Feral Heart

Which was weird, but the audience liked it.

& We are accepting applications <3

Magistrate - N/A
Magistrae - Bomia
Heirs - N/A
Subsequent - Kaitsku
Subsequentess - N/A
Trainee Male - N/A
Trainee Female - Syteer
Head Eliminator - N/A
Eliminators - N/A
Customary - N/A
Omegas - Jeggar

Haiba
Kittyvamp1
Lightish brown with dark brown markings.
Female

Youthful -


HYPRO
JPAkita
Male
Kaitsku's last remaining pup.
Grey hyena with light stripes.
Nice and Chubbeh.

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Belbus Aquae....
... Is a literate, realistic hyena roleplay with a medium-sized map. We are very literate, and require a good sized application to join. Show me some beefy apps! High ranks are still open, and I am looking for co-owners, so hurry in!

Member goal: 25

Magistrate -
Is in charge of the wars, with the help of the Head Eliminator. Often times, the Magistrate and Magistrae will let all the eliminators come for meetings on strategies. He is also in charge of appointing all ranks, though often the Tribe leaders will choose together. He also is in charge of checking up on the Subsequent and Male Trainee.
(One Open - Through Roleplay Only)

Magistrae -
Is mated to the Magistrate. She is in charge of giving birth and taking care of heirs, judging trials of sins, caring for the youthful, and helping train the female trainee. She checks up on the Subsequentess. She helps decide ranks. She is also the protector of the Omegas.
(Closed)

Heirs -
Daughters and sons of the Magistrate and Magistrae. The oldest male and female will take over if theirs parents die after they are at the age of two. If the oldest male or female is mated, then (s)he and her/his mate will take over instead. If the heirs are not older than two, the Betas will become The leader pair instead, and the heirs will be adopted as Youthfuls, and will become Customaries when fully grown.
(N/A)

Subsequent -
The Magistrate's right-paw hyena. Must be male. They are in charge of keeping the Customary in line. They also send all mating requests to the lead pair. They are often times mated to the Subsequentess. The suggest which pairs should be mated (forcefully) to the tribe rulers.
(Closed)

Subsequentess -
It is her job to make sure all of the tribe members are getting along, and punish them if they are not. She plays peace-keeper. Is the judge in trial when the Magistrae is unavailable.
(One open - Ask Bomai)

Trainee Male -
Is in training to become Subsequent. When the Subsequent turns 15 or dies, whichever first, he will become Subsequent. If 15, they will both be co-Subsequents together until one dies. Trains under the Subsequent and Magistate.
(Open)

Trainee Female -
Is in training to become Subsequentess. When the Subsequentess turns 15 or dies, whichever first, she will become Subsequentess. If 15, they will both be co-Subsequentesses together until one dies. Trains under the Subsequentess and Magistrae.
(Closed)

Eliminators -
Hyenas chosen by the Magistrate to serve as assassins. They often go on training routines every free night. All moves and training are done by the Head Eliminator.
(7 Open)

Head Eliminator -
Coordinates all practice hunts and/or attacks, and/or training routines. Works with the Magistrate and some with the Magistrae.
(One open through roleplay)

Customary -
The members of the tribe. Fight, hunt, live. They must have permission to do anything other than assigned duties. In their free time, anything is allowed so long as they do not leave the camp without another.
(Unlimited)

Omegas -
The most abused and mistreated members of the pack. They are often goofy, and it is their job to cheer up the tribe.
(Unlimited)

I was not always evil. No. I used to be a good girl. I obeyed my Mother's orders. I did all the tricks my Masters' taught me. I got along with my sibling. I listened to Father's lectures with rapt attention. So where did it all go wrong? Well, I'm about to tell you.

      "I hate you!" My Master screamed at me. My eyes felt moist. The carpet was rough underneath my paws. The whip had left a long streak of bleeding skin in it's wake. "Do the trick, dog!"
       I whined, pawing the ground. I had done a flip for her. I had been a good dog. But I had failed to do a double flip. That was all that mattered. My heart felt like it would burst. I had tried many times. A puddle of blood now lay on the floor next to my limp body.
       My mother shook her head slowly at me. I didn't understand. What had I done wrong? I whined once more, and she turned her back on me. Blood swelled up in my eyes as the child Master struck me in the eye socket over my eye with her pen. I could no longer see in one eye, so I closed it. It quickly sealed shut, glued by blood.
       This was abuse. My father had taught me that word. 'Abuse it the way you get yourself killed.' He would tell us. He taught us how to growl warningly without feeling wrath of the whip. I tried, yet it did nothing. Other than a slap in the face with a whip.
         "Shut up!" The child Master yelled at me. Oh, how I hated him at that moment. My father looked at me, and my siblings watched from under a dresser. We were only eight months old. The child was now resorting to tracing my lips with a knife. "Stupid Beagle." He muttered at me.
          That was the last straw for mother. She started barking at the child, in a stalking position. My father stayed out of it, until the knife was thrown deep into my mother's skull. Then he attacked. My siblings started coming out, tail drooping, to help. Yet my father send them away. To run. To hide. To escape. And then, my father lunged for the child's throat.
           "Stop!" The child's cry ended in a gurgle as it's life force slowly drained away. My father sniffed once, before turning to my mother. She was laying on the floor. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. She was dead. My father told us to run with a snort, and we did. We ran. The Masters took my father to the vet, where we learned he was euthanized for dangerous behavior. My siblings were sold instantly. I was kept. And then I knew my life was out for me.
           About the time I was ten months, my Masters decided that I was ready to be spayed. However, seeing as it was 1931, they were tight on money. So they decided to take the knife - The one my mother was murdered with - and chop off the whole area themselves instead. It hurt badly. The pain was unendurable. Yet each time I whined, my head would be pressed deeply against the ground. This wrenched my neck, leaving it hopeless for me to move.....
-To be continued-