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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Shit. What the 'ell had happened? Her eyelids were heavy, sealed shut against her will as she struggled to lift her pounding head. What had she drank last night? The last she remembered, she and Desi had been together...half drunk in the Speakeasy; kissing and reveling in the fact that they were in love (and that she was willing to admit such blasphemy). Her fingertips twitched, the rank smell of fish hitting her sensitive nose like a wave.
She groaned, her hand feeling over the worn wood of the Speakeasy floor, looking for the person that this horrible morning breath belonged to. "Damn, didnja mother ever teach ya to brush yer teeth?" She muttered grumpily the air, bringing her arm up to cover her nose when she couldn't find the source of the smell. Weak daylight hurt her head behind her eyelids...wait...daylight? She forced her eyes to crack open; unfamiliarity washing over her like a cold bucket of water. She became aware of the sound of water hitting a barrier, lapping at the dock's legs.
The wood groaned as she sat up slowly, her face scrunched up in confusion. Where in the hell was she? Her ears flattened, the smell overpowering, and causing her displeasure. She kept her arm over her nose, slowly getting to her feet with all the practice of a habitual drunk quite used to a hangover. Where was Desi? Where was she?
She had to resist the urge to call for him, because the uncertainty in her surroundings meant that she could be anywhere. She didn't recognize it at all, which narrowed it down some since she'd seen a lot in her days as a rogue. She used her free hand as a balancer, stumbling over the uneven dock back towards the shore. Memories started to come back to her, albeit slowly.
There had been panic in the Speakeasy, the occupants really too much in a stupor to put up much of a fight for the UNIT and Keepers who'd interrupted the biggest party of the week. There had been a struggle, and Desi'd had his face put to the bar; a needle in her neck that brought her down like a bag of rocks as she tried to wrestle out of their grip. She knew then that she was gonna be hurt, that they were dragging her back in for testing and she warn't ever going to see the daylight again. But where in the hell was she? She didn't smell Keepers, didn't smell the labs. Another part of the dome? What part? Goddammit. She stumbled towards the warehouses, hoping for more familiar surroundings.
drink up baby doll
ooh are you in or are you out?
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eighteen - female - complicated! - maned wolf anthro - fallen omega/reformed rogue
+hearing;+speed;+healing;
Post by MICA REYNOLDS on Sept 27, 2014 18:07:21 GMT -5
Mica had arrived at Carna quite unwittingly several weeks prior. A mishap with a group of rogues had sent her running to the Ring border where she was promptly captured by Carna scouts; they quickly discovered her lack of allegience and within a span of minutes she was (luckily) recruited rather than killed. Her time among them had passed as a blur. Mica knew much about the Ring, perhaps more than she would have liked. The dynamic of the Menagerie had fascinated her for years; she had studied it with the intention of one day using the information to work for UNIT. Despite that opportunity having been lost, the information was still of value. Mica believed that the Ring was befitting of her, even if she was not the stereotypical member. She was already enjoying it in comparison to life as a rogue and she had made several friends.
Presently she had been given a rather difficult task. The Carna quickly discovered her skills, some that she had not even been aware of herself. Mica was naturally light-footed, adept at sneaking among the brambles and trees. She had been trained for a short amount of time before being "promoted" to a Scout.
Two days previously a group of Scouts had captured a horse. One of the men had taken a fancy to Mica already, despite her position as a "newbie", and he knew enough of her to understand that she was a semi-experienced rider and could handle a horse. His name was O'Donnal. Now, Mica and O'Donnal both knew and understood that Carna was not prime territory for a horse... but it was worth a shot, right? Mica had sweet-talked him into allowing her to try working with the animal.
Forty-eight hours later and a substantial amount of progress had already been made. Skittish though he was the stallion was intelligent--he responded well to commands, although Mica believed his last handler had been too harsh and too inexperienced. Thus the stallion had a streak of orneriness--he liked to test his rider and Mica had fallen a number of times, something that was quite unpleasant on the rocky shore of the Carna beach. She assorted an impressive number of scrapes and bruises.
Mica had managed to stay on him for more than thirty minutes now. She rode him up and down the length of the beach, far from the docks. He was tired from the last two days of work; his orneriness had been tempered by fatigue. She held in her hands a much more pliant animal; he chewed at the bit and snorted through flared nostrils in the beginning but as the minutes wore on he calmed. When she turned him he turned; it was clear that he had been worked with only for a short amount of time. He was skittish, a wild and unpredictable thing that swelled beneath her. He did not respond to neck or leg ques as well as she would have liked, not that Mica minded. She was simply glad to find a source of familiarity in the Menagerie where everything was strange. She found herself wandering where he had been found and what he had been used for. He was a challenge, certainly, but the prospect kept her aware and awake.
Mica was ready to give the stallion a break (and herself, too). She loped him farther down the beach, intending to turn around in short order and return "home". Then the stallion blew sideways and Mica held on, barely. Dammit, she thought with a groan, reining him tightly into a circle. He obliged after testing her thoroughly, snorting and dissatisfied. His eyes showed the whites, expressing nervousness, and his ears were turned attentively forward. Mica pulled the stallion to stop and once he was relatively still she surveyed the area, eyes squinted against the sun as it shined against the brackish water.
It took her a moment to identify what had scared him. She had always heard that horses jumped at two things: things that did move and things that didn't, which never narrowed her options. This time it was fairly obvious. There was a girl. With ears. Mica was completely taken aback by that. Assuming (perhaps naively) that the girl was Carna, Mica nudged the skittish stallion into action. He jerked forward into a sharp trot and she checked him; he was having none of it. His neck bent and he tossed his head, irritated by the fact that she was steering him toward the very thing that he was afraid of. He attempted to wheel away from the strange girl; Mica did not allow him to do so, although her stomach dropped as the stallion lurched forward. He was a big boy.
"Hey!" Mica called out, fairly jovial. O'Donnal had already warned her to be careful of everyone, even people she found on Carna territory. Anyone could be a trespasser, or an enemy, until further information was garnered. Besides, she had a strange feeling about this encounter. Her head cocked curiously to the side, bewildered by the appearance of the redhead. Mica did not want to broach a sensitive subject, however, and so she decided to comment on the girl's confused demeanor. "You look lost." Mica added a light laugh. Her eyes did not match it. They were bright and attentive.
The stallion continued to twist under her, jaunty. He snorted loudly at the eared girl and Mica grew irritated. Damn horse. The thought, however, was tinged with the slightest amount of affection. Besides, Mica liked how high above she was placed from the other girl, and it gave Mica a decent excuse to keep the several yards of distance between the two of them.