Stray currently stood in the kitchen, munching on a sandwhich he knew wasn't his, but ate anyway. After a short while, halfway through the chicken, salad, and sauces, he hears a very grumpy sounding grumble from behind him. He freezes as he licks his thumb, eyes going wide as he holds the evidence of his crime in his hands. This was your sandwhich he was eating, and by Stray's gut feeling, you didn't seem very pleased.
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Grrr Experiment Ellwyn, context below the cut at the bottom.
@sgt-artemis-owl-riley
Open rp experiment au
The white, pristine hallways glimmer against the young creatures eyes, making him hiss as he's walked down the hallways to his cell. "Hrr.." Ellwyn grumbles and walks on all fours, limbs stretched out to fit one of a maned wolf's, skin black at the paws and reaching a tan on his upper legs and torso. His tail sways slowly as he walks, ears perked up as he's walked to his cell, a bucket of meat scraps waiting for him inside. His main caretaker, a man he named Fergie in his head, opens the door and taps Ellwyn inside, letting the hybrid grab the food and take it to his spot in the srub forest replica. He lies down with a grunt, chewing on the meat gently while watching 'Fergie' leave, locking the door and waving bye to Ellwyn.
A short half hour goes by, and Ellwyn perks up at his name from his nap in the tall grass, poking his head up to see a few people at his cage glass, talking about his abilities and what he likes, dislikes, etc. Ellwyn slowly lays back down, huffing loudly through the room, making a small bark/woofing noise at them, standing up and walking over, leaning on the glass a little.
Context/ideology of the experiment au
(He in this case is Ellwyn)
So I don't have a bg or base idea, but my idea is just that he's a test tube kind of experiment and had his DNA adjusted to fit with a canine's DNA, having a different name to match his ferocity, and so on. But the kind of base/adoption centre vibe is just that the creatures that were made around the same time as eachother have separate sections of the campus (?) And hallways defining the breeds/DNA types (human x canine, human x mammal, etc). And you walk down the halls like a dog pound, looking over the hybrids, and they're all kind of available for transitioning to a different person's care, like the black market ig. Anyway, all the animals are in a white hallway, dark brown wooden floors, and their 'cages' are just a hole in the wall, strong glass between the creatures and the scientists, and a metal door with a two-part system, like a horses stable if that makes sense? Half splitable doors yk? But overall the science labs and stuff are all for scientists, research, and the animals are fed daily, alongside having cages suited for their breed. Snake hybrids would have trees and burrows, leaves on the floor, etc. Just an example. And they get injected with a blue vial every morning after being fed, just to keep them tame and unable to go rogue in a sense. Like try and bite/attack/escape, like a vial of thought-altering liquid gets injected into their neck after their meals, and they get sent to check-ups monthly to see their improvements or downfalls. Okay that's a yap.
Questions in the comments!!
Also this is the noise he makes ⬇️⬇️
https://youtu.be/jce6oXHQTpI
Hopefully that works? If not google maned wolf bark
(Dagger is an injured avian freshly escaping his old team)
[Dagger had been flying for hours, hoping to lose his teammates who’d been following him. It was about 4 am when he crashed next to another base, wings torn and mangled. The thud could be easily heard on the quiet bass]
Jett was on a roll! Today was most of the bases annual medical checkups, and he had been busy ALL DAY. Right now was his one break, and he was walking a bit outside to get that smell of alcohol out of his nose.
And then he heard something.
A small sound, like a cat or some animal.
He probably looked like a madman, walking around the source of the noise several times, looking for the animal.
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Rye wasn't much of a drinker. She enjoyed a few glasses now and then but the last thing she needed was to add drinking to her list of bad habits. Hell, she was trying to slow down her smoking now that she had something worth living for. Her pa would be proud if he knew.
But she couldn't deny the enjoyable feeling the golden-hued liquid gave her. Making her cracked aching bones feel lighter, less heavy, and burdened with injuries.
This wasn’t the normal dive bar either, it seemed there was mix of specialist, companies, people. The hum of laughter and glasses clinking. It was nice. A good change from the normal slum of days. A new chance to meet people.
Shout, laughter, whispers bubbled around her. Some woman, likely past her limit, singing some Disney Song.
“It’s a mad house in here…”
But a small smile was on her lips.
Hope this opening is okay still getting use to writing them
⁀➷ names soap, but ye already ken tha’. donnae call me johnny if ye favor havin’ a tongue (LT'll come after ye). can call me sergeant or mactavish but donnae overdue it less ye wanna sound like cap or me maw.
⁀➷ 30 years old an countin’! i ken i got shot by ol’ mak, but contrary to popular belief, i survived. an i got a cool wee scar to prove it, too. donnae worry, though. i'll get my revenge.
⁀➷ i work for the best force in t’e WORLD. SAS elites, baby. team is so-so. gaz is a pain in the arse (so am i, though), ghost broods too much, and cap complains aboot his fuckin’ knee pain like no tomorrow. wouldnae change a thing, though. tha’s my family.
THE MUN.
Hi! my name is Kaz, I'm 24 years old, and I go by they/them pronouns!
While I'm brand new to the tumblr roleplay community, i have been roleplaying on instagram, facebook, twitter, and discord for a very long time. But please bear with me as i figure all of this out!
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• minors do not interact. nothing against the minor community, i’m just personally not comfortable interacting.
• if i see you use any form of AI (writing, drawing, etc) you will be blocked.
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• i’m more of a short form roleplayer, so if you are looking to roleplay with me i might get overwhelmed if the starter/responses nudge into long form/novella! that being said, i do have my moments where i will write a lot, but i tend to prioritize short form as it prevents the possibility of me getting mentally exhausted and just ignoring the thread completely.
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