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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It eventually became too difficult to upkeep a constant state of fear. To be terrified of everyone, every moment of the day, as well as apprehensive of their intentions... well, Cole didn't have enough energy to continue it. They had been in Fallen longer than she cared to count and every day had become a struggle for her. She began to build a reputation for being jittery and distrustful, a woman who rarely spoke but did her job and did it well. People showed her kindness, but Cole felt as though she were also the brunt of their jokes, accused of being overly anxious and hostile.
Not that she cared what they thought. The only reason she was still there was because of Husher. She had learned that Kirov was tolerable, if nothing else, while she found his daughter to be intolerable and mouthy to boot. It depended on the day, of course, and Cole never complained in Akane's or Husher's presence. In fact, she never complained at all. It was against her inherent nature to show weakness. So she sucked it up and went with the punches, ignoring the glances she was given as well as the pity. If there was one thing that Cole could not tolerate, it was pity.
For the first few weeks, she had looked constantly for Grey. She didn't like to admit this, but it was true. She but feared and anticipated his company; but after their first week among the Ring, he had disappeared. It took overly long for Cole to hear the rumors because she talked to no one, but one day she overheard a conversation between two women about a Fallen deserter who had assisted a prisoner in his escape. At first, this hadn't sounded like Grey. She was plagued by the rumor, however, and continued to seek more information. Eventually she learned the truth.
He had left Fallen. Part of her believed that he had done it for her, as a favor. Or perhaps he wasn't the man he used to be. Cole didn't know; what she did know was that the regret in his eyes had been real, and a part of her was melancholy over having not forgiven him. Such, however, was the curse of loving someone too much and for too long. It became easy to forgive them.
She was thinking of this as she leaned up against the train car, cleaning Bowie knife with methodical precision. She lost herself in the metallic, bright gleam of the blade in the sun; it was easy to commit to such a mindless, familiar action. She even found comfort in it.
Cole could have kept it up for an hour if she had wanted to, but she was interrupted by the arrival of Hush. She glanced up and met his eyes, grinning despite herself. It wasn't exactly mirthful, but she was glad to see him. It only took her a second to figure out something was wrong.
She gave him a sharp, pointed look at his small-talk. Either something was bothering him, or he was hiding something from her. Cole immediately thought the first option was more likely--something that surprised her, because trust used to come so difficultly to her. Cole took the box, curious but also somewhat accusative with her gaze. It wasn't until she was holding it that she realized that it was moving and... well, making noise.
She gave him another glance, uncertain and surprised but then... Well, Cole smiled wider. "What is it?" She already knew. Her hand undid the top of the box on it's own accord as a loud thud resounded from inside.
Out came one puppy, and then another. Her lap was suddenly filled with the writhing bodies of little dogs, fur and tongues and little teeth. Cole, although surprised, began to laugh harder than she had in a long, long time. "What... Oh my God, Husher!" It was difficult to wrestle herself free of them, but she managed to subdue one in her lap and seize the other under the front legs. She held it front of her, the body of it dangling from her hands as its tongue worked feverishly to reach her nose which was just a few inches too far.
She was grinning ear-to-ear. I can't believe he did this. The pup she held was darker colored, bigger than the other. "Y'know what genders they are?" It gave a whimper and she set it down, grabbing its nose to play as it nipped at her fingertips.
Though his face had sobered, his eyes smiled as she enjoyed the puppies. Somehow, he had known this was what she needed. The breed was unique, their size and temperament perfect for his Little Sister. What was more, she could use the company.
”Heh, yeah it’s a male and a female. Figured you three would like each other,” he would never tell her what he paid for them. Hell, he wouldn’t acknowledge it even now to himself, but it was worth it to see her so happy. He’d never see her light up so brightly, and despite himself he smiled again. Taking the larger pup in hand he smiled as it panted and licked and twisted in his grip.
”I believe this one is the boy,” he said fondly. Originally he had wanted to get only one for Cole, but when he had realized there was one pup unclaimed ... In a world where little joy was to be found, Husher was quite pleased that he had managed to make Cole so happy. That was reward enough.
”They are cute lil’ devils aren’t they? I haven’t had a dog since I was a boy,” the latter comment had been very quiet. He had always missed his hunting dog ….
”So what are you going to name them? What about Bonnie and Clyde?” he said jokingly. He expected that she would come up with much better names; in the meantime the male pup was trying to eat the stubble on his chin. Unceremoniously he dropped the pup back into Cole’s lap (though he’d never actually drop the pup it was more in message that they were hers and hers alone.)
They were good pups. Once he had even approached as a wolf, and they had accepted him without phase. He guessed they would be just as guileless with Cole in her shift. She needed, no. She deserved some of that happiness in her life.
Cole was split between looking at him and looking at her new companions. After the female leap against Cole's chest, licking at her chin and wriggling excitedly, she decided that it would be in her better interest to keep her eye on the pup to avoid getting her hair yanked out by a set of over-eager teeth. It was then that she came to the roadblock of words. Cole didn't know how to express her gratitude, nor her excitement. Cole pet the lighter colored pup's ears back as Husher examined her brother, unable to keep from smiling. "I... I don't know what to say Hush. I already love them." Cole had always been better with animals than people; now, she sent a glance at Hush as he pointed out the male and the female.
"They're... They're. You didn't have to do this for me." Cole's attention went back to the female as the pup let out a yip, playful but demanding. "I haven't had once since... since. I dunno." It was too perfect of a moment to ruin it by reminiscing. She knew when, she just didn't care. The memory of her and Grey's dog would be with her for years, even if she couldn't remember the name of the German shepherd that they had bought together.
"It would be quirky, sure." Cole let out a short burst of laughter before the names faded and their meaning was lost. "But... how about some that I could remember? Um... Maybe call the boy Happy, since he hasn't stopped looking like that since he popped out of the box." That said, she regarded the male a second time. He was smiling in a way that only dogs can, all tongue and glittering eyes. After Hush had dropped him in her lap, he had sprung up to be beside his sister, demanding attention. Cole tsked the pair of them and settled them down in her lap. It worked for only a few seconds, however. "Happy and..." Cole touched the nose of the female, playfully. "March." Alright, Cole had to admit it. The second name was random--it brought to mind mental images of soldiers walking in formation. She looked at Hush then, an expression of gratitude in her eyes. He had done so much for her. "Thank you."
Husher watched the three of them. He had anticipated her happiness … but nothing like this. Her response was worth his weight in food. Heh – funny think what the Menagerie did to a person. The expression once might have been ‘gold’, but now …
Thank you, she said with a look he could not have paid for with any price. Cole was happy, that was reward enough. Cole had returned his daughter to him, and in the process become part of his family – he could never repay her. Husher’s head shook as he came back to himself, and he cleared his throat to dismiss her thanks as he assessed the two monsters in her lap.
”Alright! Happy, and March! I like it!” he said with command and acceptance. He knew there was no way she would remember a name based on anything other than what the pups reminded her of individually. Though simple, not once had she called him by his full name. She remembered ‘Hush’ only because he was so quiet, as they had to be for weeks in Retro territory.
If nothing else they would occupy much of her time, and for once keep her mind on something simple. Puppies were demanding … but complicated was not one of their traits. Plus, Husher could tell she was lonely and now that Grey had been gone for lord knew how long she needed something new.
His knuckles tapped her chin with care and a warm smile. ”No worries Little Sister,” he said and quieted to watch the pups.
Without thinking about it, he had settled shoulder to shoulder with Cole and his hazel-grey eyes lifted to watch the setting sun. Accomplishment? No … Satisfaction. That was this feeling – not that he had pleased Cole but more that he had done something right. It was one of the reasons he had become a soldier … to do what was right.
The dark thought that actions and orders didn’t always mean what they were doing was right crossed his brow and in reflex his arm shifted over to dabbled fingers in the face of one of the pups that mouthed at the digits playfully.
”Happy and March,” he said again to commit it to memory. It was perfect … it seemed almost fate. Meant to be. He sighed and looked again into the distance.
It was impossible to wipe the grin off her face. Cole couldn't help it--she was grinning like an idiot and she knew it, but in a place where happiness came at such a high price, it was best to enjoy it while it lasted. She repeated the names several times, a small part of her afraid that she would forget despite the fact they were normal enough. Happy was over-enthused and big enough to unbalance her slightly when he jumped up, earning a burst of laughter. His name, if nothing else, was fitting. March on the other hand appeared mellowed (or at least mellower than her brother), her docked tail wagging with enough vigor that her entire hind end shook.
No worries, Little Sister. Cole wished she could explain to him how much things like this meant to her. It was one thing to say you cared for someone, and another to show it. Hush was constantly showing it. It was almost enough to make tears come to her eyes, and they may have. She was just discreet with wiping them away. Cole glanced at him sidelong as he took the attention of one of the pups. It gave her ample opportunity to lean sideways and kiss his scruffy cheek, an almost mischievous smile in her eyes. Happy, at that moment, decided to plop onto his stomach and rest his chin against her thigh. March, after a few nips that Cole responded to with playful shoves of her hand, yawned and followed her brother's example.
"Happy, March, Hush, Cole, Little Red." It was spoken quietly, almost hesitantly. It was then that she reached out, her eyes on the puppies in her lap, and seized Hush's hand in her own. It was a gesture that said it all.
It felt like Christmas. He loved making his family joyful, and when the light pressure of her lips touched his cheek he flinched in surprise and immediately cleared his throat in embarrassment. He hadn’t expected such affection from her, but it caused a crooked smile to splay his mouth.
Cole named their family one by one, and was pleased that she had included Akane (and not Slan). He grunted in agreement and took a breath to say … her small hand found his, causing the thought to disappear completely.
His eyes watched her for a long moment before rising up to the view again and he squeezed her hand in understanding. When she released her capture he turned to her and tapped the pen that hung around her neck.
”Don’t you worry either. You write their names down if you need to,” he said quietly. He had never pitied Little Sister … and never would. She was a soldier as much as he was, and he would never do that to her. Her eyes rose to his face and he smiled in kindness and understanding. ”No shame in it Lil’ Sister,” he said and ruffled her hair before turning his back to her and stretching.
He was in the mood for some fun. Quickly he shifted into the skin of a large dark wolf. Now in his lupine form his paws splayed before him as he stretched again, his hackles bristling in pleasure as his tail wagged back and forth. With a great sneeze turned to the pups that were now squalling in excitement and groaned a talking growl at them.
It was this, the easy companionship, that she needed. With Grey, there had always been some kind of demand, some kind of tension. While it may not have been awkward or violent, their relationship could be summed up in the way that a storm could be summed up--by the electricity in the air. But Hush? He was a calm day, entirely different. He offered her comfort and familiarity, as well as an understanding that few seemed to possess.
So, as such, Cole said nothing in reply to him. Merely smiled that smile, one that was so rare. She did not watch as he shifted but, instead, turned her eyes to the pups settled in her lap. The male had lifted his head, tongue lolling, to observe Hush with a sense of excitement... and then he lurched up, making a playful lunge at the wolf. His sister followed suite and, free of the puppies, Cole stood up. After a hesitation, she shapeshifted as well, melting into the form of her ruddy leopard.
The female turned to look at her, perhaps intrigued by this new creature. Cole flicked her tail at the pup's nose before lowering herself into a pouncing position, humorously reminiscent of a house cat. Her hindquarters wiggled and her eyes seized on Hush. She couldn't help it. As excited as she was, it was much easier to convey this in her animal form. She made to playfully leap in front of him before tearing away in an over-exaggerated play bow, more of a dog's than a feline's. Then one of the puppies came after her and Cole swatted at it with a soft paw, watching the thing tumble only to leap back up and bark. "You're a brave little thing, huh?" She said, in a voice that she hardly ever used, one reserved for small and adorable animals...
It was comical. As Husher had predicted, the pups took Cole’s change relatively easily. At the moment, the female pup was adamant that he play with her. She yapped at him insistently, and when Husher snapped her up gently then released her only to leap out of reach and turn to pounce - she was on him.
The pups were just as adept at this age as they’d need to be to keep up with Cole in either form as adults. As March mouthed at his face he growled a yawn and turned over on his back where suddenly both puppies were licking and carrying on.
Abruptly, Happy’s tone of play-growl changed into a more serious tone.Before a breath was taken, Husher had manipulated their tangle, until the pup was on his back and Husher had nipped his maw and snarled. Happy cried a moment as if his ear was being cut off, but Husher would brook no dominance wars. The young pup understood the message quickly, and as soon as Husher let him up he licked the lupe’s maw and joined in the fun game again.
By this time, Husher was stalking Cole with purpose and as she chuffed at him in play and slinked away he pursued her with March in his wake. Of course, she was no help – distracting him as she demanded his attention again, and begged (as her instincts told her too), licking and dancing before him. He ignored her.
Happy, on the other hand began to chase Cole’s tail and Husher stopped to pointedly looking at Happy as he bit into the feline’s tail, anticipating Cole's painful reaction.
