AIYEEEEE THE CUTENESS XD I CANNOT HANDLE IT
Last Edit: Jun 8, 2011 21:12:10 GMT -5 by Sascha Stark
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]
