C A G E D {{hybrid}} version 2 - accepting - OPEN!

[♥Princess of Lions♥]

((Anyone who wants to roleplay with Serena can be the figure and reply to this post :) ))

~Serena~

A gentle swirl of wind drifted over the sand, blowing a handful of the microscopic rocks over Serena’s cheek. She was laying sprawled out on her back, one arm resting over her stomach and the other outstretched in the sand, as if reaching for something that wasn’t there. Her breathing shuttered for a moment, the gills on her neck writhing. The extreme heat and dryness of the desert and sand was irritating her gills for Serena was much better off in cooler, or at least wetter climates.

Her lips were dried and cracking, the elegant paleness of her cheek already reddening with sunburn. Little bits of sand settled among her long dark eyelashes and tiny droplets of sweat formed above her eyebrows.

The purple haired girl slowly opened her eyes, immediately squinting from the bright sun. The world seemed to spin around her and she slowly sat up, blinking a few times and taking in her surroundings. The faint form of a boy was visible in the distance and Serena leaned a bit forward, looking towards the hazy image. In that moment, everything came rushing back to her. The dome, her friends, everything. The last thing she remembered was removing Alisa’s baby, and then it all went blank.

Where was she? Was she freed somehow? Serena squinted a bit harder looking to the figure in the distance, and she recognized those adorable bobcat ears atop the boy’s head. “Alex!” she cried out, her heartbeat speeding up as a wide smile spread across her lips. Stumbling to her feet, Serena ran towards the distant shadow, but did not seem to get any closer. She stopped after a minute, leaning over to catch her breath and rub her eyes. They were sore from the sun, and her head was still pounding.

When she looked back up, the figure was gone. Was it just a hallucination? Serena looked all around and cupped her hands around her mouth. “ALEX!” she cried out, hearing nothing in response. She spun around, looking left and right, pushing her hair back and looking again. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. Where was everyone? What happened?

Serena dropped to her knees and clutched her forehead, rubbing her temples. She felt a familiar lump in the bottom of her throat, but she had no tears to cry for she had already begun to dehydrate. “Alex..” she whispered to the sand. Was she released? Why would the scientists just let her go? What about Alex, and all the other hybrids? If she truly had been set free, she would have to go back and save them. Her breathing quickened as the thought crossed her mind, what if the war had begun and she wasn’t ready, so they let her out but sent the others to fight? Her stomach churned at this thought. Now Blake she didn’t give a worry about. Serena was confident he could fight for himself and survive. But Alex, sweet, gentle Alex, he gave in too easily to the scientists. He didn’t seem to have much confidence in himself, and Serena worried he would too easily lose hope during battle.

Serena pressed her palms to her eyelids, trying to keep her eyes from drying out. Alex had been injured when she last left him, so there was no way he could go to war. But..how long ago had that been? Had it been long enough for him to heal? The thought of Alex being thrown into a battlefield with all sorts of fighting..it made Serena want to puke. She clutched her stomach and leaned over, trying to steady her shaky breathing as the world around her spun in circles. Her head continued to throb, more thoughts and worries producing themselves. What of Alisa? Would they make her fight, after she had just lost her baby? More than that, what of the baby? Had it even survived? It didn’t make sense, why would Serena be released when she was the best hybrid doctor the scientists ever had? If anything, wouldn’t they have taken her to war to use her to tend the injured soldiers? Surely her medical skills held value.

Serena took a deep breath, steadying herself and trying to keep calm. She needed to find out what was going on, and more importantly she needed to get to Alex. That poor boy had seemed so miserable before Serena arrived, there was no way she would let him return to that if he was still trapped in the dome. And if they really had gone to war without her, well Serena would show up and bring hell with her to save Alex and the others.

Standing to her feet, Serena licked her lips, trying to wet them. She picked a random direction and her pupils narrowed to her catlike features, her legs rippling as she prepared to run. It would be dangerous to use so much energy into her speed, especially when she had no known sources of water, but at this point she didn’t really care. She knew she was panicking, she didn’t even want to know how Alex probably felt right now. Serena would rather dehydrate than allow Alex to suffer any longer. Who knew how long she had been unconscious? She had to get back to the dome and find out where he was.

And with that, Serena was gone, a cloud of dust and sand blown up into the air from where she once stood as she ran through the desert with her cheetah speed. She was definitely a lot slower than her usual fastest ability, slowed by the sand and strain on her body. “Alex!” she called out, her voice a bit weak as she ran through the desert. As she rounded a sizable hill, she saw a figure in the distance. Reverting to her usual self, Serena made sure her gills were closed up as she jogged towards the person. Even if it wasn’t Alex, perhaps whoever it was could help her figure out what was going on.

[Metronome]

.

[Metronome]

Name: Marceline "Marcy" Eberhart
Age: 28
Gender: Female
DNA: 15% machine

Days in Dome:2

Number:3

Skills/Powers: Marcy was injected with self duplicating nanobots that dwell in her bloodstream. They function as a system diagnostic tool, targeting disease and injury to help heal and/or destroy it. The nanobots, cleverly named "technocytes", can also come to the surface of the skin to form a smooth, hard, form fitting armor that is chrome in appearance.

This armor allows for flexibility, which is great, because that's one of Marcy's strong points. She's a skilled fighter, relying on her speed and agility rather than her physical strength. The armor doesn't weight her down, and allows her to wear just about anything she pleases into a fight.

Physical Description: Marcy is a simple woman with a pleasant face. Her skintone is a pale olive, her hair dark brown. Her eyes are a hazel color.
Her style of dress is typically pretty casual. T-shirts, jeans, sneakers. As mentioned before, she doesn't really have to worry about body armor, so she's gotten pretty used to wearing whatever she wants in the field. It comes in handy when she doesn't want to appear conspicuous.

Personality: A pretty laid back woman, Marcy doesn't really buy into the whole "evil scientist" routine that so many of her co-workers have going. Maybe it's because her parents loved her as a child. Marcy has a dry sense of humor, one that's half sarcasm and half timing. She's pretty generous to her friends, those that she has, because she doesn't really have a whole lot else to give to. She'll come over and help you move or remember your birthdays, that kind of thing.

History:

Marceline was born a pretty average kid. She was the daughter of an inventor and a cybernetics expert, a match made in heaven. Her parents worked on several projects together, the technocytes being one of the many. However, as their funds grew low, they started getting involved in some sketchy deals to keep the lights on. They sold some tech to some guys they didn't exactly do a background check on, and the next thing they knew, the crooks were demanding more.

When Marcy's mother and father refused to deliver, the men had them kidnapped and taken to their boss to 'reconsider'. In a last minute stroke of panicked genius, Marcy's father left his daughter with a chip that had all of their projects stored on it and burned the rest before being captured. Marcy was instructed to take the chip and find a family friend that lived in the next state over, someone who would take her in and keep her parents' work safe.

Marcy never saw her mother and father after that, but somehow, the generic villains found out about the chip and intercepted her before she got to her destination. They looked through the stuff on the chip and found that most of the stuff on it was crap, written in gobbledegook and half baked ideas that only a rocket scientist could make heads or tails of. The technocyte project was the only thing that was complete. So they went to the scientists at the original Dome to create these tiny machines and used Marcy as a test subject.

For the first couple weeks after the injections, it looked like the project was a bust. Marcy was kept in their lab for observation, against her will of course, until the technocytes showed their true potential and she used them to escape. Marceline remained on the run until her early twenties, when she met a Spetznaz reject by the name of Sasha Belov. She was captured by the mad scientists once again, and Sasha, one of their technology manufacturers, was put in charge of running tests on the techocytes in her system.

Marcy instantly resented anyone who could work for such an evil organization, until she learned his reasons for doing so. She felt kind of bad for the guy, and together, they discovered an odd but effective treatment for Sasha's illness: blood transfusions with nanobot latent blood. The technocytes were able to target and destroy the diseased cells in Sasha's body, but because they were designed specifically for Marcy's system, they quickly died. This meant that transfusions had to be performed regularly to keep Sasha healthy.

But this also meant that he no longer needed to work for the scientists. The two escaped, starting a partnership as soldiers for hire. It wasn't until a few years later that they would try to come back to the Dome and destroy it, ultimately failing.

[InfectedHau]

Dominique Lucero
Female||Basilisk/Roadrunner||Tagged: Serena

Dominique's eyes snapped open, and she sprung to her feet, looking around to see where she'd gotten dropped this time. After a week in the lab, her mental map of the dome was a little fuzzy, and her sense of direction was all out of whack. There was sand and cacti aplenty, which was pretty much par for the course, but didn't help much to determine where she was. Not that it mattered, she just liked to know.

As she stood there, tapping the ground with one frilled, birdlike talon, slitting pupils fluctuating in size as the adjusted to the harsh desert sun, she took a moment to reflect on her latest escape attempt. It was rather brilliant, if she did say so herself, sticking the EKG leads to a dead rat she'd found, then laying out the guards that had come to collect her supposedly dead body. It was brilliant, and it would have worked, too, if those hallways weren't so blasted short. It was impossible for Dominique to build up any sort of momentum in the lab, which of course meant she was almost completely at the mercy of anyone she encountered along the way. Which, this time, had been one of the domestics. How anyone could willingly submit to this torture Dominique would never know, but they did, and gods above were they annoying because of it. This one had somehow gotten their mutant mitts on a tranq gun, so it wasn't long before Domo was being dragged back to her cage, trying not to drool on herself, to endure yet another cycle of tests. Any normal person probably would have just given up and gone along with it after that many tries, but Domo wasn't most people.

Continuing with her self-appointed task of taking stock of the situation, Domo began scanning the horizon, and was surprised to see a cloud of dust on the horizon, quickly moving closer to her position. Someone out there was running, and running fast. Not as fast as her, of course, she was the fastest around, but still pretty dang fast. The last experiment cycle was over, so it probably wasn't another domestic, which made Dominique a lot more comfortable about talking to the figure when it finally came to a stop.

"Hola, chica!" Dominique called out, waving a hand in greeting to the figure, which she just realized was female. "You just wake up too? Where we at, huh?"

[superirl202]

(( Ahh you nija'd me XD ))

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

Marc Bera~19~50% Human, 45% Tiger, 5% Pheonix~Number 4 ~Tags:Serena,Dominique

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

PARAGRAPHWhen Marc awoke, the first thing he became aware of was the heat. Hot, blistering, blessed heat. Then came the sand. Tiny particles that invaded any space, no matter how small, coating everything in a fine layer. He blinked his eyes open, and he stared into a landscape that seemed to shimmer with gold. Golden rays reflecting off golden sand, shades of fiery gold ever changing as the gentle wind bathed the land.
PARAGRAPHAt first, Marc was tempted to call this place home. Or...not quite home. Almost home. He had lived not far from a desert with his parents before he ran away. Maybe....maybe the past few months were just a dream. A terrible, awful dream. He could just get up now, and walk back home.
PARAGRAPHBut...that wasn't right either. As his groggy mind cleared, it brought up faces- faces that had begun to lodge themselves inside his heart, right next to his Māṁ and Pitā. How could imaginary people be so close to his heart? Marc groaned and rolled over, revealing a bright blue sky to his tired eyes. Sparse white clouds lazily drifted by; providing no cover for the sun to hide behind. A small smile tugged at Marc's lips. He had missed the sun like this. He didn't think he would have; but he did. It was familiar, this heat.
PARAGRAPHMarc picked himself off of the ground, and gazed across the landscape, his mind starting to remember the events of the past month or so. The dome, Alisa, Rose...but, how did he get here? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was standing in the mountainous forest, talking to a girl...and then, nothing. A low snarl built in his chest as Marc grew frustrated with his memory loss.
PARAGRAPHCould they have just let him go? No- his inner voice snarled at him. It wouldn't have been that easy. So, this must have been some sort of game the scientists are playing. But why here? So close to Marc's adoptive home? The more Marc stood in the blistering sands of the desert, the more sure he was that this was the desert not half an hour away from the house his parents had bought in the states. Secluded. That was why they had moved so close to the desert in Arizona. And because it was reminiscent of home, with its heat at least. Marc didn't think anything could recreate the lovely spiciness of India.
PARAGRAPHBut it was all just speculation- Marc knew that. This could have easily been any desert anywhere in the world. And as he came to that conclusion, Marc pushed all fanciful thinking about home out of his mind. He needed to be alert, not thinking of things that could never be.
PARAGRAPHHe stood a bit taller in the sun, and turned his mind to looking over his own well being at the moment. He didn't seem to be harboring any bruises or cuts as far as he could tell, but he noted with frustration that being left without the means to shave had taken its toll. A fine layer of fur covered his body, orange and black fading to white in some spaces; and effectively covered any small wounds he might have had. While this may have been welcome in the cool mountains, or in the shadowy forest where his stripes would be useful; in this desert it was more of a hindrance than a help. The only thing Marc could think of was that it would protect his skin from prolonged sun exposure. But, over all satisfied that he was as healthy as could be allowed given the circumstances, Marc shifted his focus to his surroundings.
PARAGRAPHThere wasn't much to see. There were no trees to divide the endless landscape, only sand, rocks, and the occasional hill. His eyes scanned the landscape, while his ears remained trained to pick up any sound. He was determined to find the best course of action that would allow him to find Rose.
PARAGRAPHRose- where was she? Was she all right? And all at once, the worry Marc had been suppressing came flooding in. He had to find Rose- he had to protect her. The young woman was either left in the forested dome- or dumped out here. And either way, Marc was determined to make his way back to help her.
PARAGRAPHHis eyes had just flitted past a hill when he saw it- a streak of purple. At least, he thought it was purple. He couldn't quite tell the color- he had never been good with colors- but he could tell that it clashed against the golden sand. And then, the blob of abnormal color revealed itself to be a person- well, a person's hair. A mix of relief and apprehension filled Marc, as he tried to gauge weather this figure was friend or foe. The figure was running a little ways off, and as his eyes followed it- he saw that the odd-colored one was running towards another figure. Deciding to throw caution into the wind for now, Marc slowly approached the two figures. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the dry, hot air, and called out,
PARAGRAPH"Who are you?

[♥Princess of Lions♥]

~Serena~

Serena skidded to a halt, coughing a few times from the sand that was blown up into her face. She kept her gills tightly shut to hide them. Serena didn't care if people saw her purple hair, purple eyes, long cheetah tail, or even the slitted pupils that formed when Serena let her feline senses take over. But her gills..they were just too weird. She had met many a hybrid throughout her time in the dome, and not a single one of them had gills like she did. Even among other freaks of nature such as herself, Serena still managed to stand out as a freak of the freaks. Not even Alex knew she had gills, or at least she was pretty sure he didn't know. Her neck and throat burned excruciatingly from the dust, sand, and blazing hot sun beating down over her. As the dust finally began to settle, Serena's hair drifted down around her and her pupils returned to normal.

Long purple hair curled elegantly around the teenagers face and her eyes were full of love and care. Her skin had been a beautiful rosy pale but was now bright red and burning from the beating hot sun. Her full lips were dry and cracking, her shoulders slightly slumped. She wore a simple pink tanktop and pants that had been torn to be shorts, one leg a good inch longer than the other miscut by mistake. She was barefooted but her feet seemed in pretty good condition, as if she hadn't done much shoe wearing at all in her life. When Serena was finally standing still before the other girl, she took a moment just to stare at her a bit dumbly. She was trying to recall if she had known this girl and just forgotten her when she got her concussion, but her face really didn't ring a bell. A moment of silence passed, and it almost seemed like Serena wasn't going to answer the girl's questions.

"Oh..it's a desert," she responded, clearly a bit dazed and hazy. Although she had a high pain tolerance, Serena's petite stature made it rather easy to drug her up and even easier to give her too much. Her body wasn't used to handling so much chloroform, or whatever it was they used to knock the hybrids unconscious, so her recovery took a bit longer than it probably did for other hybrids who had begun building up a tolerance for it. Shaking her head, Serena registered the first part of what the girl had said to her. "You just woke up? Are we..still in the dome?" she asked, tilting her head with furrowed eyebrows. Serena's hand reached for her waist, feeling around before she remembered her bag wasn't there. She dropped her hand back to her side and jumped with a squeal as she heard another voice approaching from behind her.

Whirling around a little too fast, Serena stumbled backwards a bit, almost losing her footing and tumbling into Dominique but regaining her balance at the last second. Serena blinked and reached up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at Marc. "I'm Serena..I know you!" she said to him, leaning awkwardly close to him and staring up at his eyes as she tried to remember his name. She knew she had seen him before, he was one of Alisa's friends, wasn't he? Her concussion made everything fuzzy, and getting drugged to unconsciousness was not helping either.

[aura-]

┏━━━━━━━━━━━┓

poιnтleѕѕ cυrѕeѕ, nonѕenѕe verѕeѕ
yoυ'll ѕee pυrpoѕe ѕтarт тo ѕυrғace
aleхander нale
lanтern ѕнarĸ -
вoвcaт -
вarn owl -
eιgнтeen

┗━━━━━━━━━━━┛

Alex squinted his eyes as he looked around, the sun burning his eyes along with his skin. He was dressed in his plain black jeans along with his grey shirt he learned to love for how soft it was to him. The heat didn't really bother him as much as it should, maybe because the bobcat and owl in his over powered the little amount of shark he had in him. But that fish in him was screaming for water. his mouth got dry just thinking about water, he needed to find it.
his ears lowered as he continued in his random direction, his ears twitching when he heard his name, but ignoring it quickly assuming he was just hearing things. no one would be calling for him, why would they. Then it clicked. Serena. he needed to find her. water can wait for now, he needed to find Serena now. He then stopped walking and looked around, seeing if he could possibly see anyone. but all he saw where cacti and basically dead bushes. He let out an angry groan and headed off in the same direction he was walking in.
He had never tried this before but maybe he could track her down, by her smell of course. His bobcat could be fairly useful, he had never tried to find things by their smell so this will be new to him. He had always gotten used to the stronger smell of things, but if he really can pin point her scent he could find her. Now what did Serena smell like ? well she smelt lovely, sweeter than anything the forest had to offer, sweeter than flowers and plants. he couldn't quite describe her smell, but he could pick it out through the dry smells the desert had to offer.
He inhaled through his nose, closing his eyes. nothing. he stopped waking and took in another deep smell, Nothing again. Letting out another sigh, okay maybe that wasn't going to work. He was just about to give up when he finally caught the smell. His tail swayed happily and he closed his eyes, following the sweet smell. A small smile crept onto his face as he followed the smell, opening his eyes as he happily trotted through the desert.
It was hot, don't get me wrong. but now that Alex could find Serena he couldn't be more happy that he would be reunited with her. The more he walked the more he could smell other things, things he couldn't quite figure out. But the lingering smell of Serena kept him on her trail. He soon saw three figured before him, much to blurry to see who they where but he was positive one of the where Serena. And seeing a purple blur with a tail confirmed his assumption. He was hesitant to go over there with two other hybrids he didn't know but if serena was there they had to be nice. "S-Serena !" he called out to her, raising his left, non broken, arm and waving it

┏━━━━━━━━━━━┓

ғorgeт мy jealoυѕy,
yoυ ѕwallowed тнe deмonѕ
alyѕнa
ғennec ғoх
nιneтeen
doмeѕтιc нyвrιd

┗━━━━━━━━━━━┛

Alysha pushed herself up from her cot, stretching her arms above her head, her fluffy tail brushing against the cot. The desert wasn't going to bother her much. She was a fennec fox after all, they lived in the hot desert. She smiled happily and walked over to the list of hybrids that hung on the wall, reading off the names of the first group of hybrids aloud to herself "Alexander Hale, Dominique Lucero, and Rhianna Foxglove" this would somewhat easy. he knew Alex was submissive and is always willing to go into the lab, so that wasn't a problem. On the other hand Dominique was rather resilient, so maybe someone can go after her. but Rhianna, she suffered a rather bad injury from another hybrid so maybe she can go after her. Maybe she was weak, or strong, who knows. She might still be recovering from the fight so she should be rather easy. adjusting her dark blue tank top she left her quarters and headed out into the halls, where she passed a few scientists and other domestics who were probably still recovering from being knocked out, but Alysha was ready to go. She was full of energy and was ready to go get some hybrids.

[purpledirewolf2019]

Blake Collins /\ Male /\ 17 years old /\ 50% Human, 40% vampire bat, 10% kinkajou /\ Domestic /\ Tags: Alysha

Blake awoke with a groan. Even with his lack of sight, he knew he was on a bed in his room, although he would have preferred hanging upside down. He didn't exactly understand why he and the other domestics had to be drugged. It wasn't like they were going to try to escape, but he knew better than to argue. He sat up slowly, extended his wings carefully. Nothing hurt, so he figured someone was careful when they were moving him. The last thing he needed was to be grounded on his first weeks in the new dome because someone broke his wing or wings in transit. Figuring that he should be doing something productive, he fished for his MP3, one the scientists gave him, and started listening to the descriptions of the hybrids, in group order. They had even somehow provided him with audio of what their voices sounded like. Not all domestics got an MP3, but since he was legally blind, it was really the only way for him to learn the hybrids. Echolocation would help him find them. When he heard Rhianna's name in the first group, he sighed. She wouldn't come in easy. Alex didn't put up a fight the last time, but there was a new name. A new hybrid. Blake wondered if this new guy would be a hassle. With a shrug, he made his way out of his room and towards the entrance to the dome, although it seemed he wasn't the only domestic to do so. "Hello Alysha. You headed out too? Who are you going after?"

Rose Waters /\ Female /\ 15 years old /\ 50% Human, 25% chameleon, 25% cuttlefish /\ Number 2 /\ Open

Heat. That's what woke Rose up. She was really hot. As she opened her eyes, she saw sand and sky. This wasn't the forest where she had been for the last few weeks. She was in some sort of desert. As she looked down at herself, she gasped in surprise. She guessed her body was protecting her as it was almost pitch black. Although it made her hotter, at least her skin wasn't getting burnt. But now that she was awake, the color returned to its normal color, tan with some patches of squiggly stipes. Her mind was still fuzzy, but she stood up, taking a look around. Mostly sand, a few shrubs, and some rocks. Not really much of anything, but there had to be a reason the scientists chose here. She also noticed she could see any of the other hybrids. Marc. She needed to find him. What if he went feral again? She also didn't want to be on her own and Marc was like her big brother. However, most importantly, she needed water and she wasn't sure on how to find it. Any direction was a possibility to she just started walking. Maybe someone was nearby who can help her.

Dorak Maka /\ Male /\ 19 years old /\ 60% Human, 25% kangaroo, 15% platypus /\ Number 3 /\ Open

Dorak woke up comfortably. As he blinked himself into focus, he was shocked. He was in a desert! Maybe the past few months had only been a bad dream. Maybe he was back home in the Outback! Those thoughts were quickly squashed on. As he looked down at his feet, he could still see the shock anklet around his ankle. So they had just moved him to a new location. Great. But he'd show them. Even with his venom production inhibited, he was better suited to this environment than the forest. He was part kangaroo afterall. Plus, he knew all about desert survival from his six month solo experience in the outback. First thing was first, water. Where there were plants, there had to be water. So he started hopping, looking for an area with lots of plants.

[InfectedHau]

Dominique Lucero
Female||Basilisk/Roadrunner||Tagged: Serena, Marc, Alex

Dominique looked back and forth at the assembled hybrids, taking note of the fact that they all seemed to know each other. She remembered vaguely a conversation between two scientists about another dome, but she was too exhausted at the time to take much more than a passing interest. These guys must've known each other from there. "Yeah, y'all are still in the dome," She said to the purple-haired girl, "Probably a different one than you remember, though." As she talked, the hybrid took a second to give the girl a once over, trying to figure out what kind of hybrid she was. It was a game, of sorts, one she'd made up herself. The purple hair and eyes were wierd, but she wasn't sure what animal they might have come from. Butterfly, maybe, or one of those tropical fishes, which might also explain the bright red skin, unless this girl burned faster than a piece of kerosene-soaked paper. The tail was easier, cheetah, obviously. Happy that she was able to figure out at least one of the girl's crosses, Domo turned to the guy, answering his question next. "Name's Domo," She said, extending a scaly hand to him, and giving him the same summary glance. This guy was easy. Stripes, gold eyes, snout- he was tiger all the way. Not even much of a challenge, really.

"So, y'all must be new here, right?" Dominique asked, though there really wasn't much denying it. She'd been here longer than anyone, almost since they got the shield up, so she knew most of the hybrids who were already here. She'd definitely remember two who looked as strange as these. "You natural, or experimental?"

[superirl202]

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

Marc Bera~19~50% Human, 45% Tiger, 5% Pheonix~Number 4 ~Tags:Serena, Domo, Alex

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

PARAGRAPHMarc blinked and leaned backwards as the purple-haired hybrid, Serena, leaned in close to him. He didn't like being so close to someone- but he didn't want to show how uncomfortable he was, so he refrained from taking a step back. But her words further cleared some of the fog from his mind, and he recalled the image of her back at his old camp. He couldn't help the wave of relief at the memory from flooding in, drowning some of his uneasiness.
PARAGRAPHhe nodded, before confirming Serena's statement"I think we met briefly back at Alisa's camp." As he spoke, he realized just how dry his throat was, making his words scratchy and harsher than usual. Before he could ponder this further, the other hybrid spoke up, and Marc took a welcome step away from Serena's close proximity. He turned his golden eyes to the hybrid that addressed them, assessing her. Tanned skin spotted with scales, feathers woven into dark hair, scaly legs, bird-like feet- Marc's assessment was brief, and he came to the conclusion that she was a bird-reptile hybrid, the specifics of which Marc didn't bother to think about.
PARAGRAPHShe held out her hand, and Marc stared at it a moment before remembering he was supposed to shake it. Internally growling at himself for forgetting this, he reached out and shook her hand with his own, making sure that his claws were retracted. Her scaly hand was rough against his padded one, but not unpleasant, just...different. "Marc,"he grumbled as he clasped her hand, and once the formalities were out of the way, he dropped it and took a step backwards. It was a lame attempt at gaining space- especially since he had been the one to approach these two. But as much as he was yearning for some solitary time, he recognized the benifits of banding together in an unknown environment- especially since Domo seemed to know what was going on.
PARAGRAPHMarc wasn't too thrilled about the confirmation of still being in the dome, although he hadn't expected anything less. frowning slightly to himself, he refocused on the people at hand- and realized Domo was speaking again.
PARAGRAPH"So, y'all must be new here, right?" Marc nodded in confirmation, arms rising and crossed over his wide chest. "You natural, or experimental?" Marc briefly considered not answering, but decided against it. If he was to avoid making enemies, he should probably play nice. On the inside, he grimaced at this thought- he was never really any good at that- and wished that Rose was here. She'd know how to deal with people.
PARAGRAPH"I've always been this way."Marc replied as he shrugged, and then turned his gaze to Domo, trying to capture her eyes with his. "you?" Before the new hybrid could reply, Marc's ears swiveled, catching another sound. One clearly out of place in the desert. "Someone's coming....They're calling your name Serena."He stated, turning to the purple-haired girl.