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
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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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He was tired. So bone tired he could think of nothing but his train car cot. His palm swept over the top of his head through his rough hair, the sweat from his neck dripping down the back of his shirt as his body tried to cool his core temperature. It had not been an easy mission; they had kept up a hasty pace from the border for hours to reach home with their kills – harried by retros for miles. They’d lost Mars, a good Hunter and comrade that had deserved more than he got. Way more.
Husher’s stress filled fingers moved beneath his sunglasses to rub his bloodshot eyes, then, letting the frames fall back to the bridge of his nose wandered to the stubble on his face that had grown over the last few days out on the hunt. Mars had been his responsibility. Husher had allowed a new kid on the mission that he hadn’t been sure about. Mars was from the corps, like Husher – and when the kid had frozen Mars had done what Husher would have, and went back for him. The kid made it, Mars didn’t.
The kills they brought home would feed everyone for a day or two, and another party would be sent out. The antelope over his shoulder was dropped to the floor in front of one of the volunteers that cooked and divvied out rations. Her eyes took him in and she instantly knew better than to smile or ask questions, Lara had always been good about that. She was one of the oldest in the Fallen. She was short with gray hair, a hooked nose, and a slight flab of skin that hung from her arms. The weight she had lost years ago was too dramatic for her skin to snap back, and they wobbled faintly as she nodded in thanks, slapped a hand to his shoulder and gave him a shove toward the med tent.
The slap held two meanings, once in comfort and twice that she knew he was injured. He braced from even the small impact, his arm had been ripped open from a tiger retro and he was bleeding heavily through even the well wrapped bandage. It had been colored a crimson black as the blood dried, reopened, and oozed from the efforts after the injury. Now, he’d need cleaning and stitches. Again.
Beneath the glasses his face did not change from its hard expression, but he nodded and turned toward the tent. The first time Lara had sent him over he’d waved her off and went to his train car. Not five minutes later found Lara throwing a legendary Italian tantrum and not long after Husher had found himself at the hands of the medics anyway. To save a step, he went straight to Delilah.
Ducking into the tent, he spotted her leaning over another patient and, not wanting to interrupt he stood where he was, waiting for her to finish. Inwardly he braced against her inevitable verbal onslaught as he had Lara’s earlier cuff. He was exhausted, dirty, sweaty, bloody, in need of a bath, and sleep – but if he didn’t get stitched up he was going to bleed out. He had lost a lot of blood already.
When she finally looked up, Husher’s chin rose slightly and his good arm raised to lift his sunglasses away. In their place were hard blue-grey eyes that leveled soberly; the gesture akin to the respect of tipping a hat, or removing it completely before sitting at a table to eat. After a moment, he shifted his weight and looked straight ahead – waiting patiently.
Shapeshifter White Bengal Tiger + Giant Golden-Crowned Flying FoxRogueMedic
INVENTORY
Skills
Healing, Strength, Vision
Weapons
Persian Style Knife
Items
Custom Medic's Kit - Rubbing Alcohol, Big Rolls of Gauze, Medical Tape, Small Bandages, Large Bandages, Three Rags, Stitching Needle, Thread, Chloroform, Wooden Tongue Depressor, Forceps, Stethoscope, Disinfectant Spray
Post by Delilah Harper on Jan 22, 2015 18:28:46 GMT -5
Beneath the Medical tents there were people that were either sick, injured, and even exhausted. This was an everyday sight for Delilah to watch as a Medic in the Fallen ring. When she first arrived in the Fallen for what seemed like forever ago Delilah was quite bubbly and naive. Time in the Menagerie changes people and that rule did not exclude the Fallen Medic. With everything she had witness there was no going back to who she was. Delilah was grateful for it at the end of the day. Now, she stood up for herself and her comrades without a second thought. One thing that never changed was her warm smile as well as her Motherly affection.
The patient the Fallen Medic was taking care of was a new girl to the ring. Way too many new people try to act brave in the Fallen leading to an early death. This patient was damn lucky that she managed to survive. Day after day Delilah nursed new people back to health. It became exhausting after while, but she always pushed through it. That's how Mothers have always done it throughout the centuries so Delilah planned on doing the same as well. Not only that, Delilah's vision had become so intense that it was quite easy for her to see the exact details of her surroundings. Everything was a bit overwhelming with how every nook and cranny was completely noticeable. Even with that obstacle she refused to let it slow her down.
Leaning over the girl Delilah took a thread and needle to stitch up the gash in the girl's calf. In the back of Delilah's mind it pained her seeing the girl wince as the needle went in and out of her skin. "This is what happens when you try to be the hero. There are no heroes here. Just brave men and women trying to survive another day." Moments later light flashed into the tent as another person walked through the threshold. The drastic change in lighting hurt her eyes causing the Fallen Medic to mimic the same facial expression as her patient. Out of the corner of her eye Delilah saw a familiar face stroll into what Delilah liked to think was her tent. Luckily, for Husher, Delilah, was just finishing up the stitches on the young Fallen. "Please, be more careful. Promise me I won't have to see you here for a long time," she said to the girl as if she were her own daughter.
Standing up straight Delilah faced him to make eye contact with the Fallen Hunter reflecting his blue-grey eyes with her own emerald green. Every little detail stood out to her which was quite distracting. Delilah put her left hand on the side of her hip and leaned the left part outward. Immediately, the Fallen Medic shook her head side to side with a facial expression of disapproval. "Again? Really?" With a smirk she joked saying, "You're gonna use up all of our supplies, ya know." Delilah motioned with her right hand for Husher to sit in the chair where the previous patient was sitting just moments before.
"What am I going to do with you?"
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2015 1:45:36 GMT -5 by Delilah Harper
There are no heroes here, he heard Delilah say and inwardly twitched. There were heroes every day, there had to be – especially in The Menagerie. Men like Mars who had saved that kid, and every other military man Husher had ever had the honor of serving with would have done the same; Kirov, Tomas, Blair, Cole, Kingsley, even his daughter … a true hero was merely someone who did what they thought was right, no matter what.
However, the girl was young and had the look of someone trying to prove something. Delilah was right to come down on her. It might save her life. Either way, Husher was raised a traditionalist. Though women like Cole and his daughter, Akane, were changing his mind about just how resilient and dependable they could be – heck, he trusted Cole’s capabilities more than some men he had served with – it didn’t negate the fact that at his heart, Husher would always be more protective of them.
Before The Menagerie, Husher would have never even considered taking a women on a Hunt with him. They simply weren’t as strong as men, couldn’t make the hard decisions without becoming emotional. There was no way a women would have been able to survive the MCTOG training or operations, they would compromise the mission every time. If not for the simple fact that every man on his team would be so worried about protecting her they would get themselves killed.
Women in the military after hundreds of years were still hard pressed to see battle … feminists and equalists alike were fighting non-stop to change that. However, for men like Husher it wasn’t that they didn’t think a woman was good enough. It wasn’t that they thought less of her. Rather, it was the fact that men couldn’t handle seeing a women lying on the ground next to him, her innards torn to shred by bullets. They couldn’t handle seeing them hurt, or raped, or killed. It would destroy them. In truth, it was that men weren’t strong enough to withstand it; it would damage them inside and out and haunt them for the rest of their life.
In The Menagerie there was less of a choice who went into battle with you, and his guilt was considerable. It was the one of many things he could depend on Kirov for, knowing he would never allow Akane pregnant or not to get hurt. Cole, on the other hand was a different creature. In his mind he could depend on her. She wasn’t the type to put herself in a tight spot without an out. Hell, she’d saved his bacon more than once – but at the end of the day women like Cole were one in a million. He’d sooner go alone than take someone like the girl that just walked out of the tent with him. She’d simply be a liability. Women were a man’s weakness in more than one way.
All of this passed through Husher’s mind in an instant, and when Delilah stood at her height and eyed him, he smiled inwardly. Delilah was a good egg, and was tougher than many man men he knew. She tended severe wounds on men, women, and children without batting an eyelash. Some of the injuries she’d seen would have sent a few he knew to lose their lunch.
Again? Really? You’re gonna use up all of our supplies, ya know. Despite the intended joke there was a merit of truth to it, and the corners of his mouth rose in a small smile. He sat where she told him to, his over six foot mass causing the cot to groan in protest.
What am I going to do with you? Husher was respectful and on another day he might have been more creative. What do you want to do with me? He might have answered automatically, his eyebrows lifting once suggestively though had would not have been serious. However, he said nothing along the lines – he was exhausted, and his mind was still back out in the field. A residual mentality he had adopted whenever he lost someone, leaving him distracted and withdrawn for days.
Instead, he shrugged his shoulders. It hurt the gashes in his arm, but he’d had far worse and despite the pain his threshold had not even begun to be challenged. He was there to stop losing blood, and because Lara Said So. The Italian Terror was not a woman he wanted to tangle with … she had spatulas.
“Take pity and sew me up hopefully,” he said affably and looked to his wound. Without care he flicked open his hunting knife and sliced through the filthy bandage. The dried blood and dirt held the fabric in place, and he stripped it away casually – causing the deep gauges to bleed again. He balled up the bindings and eyed the small waste bin, calculated, and tossed it in from across the room. The ball landed with a light rustle amongst the other rubbish and he shifted on the cot to give Delilah the obvious access to the injury she needed.
“How are things going in here?” he asked conversationally.
Shapeshifter White Bengal Tiger + Giant Golden-Crowned Flying FoxRogueMedic
INVENTORY
Skills
Healing, Strength, Vision
Weapons
Persian Style Knife
Items
Custom Medic's Kit - Rubbing Alcohol, Big Rolls of Gauze, Medical Tape, Small Bandages, Large Bandages, Three Rags, Stitching Needle, Thread, Chloroform, Wooden Tongue Depressor, Forceps, Stethoscope, Disinfectant Spray
Post by Delilah Harper on Jan 28, 2015 2:06:56 GMT -5
In the back of her head Delilah always found the man sitting before her to be quite attractive. Quite buff and certainly a macho man. That was a quality trait that was a must when it came to finding some kind of interest in a man. The Fallen Hunter was a little too serious for her taste, though. Without consciously thinking about it Delilah was always comparing men to her former Husband outside of the Menagerie. Never out loud has the Fallen Medic ever told anyone that her husband was the cause for her capture. No matter how hard she tried to forget it that memory was glued on tight.
'Take pity and sew me up hopefully.' Hearing him say that made her laugh a bit. Delilah watched as Husher took off his bandages with a bit of a cringe. The sight itself was not a big deal since the Fallen Medic has seen many gruesome injuries. It was the fact that there were better ways to take off the bandage. At this point she knew Husher well enough that if he was going to do something that there was nothing she could do to stop him. This would explain why this was the third time in a short span that had Delilah tending to his wounds.
Sitting on the chair Delilah was previously seated she turned toward her Medical Kit that was placed on the table next to the two Fallen and rummaged to find what she was looking for. 'How are things going in here,' she heard him ask as she grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag. That was a question that was rarely asked in her tent. Delilah was not even sure how to respond. Opening the cap of the bottle of rubbing alcohol she put the rag on top of the bottle and turned it sideways to allow the alcohol to soak into it. "Things are rough as always. Due to the drop in temperature I've had a lot less patients to take care of. A small blessing from God so to speak."
Delilah put the bottle back onto the table and closed the cap on top of it with the same hand. "This is going to sting. You know the drill," she warned. As light as possible she patted the wound with the rag. Quickly, it started to become sticky as the blood mixed into the rag. The Fallen Medic tried to make sure every inch of the wound had been touched by the rubbing alcohol. "By the way, before I forget to say. There are definitely heroes in here. Just was easier to distract her from impulsively diving into danger." When she finished patting the wound Delilah put the rag back on the table and grabbed a good amount of gauze to bandage over the gash. "Thank you for everything you've done. Glad to have you in the Fallen."
Due to the drop in temperature I’ve had a lot less patients, what the heck did temperature have to do with injuries? In the Hunter’s experience it didn’t matter what kind of weather was outside, the only thing that changed was the nature of the injuries. It’s why he always felt so bad for the medics … they never caught a break. Maybe it was that less came in for heat exhaustion, he reasoned and nodded politely. He was sure there was plenty that went on in a med tent he didn't understand.
Husher then watched the woman grab the alcohol and blinked. His wound was filthy and needed through cleaning; hot water, iodine, and a scrub brush was usually his way of getting out all the nitty gritties. Especially with wounds this deep, then the alcohol could more thoroughly reach the trauma to rule out infection. Hurt like a bitch but Husher’d had little choice in the field. This way was a waste of alcohol and would take forever. He sighed inwardly; maybe she’s out of cleaning supplies, he thought doubtfully but said nothing. It would do the job.
The cool liquid touched the surface of his skin and burned instantly - it was not long before his entire upper arm was on fire. He ignored it, distracting himself by mentally going over the rounds he was to do that evening. There was that train car door that needed some work for Beth, and he’d promised to regale a story from his time in the corps at the fire tonight. There are definitely heroes in here. His head turned to her in surprise. How had she known what he was thinking? His blue-grey eyes assessed her a moment before he turned away dismissively. He didn’t think she was telepathic, and left it at coincidence. He didn’t do well with praise either, but managed a tight nod in response to her thanks.
“Looks like we have a lot of new people headed in,” he said lightly changing their focus. “That girl was too inexperienced to be out quite yet. She got off easy. Hopefully more Scouts will be back soon so Tomas isn't forced to send youngsters out. He hates doing that.” But it had to be done. Tomas wasn't about to send complete children out to Scout and, likely, the girl had a shift suited to it. She just needed to learn.
Shapeshifter White Bengal Tiger + Giant Golden-Crowned Flying FoxRogueMedic
INVENTORY
Skills
Healing, Strength, Vision
Weapons
Persian Style Knife
Items
Custom Medic's Kit - Rubbing Alcohol, Big Rolls of Gauze, Medical Tape, Small Bandages, Large Bandages, Three Rags, Stitching Needle, Thread, Chloroform, Wooden Tongue Depressor, Forceps, Stethoscope, Disinfectant Spray
Post by Delilah Harper on Jan 28, 2015 17:24:00 GMT -5
Looking at the wound on Husher's arm there was a bit of frustration in the back of her mind. Only using alcohol did not do as well as she would have prefered to clean a wound. Since it was the Menagerie all supplies were low, especially medical aid. Outside of the Dome things were quite different for Delilah. Back in Michigan she was a Stay At Home Wife with no Medical training at all. With time in the Menagerie she did not feel connected as a Hunter or a Scout. Being a Medic was a lot more comfortable and it felt like she was helping people to the best of her ability. Of course there was a lot for her to learn still, but no Medical School was going to fall right into her lap.
The Fallen's main water source has always been from the Oasis which is mainly used only for drinking. Quite a big amount of Fallen were brought to her tent just so they could get out of the sun. Heat exhaustion was brutal during the Summer. It was Autumn and it felt like Winter was going to approach soon which would give them a small opportunity to have more access to water if it snows. Every year they took the snow that fell and boiled it to purify it. There was always very, very little snow so it was something to take advantage of. At the moment she had two small buckets of hot water. One was for the rags and the other was for the needles. Delilah put the gauze in plain view so she could grab it when needed.
With a plunk Delilah put the rag in the water and pulled out a soaked rag to mop as much of the excess bleeding. The most she had at the moment was another dry rag and repeated the alcohol on the rag process. This time Delilah did it a little bit harder. Another plunk in the water another rag went. Luckily, since she had just used thread and needle to stitch up the previous patient's wound the string was readily available. In the bucket of water Delilah pulled out a needle which was as sterilized as possible. "This is going to hurt. Sorry."
Just as if she was sewing something Delilah had to stab through the skin with the strongest string the Fallen had and began to stitch him up. When Husher mentioned that a lot of new people were coming in Delilah instinctively nodded her head in agreement. Intentional or not it felt to Delilah that Husher was backing her up in a way to what she discussed with the young girl. "It's a shame that we have to send children to do adult work. Such a loss of innocence so fast." As carefully as possible she stitched Husher up the best she could.
As the final thread went through it was good enough to hold the wound in place to close it up. With one hand Delilah swiftly grabbed a small pair of scissors and cut off the excess string. Delilah put the scissors back down and grabbed the gauze. The Fallen Medic had to be careful not to use too much since this was one of the Medical supplies to go quickly. Not too tight Delilah wrapped the gauze around just enough to cover the wound and a good inch above and below it. Picking up the scissors once more Delilah cut off the unneeded gauze from the rest of the roll. Due to the slickness of the water beforehand it helped keep the gauze down giving her time to grab the medical tape and cut off pieces to wrap around it. Delilah cut off a decent amount of tape which held down gauze nicely. "All done!"
Through the cleaning and stitching Husher’s focus was firmly on the wall and his next orders of business as Delilah was finishing up. He sighed inwardly. If he was to do rounds tonight he was going to have to get some shut eye in. He hated sleeping the afternoon away, but knew he would be restless through the night if he didn’t at least make his normal circuit around the camp this evening. He’d been gone a few days and wanted to check on Akane, Cole, and a few others.
If he hadn’t been caught by Lara and ordered to the Medic, he’d have headed over to Akane and Slan’s car first thing. She was coming into her third trimester, and despite her attempts at a stiff upper lip, his daughter was getting nervous about the baby.
As a result of his reflections, Delilah's comment was answered with a somewhat distracted nod from the Hunter. When she snipped the string and attached the bandage he snapped back with a slight shake of his head and turned to her with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry,” he said with the attempt at a gruff laugh. It came out tired instead, and he shifted his arm and lifted it to look the bandage over. He nodded to himself as he stood. It was good work, it would hold up. Delilah’s stitches always did.
“Thank you,” he said as his hand went to the back of his neck and rubbed. “I’d say I’ll try and keep out of here, but I don’t make it a habit to promises things I can’t keep,” he admitted in a light left-handed apology.
Shapeshifter White Bengal Tiger + Giant Golden-Crowned Flying FoxRogueMedic
INVENTORY
Skills
Healing, Strength, Vision
Weapons
Persian Style Knife
Items
Custom Medic's Kit - Rubbing Alcohol, Big Rolls of Gauze, Medical Tape, Small Bandages, Large Bandages, Three Rags, Stitching Needle, Thread, Chloroform, Wooden Tongue Depressor, Forceps, Stethoscope, Disinfectant Spray
Post by Delilah Harper on May 14, 2015 16:05:55 GMT -5
A smile crept up on Delilah's face when hearing Husher say thank you. Plenty of people have showed their appreciation to the Fallen Medic in the past. Delilah figured that hearing it from such a heroic man showed that all her hard work through the years was worth it. "It certainly would be wrong for me to force you into a promise. All I can do is tell you to be a little more careful," she said in a cheerful tone. Standing up now Delilah reached both arms upward and pulled her neck back to do a little bit of a stretch to release the tension from being in such a stiff position for so long. From all the amount of patients Delilah had seen throughout the day it began to wear down on her as well.
Another Fallen Medic walked through the tent to relieve her from her duties just at the right time. "Well, I guess you're my last patient of the day. Feel free to rest here for a little while before heading back out," she stated to Husher. Before getting a chance to clean everything up the other Fallen Medic offered to clean up everything for her so that Delilah could leave as soon as possible. "Thank you so much," she vocalized to her comrade. Before making her exit Delilah ruffled Husher's hair a bit with a giggle. "Be good or be good at it, my love." And with that she left the tent to go back to her train cart to take a long much needed nap.