The Same Goal; rp

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    Coming together is a beginning.


    Working together is success.


    Currently

    The animals are going about a normal day. It's around noon, and everyone has been given their one daily meal. This is also an 'open facility' day, in which the owners have opened up the property for the wealthy and reserved to secretly view their animals. There have been shows going on all day in the amphitheater, and clients are allowed to browse the enclosures.


    Setting

    This ECP facility is a large one, however run down and shady. Most of the larger animals are kept in outdoor enclosures of straw, dirt, grass, or concrete with others of their kind, save for the especially aggressive ones that are kept separately. There is a building where food is grown/prepared, and all the business is done. The back of it is filthy, while the front is kept tidy and clean for visitors and buyers. Beside the main building is an amphitheater, covered in netting and carefully closed off so no animals can escape, fly away, etc. There are various shows and demonstrations held here and is the trick ponies' most familiar area. There is also plenty of fenced off land which they also use to demonstrate animals or potential buyers, though they will often pack animals up to set up a roadside zoo nearby or deliver animals straight to buyers.

    It is midsummer, and in these California hills that means dry heat. Temperatures are around 80 or 90F during the day, and 50F at night.


    Links

    Sign Ups: here

    Plotting: here

    It was a warm, humid day. Flies buzzed around Volodya's eyes, and the giant golden tiger blinked lazily and flicked his tail against his side to scare the pests away. He was stretched out to his full length on the dusty ground of the main photography area, several humans crouched around him, some with their hands cautiously rested on his back and others not brave enough to touch him at all. It was a day much like any other, one where he posed as a photo prop and not much more. The main humans were in a good mood today at least, and Volodya was behaving well, so he had a bucket of fresh water sitting nearby and a stripped cow bone to gnaw on. But, of course, he wasn't allowed to touch them while the visitors were posing with him. The cameras clicked and the humans giggled nervously; the tiger could smell the uneasiness rolling off of each of them.

    Suddenly, the chain attached to his neck rattled as the human standing next to the camera person pulled on it. "Smile!" they chirped, showing their own teeth to the tiger. When he didn't respond right away, the human shook the chain again more harshly and repeated the request. Volodya huffed lazily, then yawned wide to show off his magnificent, 3 inch canines. The little humans sitting around him shrieked in delight or fear, and the cameras clicked some more as the other humans standing nearby 'ooo'd and 'aaah'd. It was a pathetic performance on his part, but if it satisfied the two-legged ones, so be it.

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    Lomasi stood in her small, bare pen where the horses and other hooved creatures were kept, happily munching on a carrot. There was a small group of humans stood in front of her gate talking with each other. They were very oddly dressed: their clothes had hardly a speck of dirt on them, and their hair was covered in a weirdly smelling substance that made it look shiny and wet. But Lomasi didn't care too much; they had given her the carrot, after all.

    "Unorthodox Dreamer," the worker human was saying to the visitors. He was gesturing enthusiastically at Lomasi, a nasty smirk on his face. "The very same one." The visitors hummed and raised their eyebrows, and a short female one reached out to touch her. Lomasi stood still, not balking nor stretching out to meet her hand, but was content to find that the human didn't smack her nose like the worker humans would. But when the hand met her nose, the mare's nerves sparked and she flung her head up, whirling to prance in a circle before coming back to sniff at the hand again.

    "I want this one," the small female said matter-of-factly, looking back at one of the taller humans.

    The worker human grimaced, his smirk fading. "Uh, well, The Dreamer's not for sale at the moment," he said cautiously. "But she's got a baby due real soon! Or you could come look at some of our other fine specimens if you like."

    The little human didn't seem very pleased about that. She glared at the worker, crossing her arms. "Daddy, I want this one." The man she had looked at earlier shared a look with the worker and sighed. "Let's go look at the other ponies, and then we'll make a decision later, alright?" After some grumbling and mumbling between the humans, they wandered off down the line of pens to look at the other creatures. Lomasi looked after them, clicking her teeth together as she thought of that carrot. Maybe they would come back later with some more. Meanwhile, though, plenty of other humans mulled about among the pens and cages. A couple were approaching her now, and the mare's ears perked up, excited at the prospect of more treats and friendly humans.

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    [not the best, but eh. I'll add my others later]

    [ dreamsofcolours GaryStu KairosLion eden. for those who may have not seen this thread]

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    Valerie-Female-Pet-Grey Wolf-Interaction: OPEN


    The large matted shewolf sat uncomfortably in her dingy cage, thinking miserably to herself. That’s all she could ever do; think. Since she was considered to be one of the more dangerous and aggressive animals of the park, she was confined to a cage barely larger than herself, that faced away from all the other animals, meaning she had no one to look at, let alone talk to. Since she was “a pet” (she hated using the term), she was sectioned off to a “special” area of the park that no guests were allowed to enter, meaning that the only people who interacted with them were their cruel handlers. Not to mention that arrogant douchebag who had THE AUDACITY to call himself Valerie’s “owner”, had requested her to be have a tight collar that’s leash was chained to a post, before he dumped her off to one day be shipped off to another cocky prick. The owners of this joint even thought it would be wise to keep a muzzle on her at all times. They could’ve at least taken it off for her now where she was confined to her cage. That way she could actually be able to eat and drink the bone scraps and dirty water dish they threw in front of her. That, combined with the beating, hot sun creeping into her normally pitch black cage and the flies itching her back, yeah, it sucked. Still, all these factors weren’t what bugged her the most. It was the people around her. The cruel handlers who only spoke in raised voices, who would hit you if you came to close. The majority of the animals that called her simply “The Imprisoned One” for her small cage and metal chains, the ones who whisper stories about her aggression, real or otherwise, in fearful voices, the ones who would walk as quietly and cautiously as they could when they crossed by her cage. They all treated her like a monster.

    But she wasn’t.

    At night, Valerie dreamed of lilac skies, of overgrown cattails brushing up against her fur, of the sounds of babbling brooks and the songs of colorful birds. She could run through fields of oaks and pines, and see the moonlit sky in its entierty, without the downside of thin lined bars.

    Valerie closed her eyes, despite it being daylight out, trying to reach that place.

    She sighed, angrily pacing her “den” and occasionally pawing at her muzzle. She was going to get out of this place, one day.

    But how?


    (Welp that was kind of edgy AF. Looks like Valerie’s going to learn about the magic of FRIENDSHIP.)


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    Tikvah-Female-Newcomer-Albino Serval-Interaction: OPEN


    “Come on, you.”

    Tikvah’s paws began to ache. It felt like she and this strange twoleg had been walking for ages. Still, that wasn’t the main thing on the felid’s mind, or at least not the main thing. She had woken up a few hours prior to find herself in a truck full of hay with a dart in her side. Before she could even react, a messy, gangly man pulled out the sleeping dart, attached a harness to her, and there they were. Tikvah nervously, yet curiously, wondered where they were going to. Was it near her home? Was where she was currently even remotely near her home? How long had she been asleep for? Before she could internally ask anything else, her questions, or at least one of them, were answered, as they arrived at a strangely large and colorful building with a large sign above it. It looked pretty clean, at least from what Tikvah could see, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. The man guided her through the front doors, where they went through some kind of front desk, before coming back outside again. This time they were in an area with tons of cages with animals big and small, signs advertising creatures with an overdramatic circus-esque way, and a lot more humans than just the ones she had entered with. The man pratically dragged Tikvah by her harness to a circular outdoor desk where another human was. The two humans began talking there for what seemed like hours, going in between talks about business and casual chatter, so she decided it was no use waiting for her “guide” to finish, so she decided go explore her new surroundings. Tikvah turned to her left to see a large vulture staring at her with beady eyes. It began squawking at her, rhythmically, almost singing to her. Grinning, Tikvah gave a little chirp of her own in return. Her eyes shifted to the right, where a large tiger prowled in an enclosure. It paced around, ignoring the many people taking photos of it, keeping its eyes locked on her, almost as if it were stalking her. It then let out a mighty roar, causing Tikvah to trip a little. She was intimidated, to say the least, yet impressed by her fellow feline. Her gaze was then captured by a bright screen above the circular desk. It flashed pictures of animals, from foxes to penguins, advertising them in flashy colors and peppy fonts. Tikvah, being a serval, didn’t really know what it was but was mesmerized by it, though to any human it would’ve seen it as nothing more than a barely decent powerpoint slideshow. Tikvah was glued to the TV, until a shrill voice tore her away. “KITTY!”

    A young, pig-tailed girl ran towards Tikvah excitedly. The serval, caught off guard, stepped back and nervously bristled a bit. However, she soon realized the girl probably wouldn’t hurt her, so she calmed down and curiously, yet cautiously, stepped foward. Before the girl could reach her, however, her father held her back, telling her that “kitty” was a wild animal being introduced to the park, and that she wasn’t allowed to touch “it”. Almost immediately after Tikvah had taken one step towards from the girl, her human guide aggressively pulled her leash towards him, causing her to almost violently fly back, before continuing his conversation. Tikvah took some time to regain her breath, almost choking on how hard he tugged her leash. A sick feeling began to creep up her stomach as she began to realize that the park may not be as friendly as she thought. Still, she tried to remain cautiously optimistic, her strongsuit. But optimism does not fix boredom, as she had begun to tune out what the two humans were saying, only catching a few bits and pieces.

    “Do you know how many vacationing families will pay to see an albino critter in person? Hundreds. Do you know how much people will be willing to pay to get a picture of one? Even more so.”

    “I agree with the first thing you said, but I heard one of these things can climb anything and they’re small enough to perch on your shoulder. Plus they’re basically like a dog and a cat mixed together, people love watching cute pets doing tricks. That, combined with its unique coat and we can get way more than what we’ve gotten in years!”

    “Nah, a creature of this rarity is more suited for photos than party tricks. Still, whatever we choose, we’re gonna to be rich!”

    Tikvah couldn’t help but feel disgusted, the way they talked about not her, but her coat, like she wasn’t even there. She sat down and looked around, desperately waiting for another animal to come talk to her.

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    NOEMI, THE JUNGLE'S SHADOW —

    Rolling into the parking lot of ECP, a battered truck parked right by its main entrance. In its bed was a metal sheet cage with holes dotting it's upper body to allow the beast inside air to breathe. A low, sonorous growl radiated from the metal as the feline awoke from its slumber after being tranquilized for the fifth time during the trip. Still, the workers called to unload the feline held slipped the cage off the bed of the truck onto a large cart with the utmost care. Two of the workers who had driven the truck bore nasty claws marks on their arms from the cat within.

    Pissed wasn't enough to describe Noemi's feelings. No, this feline was livid. From living free in the Colombian jungle to being shipped to wherever the hell she was, her quality of life as certainly decreased. And everyone knew about it. They kept her sedated most of the journey because she'd try to kill anyone she could get her claws on. As her senses came back to her, she'd throw herself against the cage walls and roar loudly, attracting the attention of the people she passed as she made her anger known. "Don't worry everyone," one of the workers said to the crowd. "This one is an abused rescue. She's just very scared." Lies. Another roar ripped from Noemi's throat, causing the visitors to flinch in shock alongside the workers. Her cage was quickly rolled to one enclosure near other animals built for solitary aggressive beast like herself. No sooner had the doors been opened, Noemi burst from the cage into the space. She turned back, charging as the workers tried to pull the cage and close the enclosure before she could try and run out. They were lucky, but they still backed up in fear as she snarled in their faces and looked directly in their eyes.
    "Is a wild black jaguar really worth it? She'll probably kill half the workplace if she gets out," one of them said, flinching as she hit the metal fence. "Hell yeah. Every other one is inbred so much you can't even tell it's a cat. This one got pure genes. And besides, perhaps the fact that she's wild might make people want her more," another laughed. Together they left, Noemi's roars following after them as she paced the length of her cage.

                   

    — BLACK JAGUAR, 4 YEARS, NEWCOMER


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    QANIIT, ALSKAN WONDER —

    Within the confines of a large, circular cage laid the mass of a behemoth bear in the middle. One might have assumed the beast was dead if it not were for the notable rise and fall of its sides. Qaniit spent most of his days like this, sleeping the time away because there really wasn't anything to do. His cage was bare. Claw marks scored the ground from times when the quiet had eaten away at him so badly that he took to scratching to give himself something to do. Now, the bear slept, only waking to eat. He barely paid attention to the other animals since nothing new ever happened. They were either sold, bred, just coming, or being used to please the horrible people who made their lives terrible.

    However, his slumber was interrupted by the chilling roars of a new animal. Newbie, he thought begrudgingly as he rolled onto his stomach. He had been new once too and oh so full of fight. Then they took it right out of him. Qaniit felt bad for the newbie, but he knew it was only a matter of time until they were broken down too. It seemed like getting out of this hell was impossible.

                   

    — KODIAK BEAR, 8 YRS, BREEDER


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    Kumar/ The Bully/ Tibetan Mastiff/ Domestic/ 2 years


    Kumar was alone in a cage near the outskirts of the area, away from the main traffic of visitors whom were more interested in the photo animals than buying any of the pets or Domestics. Though of course, the humans in charge of the facility had yet to decide whether to resell Kumar or breed him to keep his line of expensive and great show dogs though of course, Kumar wouldn't be allowed as a show dog given his coat color. Kumar missed his home that he had been taken away from only a few weeks ago. He had to admit that he hadn't been satisfied with his life, finding it quite boring. But as the saying goes, you don't appreciate what you have until it is gone. That was how he was feeling now, sprawled out on the floor while watching the people come in and out all day. He watched them go with obvious sorrow in his deep set eyes that always looked like they were sad anyway for his breed. All he ever did now was just sleep, which he hated. He felt like his life was slowly being sucked away from him in the short time span he had been stuck in this cage. His dark brown eyes blinked a tear away that had been threatening to spill over. Though he had never thought he would say it, he even missed Jerry that pest of a cat. The large dog sniffed, his eyes still trailing the people as they returned home, a place he didn't think he would ever see again.


    OOC: I read that Tibetan Mastiffs can't actually be white, but they are cream. We are going to pretend that they can be white but are very rare.


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    Piper/ The Caretaker/ Pine Marten/ Pet/ 4 months


    Being such a gentle creature, Piper was not alone in her outdoor enclosure. There were actually a group of small mammals in there, with a few being pine martens like herself and then a red panda up in the higher parts of the tree above her. Piper always just thought they must have run out of space or she wouldn't be sharing the cage with a creature such as that. It still complexed her on why he wouldn't ever come down to chat. Out of all the animals there, she was definitely the nicer one, and most friendly to the humans. How could she hate the little children that came to visit her? It was the only thing that distracted her to the reality of the situation, that she was stuck in a cage while waiting for the highest bidder. While the adults chatted about her and her fellow Martens, she liked to interact with the children. As of now, she could see someone coming towards her and she rushed over to greet the young child, jumping from branch to branch with ease. "Hello! I'm Piper." She chirped in a voice that would appear to a human as an adorable chattering noise. The girl drew closure at the sound and Piper looked up at her curiously, right up against the fence. Despite having seen the cruelty of humans, she wasn't afraid of the smaller ones. She knew they couldn't hurt her, especially not through the cage. Piper had known nothing more than this cage having been born in the facility so she never tasted the sweet scent of freedom like many of the other animals there. This was something normal to her and she didn't think there was anything else.


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    Ravyn/ The One Who Knows/ Eurasian Eagle Owl/ Photo Animal/ 38 years


    EnclosureLights flashed before him despite the rule that clearly stated it wasn't allowed. The large bird known ironically as Ravyn blinked his eyes against the light, his second eyelids coming across his bright amber eyes. When ever he did this, it seemed to make all the kids ooh and aah at him though why, he would never understand. He had received very few visitors that day which didn't bother him any. The little human girl in front of the cage was only inches away from the giant bird and seemed to show no signs of fear. Sometimes his dark amber eyes and ability to turn his head 180 degrees would scare the little ones off though it didn't appear to have the same affect on this girl. Being stuck in a rather small cage for almost his entire life, around 25 years of it anyway, he had to find the tiny things to keep himself occupied. This normally came from the satisfaction of watching small human children shriek and run behind the full grown humans. His bottom eye lids came up to hide half of his eyes from view as he contemplated his next move. Soon his wings were unraveling to become his full five foot 8 inch wingspan, amazing the few people watching him from outside of the cage. He was soon lifting himself in the air, wings beating hard to keep himself up. Due to his several years being trapped in small cages, with one being inside a dark building, his left wing was crooked from constantly trying to escape. This and the fact that his cage didn't allow him to fly for more than a couple of seconds, he wouldn't have great endurance if he ever had to fly for real which he doubted. Three pairs of eyes were on him as he took flight to the opposite side of the cage, landing on the one log provided to him. His careful eyes watched the group of humans before suddenly taking flight and pushing himself towards them at full speed. He was there in less than half a second, claws reaching out through the cage. His eyes brightened as he watched the girl jump back and started running away from the cage, forcing the full growns to follow.

    His feet were splayed out touching the sides of the small cage that held him. It's all he could do to keep from falling each time the truck hit a bump along the road. It felt like eternity before the truck started to slow, gravel crunching beneath its tires as it turned off the road into the driveway of the ECP. Velos let his ears slide forward, his dark brown optics darting around the cage that held him, trying to catch of the outside through the holes that littered the ragged blanket, which had been thrown over his cage. As the truck rolled to a stop, Velos pulled his feet back underneath him so he stood up at his full height. While he waits stuck within his confinements, voices floated into his cage, the words foreign to him but he could pick out "arrived", "maned wolf", "newcomer". Footsteps move closer to the back of the truck and Velos lets out a low growl. Suddenly the floor disappears from beneath his paws and he jumps slamming into the side of the metal cage. Slight concern for the beast underneath the rag could be heard from the workers but none dared to peek beneath to check. Moving quickly they position his crate infront of his new enclosure and open the front. Velos springs out thankful for solid ground once again. He turns around eyeing his new jail cell noticing his neighbors in the cages next to him. Two legged humans moving around outside, oohs and ahhs coming off their lips.



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    Maned wolf -- 3yrs -- male -- Newcomer

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    She paces along the side of her enclosure watching the crowd in the distant. She had been kept alone and away from the others since a cub. Since her handler decided to keep her as a pet despite all the offers he had been given over the years. Sekhemet thought it might be because he has deep down in a small part of his heart an attachment to her. She rolls her eyes at herself for thinking that. It would be next to impossible for any of these bastards to have some sort of compassion in their bodies. She has seen so many animals being brought in and then leaving in a short amount of time. SHe pauses in her pacing to sit and itch at the collar that hangs around her neck. A constant reminder that she belongs to someone else. That she may never see anything outside these cage bars. Sekhemet lets her eyes wander around to the other "pet" enclosures nearby.


    Sekhemet

    King cheetah -- 5yrs -- female -- pet

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    A hand suddenly smacked the front of the owl Ravyn's cage. It was an ECP worker, with a small group of guests and another worker standing behind he. He tsked at the dark bird with disapproval and wagged his finger at him. "Come on, birdie," he said through a forced smile and eyes full of distaste. "You don't want to scare all the people off, do ya? You know you won't get any treats if you're mean like that."

    A shrieking laugh came from behind him. It came from a smaller raptor perched on the second worker's gloved hand, an young eagle by the name of Kenway. "'Birdie'!" he laughed, a sound that appeared to the humans as a simple shriek. "Oh you poor old featherduster, you're just a decoration now." Word got around to the loudmouthed bird quickly; he knew that the owl became a photo animal simply because of his age, and that he was hardly taken out anymore because everyone was much more interested in the cuddly pandas or regal lions available. He was somewhat sympathetic for the old fellow, but it was too funny not to tease him about. And anyway, Kenway wasn't known for stopping and thinking about the feelings of others. The little eagle chuckled, then squawked as he was was suddenly shaken by the human holding him.

    "Quiet now," the worker grumbled. "Save that shrieking for the show."

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    Kumar/ The Bully/ Tibetan Mastiff/ Domestic/ 2 years


    As he laid there on the ground of his cage, a worker came up and provided him with a bowl of dog food. He was soon gone without a word, and Kumar looked after him for a moment before heaving himself to his massive paws. The white Tibetan Mastiff made his way over to the bowl, which really wasn't very far away, and forced himself to lap some up. The expensive food back at his old place was so much better than this trash. Though he wanted to keep looking relatively healthy physically despite the declining of his emotional well being. Once he had finished eating, enough to get him through the day anyway, he made his way back to the front of the cage and sat down. He looked outside for any signs of life. From his most recent observations, most of the animals tended to be either very aggressive or kept to themselves. Though Kumar didn't make friends easily, he still wanted someone to talk to. Though of course, he never did say the right thing when speaking with others. What he did spot though was the new arrival a silver spotted cat though the name was unfamiliar to him. "Pst, you cat." He called out to her, beckoning with a paw get her closer if she was able. He needed a distraction from everything, especially how quickly everything had turned from good to bad.


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    Piper/ The Caretaker/ Pine Marten/ Pet/ 4 months


    After only a moment, she noticed the shake of the adult's head and then he was calling for the girl to follow. Piper kept her gaze for a moment longer until the girl was waving goodbye and being pulled away. Despite all the animals in her cage, the Pine Marten felt lonely. Perhaps that one creature in the cage next to her was up! It was a round rodent like animal though she didn't know the name of it. They had never spoken in the short time she had been in this cage though she sometimes watched it curiously through the narrow bars. That was what she was going to do now, quickly finder her way over the tree's many low hanging branches. She stopped once she had come to the end of the branch, only her head size away from the bars. She searched the next cage for the animal she didnt know was actually called a Dwarf Amardillo. She did notice that the creature wasn't there very often, but she felt less lonely when it was.


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    Ravyn/ The One Who Knows/ Eurasian Eagle Owl/ Photo Animal/ 38 years


    Ravyn lifted himself away from the cage as it was hit by a worker, someone he was very familiar with. He landed back on his log, a few feet away from the entrance. Treats, he scoffed inwardly, like those even worked on him anymore. He's had just about enough of those sorry excuses for food meant to encourage good behavior. His bright orange eyes did not move from the worker until the bird on his shoulder spoke. He swirved his attention over to the shoulder bird, annoyed by its outburst. Other than the newcomers, Ravyn had meant most of the animals at the facility except for the most aggressive ones. Coming from a enclosure not too far away, he knew Kenway rather well, and this bird had a knack for talking. When he was younger, Ravyn would have retaliated, coming up with a rebuttal. Now though has he had gotten older, he was more known to keep to himself. His piercing eyes only watched the bird. He could help, but snicker as the eagle was scolded for talking. If only that happened more often. "Good luck." Break a wing, he thought to say though didn't. So much had changed in those 25 years he'd been here. Something young Kenway would never understand. As much as he didn't get along with the bird, he didn't wish that on anyone. Casually, Ravyn began pruning his feathers as if Kenway's words hadn't bothered him. He was a decoration, and it bothered him how accurate the word was. Nothing more to do than be watched and have people take pictures of you in a cage. What had any of them done wrong to deserve a life like this?

    My poor muse is really struggling with this thread lol. Once we have a few more first posts I might do a time skip.


    More and more visitors cycled in and out of the photo area. Dozens of faces crouched by his side and smiled nervously, and dozens more stood to stare in amazement. This was daily life for the last few years. Some days were busier than others, but this was pretty much the gist of it. Volodya, a gigantic predator in his natural habitat, was reduced to a photo prop. He was known for being fairly calm most of the time, but there was only so much of this repetition he could handle at a time. Some few times something would set him off, and it would be a nasty day for everyone. And today, he had reached his limit.

    A small hand reached out and clamped onto his ear, twisting it painfully. How obnoxious. Volodya lifted his lip, shaking his head in annoyance to rid himself of the grip. No one noticed, and the hand just found its way right back onto the tiger's ear. The humans kept on chatting, and even the photographer had his little machine rested on his leg as he talked to a visitor. A second clammy little hand reached out to the tiger's face, poking at the orange and bronze spots around his eyes. This one clearly didn't understand the concept of personal space. Volodya was hot, hungry, and tired. He really did not have the patience for this human cub to be poking him in the face. Volodya let out a low growl of warning, and squinted his eyes. Still no reaction from the humans.

    Then it happened. The little human poked its finger at the tiger's eye, and that was it. Volodya's gutteral growl turned into a roar, and he swiped angrily at the air, missing the young one entirely. His paw landed back on the ground, and he dug his claws into the dirt. Suddenly everyone's eyes were on the tiger. Some yelled in alarm, and others reached out to grab away the children standing around him. The worker holding his chain yanked hard on it, irritating the tiger even more. A human fleeing stepped on his tail, and Volodya leapt to his paws, anger still building. He had had enough of this, all of this. His water was long since gone, and hadn't been refilled. He was sitting in the sun all day in temperatures he was not made for, and he hadn't been fed since before the sun rose. He was done. His eyes flashed and his lip curled as he scanned the wall of people that watched and waited for what he would do next.

    [yall can play workers interacting with my character if you like]

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    'Good luck'. Wow. Old and short of words, it seemed. Kenway hoped he wasn't alive long enough to see himself become as boring as this ancient bird. Not wanted to be shaken again for speaking out of turn, the eagle just tilted his head at the owl, unsure if he should even take what he said as actual good luck or a sarcastic quip. Whichever way he meant it, it didn't quite matter. Kenway knew what was going on; he was being brought to the amphitheater for a show, a display of his talents for people to ooo and ahh at him. He might be quite useless when it came to keeping his mouth shut, but no one could say he wasn't a fast and effective predator in the air. He roused himself and clicked his beak in anticipation for the flight.

    Then they were walking away from the owl's enclosure and towards a place very familiar. They came up upon a small, caged savanna-looking area, and the human that wasn't holding him walked over to mess with the locks on the door. It was Abassi's enclosure! This meant they were performing together! Kenway hadn't seen his African friend in several days, but today must have been a special occasion. Unable to contain his excitement, the little eagle flapped his wings, pulling against the jesses the human held in his fist, and screeched out his friend's name.

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    As the last humans that came up to her wandered away from her enclosure, Lomasi's eyes turned to the rest of the area to search for who might be coming in next. She wasn't very popular, being a common animal like she was, but the ones who were interested in her were usually dazzled, something that she greatly enjoyed. As such a valuable showed animal, she certainly had better care than some, and she quite enjoyed the attention she got from visitors and their young. But at the moment, it seemed like all the other visitors nearby were interested in the more exotic animals.

    Luckily, something almost as interesting as carrots caught the mare's eye. A small white cat was staring around itself, and it was tethered to a leash that was in a worker's hand. A new animal! The gigantic white dog kept in a cage near her was trying to get its attention. Lomasi tilted her head at the new creature, intrigued. It looked familiar, but she couldn't quite remember seeing that color on any animal she had met before. She looked around her, finally setting her eyes on the spotted cat the humans called a 'cheetah'. She was only a few yards away, sitting by herself and looking somewhat uncomfortable. The two had had some brief exchanges in the past, but even that was enough for Lomasi to call someone a friend. "Hey!" she called out to the cheetah, stretching her head in her direction. "Hey have you seen this new cat? It looks a whole lot like you!"

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    whoops, I forgot I was going to put in Kayo for that

    Kayo's enclosure wasn't a whole lot to talk about. It was a tiny, fenced in area with a couple trees, some rocks, and old laundry baskets thrown in that she used as shelter most nights. She shared the area with others like her; raccoons, red pandas, and other small mammals bred for some reason or another. At the moment, she was trying to get some rest, and was huddled under a wicker basket with only an old towel between her and the ground. Her nose was tucked into her side and her tail was wedged under her chin. Despite the heat, she was fairly comfortable in her little makeshift den, but a huge commotion disturbed her afternoon rest.

    From outside her basket came a chilling growl that made all her fur stand on end. It came again, accompanied by the voices of a pair of humans. Kayo thought she could ignore it at first, but her curiosity got the best of her and she poked her head out of the front of the overturned basket.

    In the next cage over, there was a huge black wildcat snarling in the faces of two humans. A new one to the facility, obviously, and incredibly agitated. Kayo shivered at the roars coming from the creature-- jaguar, she corrected herself. Or was it leopard? Both of the large cats were often kept nearby, bred for their 'special' coats or some such nonsense.

    The cat was pacing its enclosure, and meanwhile Kayo stayed hidden. Part of her wanted to welcome the new arrival; she remembered how stressful her first day was at the facility. The other part of her -- the reasonable part -- knew how crotchety these big cats could be, and would personally like to keep her life for a little while longer. So she kept only her head poked out of her shelter, watching the cat pace back and forth silently and shrinking back slightly whenever she came near to her side of the fence.

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