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「 This roleplay is a reboot of an previous roleplay of mine, this story is completely revamped, and rewritten with a new plotline. I've decided to rework my previous lore to fit more with the original inspiration.」



𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝚇



𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.






The sounds of barking filled the halls of the cells; shrill shrieks mixed with mechanical vocals. A loud screeching cuts through the ruckus; metal claws collide, and drag against the steel flooring. Harsh chuckling resonates as a robotic canine passes. "I suggest you bite your tongues, or lose them," a snarl torn from deep within it's throat, steel teeth snapping in a clash of metal. Sneering at it's organic companions, gaze trailing from cell to cell; analyzing the inhabitants of each.

Melinoë smirked, chuckling deeply as she flashed her teeth, glaring down at the smaller canine with wires protruding from it's frame. She pushed past them, a deep growling emitting from her throat. "Discipline would suit the lot of you, otherwise we'll find ourselves in, how you say, a blood situation," grinning madly as her eyes narrowed, a challenging gaze aimed towards the various figures retreating into the corners of their white rooms. She shook her head, a disappointed sigh as the grin remained plastered on her face, "No defiance? Not even a single complaint from any of you? How pathetic, but I suppose it's smart, wouldn't want your throats ripped out, now would you?"

Iki

Iki listened to all the barks and other weird sounds in disapointemnt lifting his front paw. He looks around scared and not feeling well being in a place like this.
When Iki see's the canine robot talking he freezes.
"I miss my trash,oh and my shiny stuff" said in his mind rolling his eyes .
He looks back and see a large weird looking canine...it has...spots? Iki starts wagging his tail but the spotted canine ignores Iki and laughs walking away

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Queen Rylkas

She looks around with a disgusted face at the other canines growling and snarling. "Just look at them fresh food walking around me,I wonder how They will survive this". She laughs loudly

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Forseti sits down listening to the mechanical canine and in the ssme time having an eye on the other canines. He cant trust anyone around.
He is amazed by how many different canines have been captured and are stuck now here. Forseti looks away and he was shocked seeing a hyena here,one of african wild dogs enemy. The hyena started to laugh and the chills runned down his spine. He couldn't accept that he snarled with his eyes narrowed.
"This cant be,they are like everywhere I go"-He said quietly

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A large wolf with ice blue eyes sits down near Forseti,listening to the mechanical canine,he looks down to the weird colored canine with a cold and lifeless face and says:" Dont worry everything is possible here".
He stands up and then walks away slowly leaving the weird colored canine with no words

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Andrea strolled around lazily, smiling at the young pups that ran up to her. She leaned down to nuzzle them, inwardly cringing in disgust. “Hello there, little ones….are you enjoying your playtime?” The little pups scampered around her, chattering on and on about their day, complaining about awful it was- blah blah blah and whatever else they were saying. How pathetic….But now wasn’t time to break her angelic act- not yet. Forcing a pitying smile, she croons out “I know darlings…..I know. You’ll be fine, okay?” Her voice was falsely reassuring, with a very slight hint of impatience. She sat and listened to them for a while more, before they got distracted by goodness knows what and ran off. She looked around, making sure no one saw her, then huffed in annoyance. “Little brats..” she hissed, looking disdainfully at their retreating figures. Ah….there was Rylkas….self proclaimed queen. How did she even end up here? Hmm….there was Iki, Foresti, and what was his name again? Shima? Yes, that was it. All going about their own things. She scans the room again, looking for more familiar faces. Now…who else did she know by name? Oh of course…how could she forget? Alecto, SVRN, Colette and Kunisushi….whoever the hell that last canine was again. Such a difficult name…for no reason. Jeez. Andrea rolled her eyes, but quickly rearranged it when a wolf approached her, asking for her guidance. She paws the ground next to her, motioning for the wolf to sit. It does so, and begins pouring out its worries to her, as Andrea morphs into that listening, caring empathetic angel most adored. While Melinoë gained control with ruthlessness, Andrea gained favor amongst her fellow canines through faux sympathy and kindness. But to each their own, she supposed. After all, Melinoë was doing a pretty decent job. Perhaps not the best method- but effective. The wolf stops talking, jerking Andrea back to reality. She takes a moment or two to identify his problem, before reassuring him that everything would be okay.


Jasmine sits in a corner, staring at her sister and rolling her eyes. She had seen Andrea pull that sweet angel trick with their human father way too many times. It always worked, somehow. Jasmine sighed. How people could be so stupid, she didn’t know. But it didn’t affect her, so honestly who was she to care? She looks around, her gaze locking on Iki. Fool. He would be torn apart by Rylkas if he wasn’t careful. Though she would enjoy watching that….maybe she should encourage Iki, then? She contemplates that thought for a while, still staring creepily at Iki.

Iki

Iki looks after Queen Rylkas and tries to follow her. A couple of pups are running around Iki annoying him. "Pups cmon dont You see I want to Tell my true feelings for someone?" Iki pushes a pup away to make his way to the hyena. The pups are confused and continues their play time
As he gets close to her, Iki stops and sits down licking his paws and belly. "I must look good to impress her".
He gets very close to her and soon realises She is more scary than he tought



Rylkas

She walks to a corner and lays down licking her mouth.
Rylkas keeps looking at the other canines with superiority and disgust as she sees a small and ugly dog like animal getting close to her. She raises her tail and stands up snarling at the ugly dog

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Sitting before the bars, Alecto watched the ongoing festivities with a dispassionate stare. Perhaps a little morbid to call all these festivities but whatever, it was still some of the most exciting things that happen in this place. Meeting Melinoë's gaze through the bars, he held it as she walked past, not caring to look away. He had gone through worse than what she could throw at him, standing steady even if his body wasn't truly his own. But then again, when was it ever, even when he had been flesh and blood and not a pale imitation of it, his body, mind, and soul, all belonged to the organization even if he had ever thought otherwise.

Across from him, he could see Andrea with another wolf, giving her council. It was begrudgingly impressive, how she had twisted a web of co-dependence to the point that most of the inhabitants saw her as an angel. Alecto didn't really care about it either way though, his role in the wretched ecosystem built around machinery and pain was as the big bad wolf. The one who frightened all the newcomers and gobbled those weak enough to fall prey to the act. The one who, if deemed worthy, would protect those who asked of it.

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Shh, wait.. Listen, listen..
Shh, wait, listen.. Listen..
Shh! Wait, listen, listen..
Wake Up.

xxxxxInfigo stared blankly ahead, dead ahead, where nothing moved and nothing stirred. He sat a few mere inches from the bars before him, his eyes vacantly gazing between them, across the room, staring down a particular section of wall which had caught his vague semblance of attention. The maned wolf, though not exactly a wolf, brushed his tail quickly across the floor, positioning it on the other side of his haunches; from cupping his left leg to cupping his right. His ears turned slowly, shifting, catching sound like a radar dish, selecting what to hear and what to ignore; the scuffling of paws, something vital to hear. The screeching of metal on metal; painfully loud, but worth being aware of. The yipping and chirruping of pups... Irrelevant. A voice, two voices, three voices, each one worthy of listening in on. A growl. Infigo's mane stood on end. He picked out the different conversations, where each word came from, as it bounced off a wall and came to him.

"Throats-"
"-trash-"
"-brats.."
"I know-"
"-impress her."

xxxxxHe placed a name to each voice, one at a time, making a list in his mind of which sounded like a foe, and which sounded like a threat. Of course, there were no friends; none here, in this confusing, blinding area. The entire perspective of the place made his fur stand on end, made him feel like his skin was swarming with ants. It reminded him of so long ago, a very long time ago, where they're jabbed him in the belly, where they'd mumbled his name without meaning to. Half of his mind began to wander, trailing alongside his story, calling back the feeling of a painful wrap around his neck, metal pieces jabbing into his flesh. That is, until it was removed, and he understood why it had been painful, and why he'd required the pain; he learned to become like a statue, sitting so still that not even the most observant things saw him in the dark until it was a moment too late. He was made for that, for sitting still and waiting. He could wait forever, if he so desired. After a moment, the half of his mind still obsessing over the reality around him called Infigo back to the world, telling him that something was pacing closer...

xxxxxInfigo quietly bared his teeth, his mane standing up fully, like a forest of black fur presenting itself directly off of his back. A canine, smaller than him, had taken a step too close. He stamped his front down and spun swiftly, letting out a loud roar-bark in the general direction of the poor pup that had dashed too close. It scrambled over itself, tumbling in the desperate attempt to get away, claws skittering for a moment before it gained traction and escaped, hiding itself among the familiar faces of its companions.

xxxxxInfigo's mane slowly laid down, and he turned slowly, stilt-like legs folding neatly to lower his body back to the steep incline, his withers still held up, though not as high as he held his head. He never let his head hang; it showed weakness, as if he were simply asking to be set to the pitiful place of the Omega. The maned wolf shook his shoulders, rocking them side to side in order to settle his mane fully.

Andrea was about to drift away into slumber. She had long finished counseling the wolf. Her eyes fluttered shut, as she rested her head on her paws, letting her guard down slightly. Luck wasn’t on her side today, as she was soon awoken by the soft patter of padded paws, getting louder and louder and faster and faster. Andrea opened her eyes, just in time for a young pup to crash directly into her snout. Fool. “Sorry, Sister Andrea. Sorry sorry sorry sorry. I didn’t mean to, I promise.” Some pups had the privilege of keeping some small thing, some keepsake with them, a reminder of their past. It was their only source of light, as Andrea came to learn. A small object that they had managed to keep hidden, an object that slipped by the scrutiny of the higher ups. Whether it be a small charm, or piece of rag, or perhaps a slip of paper, they held it close to their hearts, never letting anyone know about them. Except Andrea. Andrea, the angel who listened to them. Andrea, the closest thing they would get to a mother. Andrea, the saint, the listening ear. This pup, in particular, had a small plastic butterfly charm hidden in their fur. Andrea sighs, grits her teeth and gets up into a more elegant position. She curls herself around the pup, waiting patiently, knowing sooner or later its poor ordeal would be poured out to her. True enough, the pup gets settled, and begins their story. Apparently they had to perform some complicated training of some sort, getting scolded harshly when doing it wrongly. “And- And you wouldn’t believe it, Sister Andrea! I messed up more than once, and they thought that that merited punishment! It’s so unfair! Look at my wound!” The pup gestures to a small cut, no longer than two centimeters in length, no wider than a sewing needle. Andrea laughs inwardly. That was nothing. How weak was this pup? To be complaining about a cut so minor? Clearly the pup hadn’t experienced nor witnessed a real punishment being given out. She looks down at the pup, before tenderly cleaning the wound. “Does it still hurt now, little one?” The pup walks around gingerly, before their entire face lights up, and they thank Andrea profusely as they scamper away. Andrea smiles after them, this time her smile genuine. Though it wasn’t because she was happy the pup was better- oh no. She shifts from her spot, revealing the plastic butterfly, which she had stealthily stolen whilst the pup was distracted. She grinned, as she placed the charm amongst her other stolen treasures. That would teach the little brats to trust those like her. But of course, they could never know. And soon that pup would come back running, this time complaining and weeping over their lost trinket. Then she would pretend to give them something “precious” of hers, build up that trust even more…..

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