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Core group: Feles-Proles
Subspecies: Cascus
Lineage: The forefather of Cascus is the general house cat.
Size: head-torso length from 47 to 52 centimeters (with tail 74 to 77 centimeters), withers from 29 to 33 centimeters.
Weight: 3 to 5 kilograms
Color and Appearance: The Cascus is a very slender, muscular prole. The Cascus is characterized by its extremely long legs. The basic color of the fur is a deep black, which is only set off by long, white hair around the face, neck and neck. In this abundance, the small head looks small and delicate.
Character: Pronounced social behavior among each other.
Features: Toxic, extremely fast. Always in a big pack.
Lifespan: A Cascus has a life expectancy of five to seven years
Distribution: normal
Distribution area: South and North America, Europe.
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Core group: Dama-Proles
Subspecies: Dorcas
Descent: deer
Size: head-torso length from 93 to 140 centimeters (with tail 147 to 224 centimeters), withers from 54 to 84 centimeters.
Weight: 28 to 34 kilograms
Color and appearance: The Dorcas is an even-toed ungulate with black fur, which is set off in the face with a blue mask. Size and shape are almost identical to a Capreolus (deer). The protruding back crest serves as a distinguishing mark in this breed, the ends of which also turn blue during the mating season. The male descendants of this species have three-ended antlers equipped with poison glands. The ears can be turned in all directions.
Character: Curious and out and about both individually and in groups of several animals.
Characteristics: Only the male representatives of this genus are poisonous.
Lifespan: A Dorcas has a life expectancy of ten to twelve years
Distribution: normal
Distribution area: The Dorcas is a prole genus that has developed in Europe and is only located there.
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Core group: Canis-Proles
Subspecies: Iuba
Ancestry: The original tribal father is believed to be a dog.
Size: head-torso length from 103 to 132 centimeters (with tail 160 to 190 centimeters), withers from 70 to 90 centimeters.
Weight: 81 kg to 103 kg
Color and appearance: black, white, striped, and all shades of gray in between. The physique is similar to that of a German Shepherd Dog. In addition to the dark-striped head, the small goatee, and the longer fur, the lion-like mane, which is wind-cut backwards, is the most striking feature of the Iuba. It has a very long tail (corresponding to the length of its body) in order to be able to keep its balance when climbing. Long ears that easily sink into the mane.
Character: The Iuba is probably the only known prole that increases the pack by rearing its young. He is also very intelligent, calm, and extremely aggressive.
Features: diurnal. Night blind. Ball joints.
Lifespan: The oldest known Iuba has been housed in the Historia research station for thirteen years. He is estimated to be sixteen years old. It is impossible to predict how the derivative gene will affect the further course of aging.
Distribution: common
Distribution area: To a large extent in South America and Europe. Several packs have also been sighted in Southeast Asia.
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Core group: Ursus-Proles
Subspecies: crane
Ancestry: Studies show that the crane originally came from raccoons.
Size: head-torso length from 100 to 130 centimeters (with tail 160 to 190 centimeters), withers from 70 to 90 centimeters.
Weight: 90 to 155 kilograms
Color and appearance: A narrow, black skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of the head. The black color runs from the head over the chest down to the belly, and then gradually merges into the orange-red, long outer skin. Due to its unusual coloring, it is often referred to as the sunset animal. Strong, short body with long stocky legs.
Character: Very social in the pack.
Characteristics: wooden claws that are supplied with poison by glands. The poison paralyzes the prey
Lifespan: 4 to 6 years
Distribution: Very common
Distribution area: Due to its enormous adaptation, the crane can already be found in every part of the world.
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Core group: Feles-Proles
Subspecies: Lyvara
Pedigree: Lyvara’s ancestor is the general house cat.
Size: head-torso length from 189 to 212 centimeters (with tail 201 to 223 centimeters), withers from 97 to 105 centimeters.
Weight: 192 to 242 kilograms
Color and appearance: The Lyvara resembles a lynx in body shape. The characteristic ear brushes are also present, but in size it is far superior to its relatives. The elongated fur of the Lyvara is a deep red with black stripes like a zebra across its body. The Lyvara's short snout is also deep black.
Character: Very aggressive. Pack animal.
Features: The most striking thing about the Lyvara is the striped pattern.
Lifespan: The oldest known Lyvara, a descendant of the first generation, has been housed in the Historia research station for twenty-three years. He is estimated to be twenty-seven years old now. It is impossible to predict how the derivative gene will affect the further course of aging.
Distribution: rare
Distribution area: North and South America, Europe, and to a small extent Asia.
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Core group: Canis-Proles
Subspecies: Majes
Descent: Despite his delicate stature, it is assumed that he originally descended from a dog.
Size: head-torso length from 80 to 92 centimeters (possesses only one stump tail), withers from 72 to 86 centimeters.
Weight: 63 to 90 kilograms
Color and Appearance: Very slim build with a pronounced chest area. A black stripe runs from the head over the back down to his stubby tail. The rest of his fur is a mix of gray and blue mottled fur.
Character: The males are solitary and only join groups of females, which usually consist of 3-7 proles, during the mating season. It is diurnal and prefers to be in inhabited areas.
Features: blue nose, blue hollow claws. The majes' poison decomposes its prey from within.
Lifespan: 4-7 years
Distribution: common
Distribution area: The Majes has already penetrated into large parts of Asia, but is preferred to be in warmer areas.
It's not that bad," mumbled Nick and rolled over on his back, yawning. I ignored Reese when Nick held out his hand to me. With the smile on his face, he seemed just the same again - nothing reminded of Mr. Who and the meat fork. Smiling, I ran across the room and sat down on the mattress with him. "How are you?" "Now that you're sitting next to me, better." That was really cute. "And your arm?" "I'll get him his painkillers," Reese announced and then disappeared from the doorway with one last hostile look at me. Nick looked after him thoughtfully. "He is angry." “Can you blame him? He was right, I shouldn't have just left the door open. " He turned his head so he could look me in the face. "Did I understand that correctly? You took out the garbage? " "I've cleaned up." "Where? Here?" "Well, the apartment." I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. "Just cleaned up a little." "Why?" Hm, an honest answer might
I ignored him and reached into the basket again, but before I could even touch the laundry, he had roughly grabbed my arm and pushed me towards the kitchen door. I stumbled and didn't fall because I could catch myself on the sofa. I hit my leg in the process, but the pain in my arm was much worse. Reese had hit the exact same spot where Nick grabbed me yesterday morning. There was a bruise on my skin there and it fucking hurt when he pressed there."And now finally get out of here and don't be seen here anymore!"I didn't think I was as angry with another person as I was at this moment in my life. No matter what kind of problems he had, it didn't give him the right to talk to me like that and that's why there was only one thing I could say back. "No."Reese blinked once, as if he couldn't believe what I'd just said of myself. "What did you say?""I said no. Nick wants me here and I won't go until he demands it. ”I straightened up and glared at him.
I stood tense in the kitchen and listened to the noises of the door closing."Nick?"Damn it, it really was Reese. Immediately our last meeting shot through my head.Hussy.Slut.Whore.I pinched my lips in a thin line and turned back to the laundry. I wouldn't let him drive me away again. Nick was my friend and I had every right to be here.I listened carefully to his steps. I could tell exactly when Reese stepped into the kitchen and saw me on the clothes horse. It wasn't just the fading of the noises, it was almost like a dark aura that entered the room with him and tried to push me against the nearest wall. Anger. I could practically feel it.But he didn't say anything, just stood silently in my back and that made me more nervous than if he had yelled at me straight away. Why didn't he say anything? I tried not to show my nervousness and just pulled the next item of laundry out of the basket. “I've already put the res
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the wall and marched back into the kitchen. I was not finished yet. The dishes were still waiting and the floor also had to be mopped. The only room that escaped my cleaning madness was Reese's room, and only because he would probably cut me into four and then dump me with Mr. Who's remains if I even set foot in there. I had even cleaned the surface of Nick's room. Very quietly so as not to wake him up. He seemed to need sleep.The kitchen finally looked homely. I had even cleaned the upholstery of the couch with whatever was available to me. That alone had cost me an hour.Sighing, I stood at the sink and began to work on the soaked dishes. That was not that easy, because although I had put it in the water almost two hours ago to get the dried up food scraps away, there were some stubborn stains that resisted steadfastly and so I stood at the sink for a while before I did the last plate hoisted the white flag and was clean aga
I promised." I broke away from him, ran my hand over his stubbly cheek. The blond shadow of the beard was barely visible, but the dark circles under the eyes emerged very clearly. And also the pale skin color. He wasn't doing well, but I couldn't tell if it was because he had just stabbed his pet because I didn't like it, or the injury and the medication. But I knew one thing very well. "You belong in bed.""I've been in bed all morning." His hand also came to rest on my cheek, the hand with which he had just stabbed so coldly.I had to pull myself together hard not to shrink from it. “And with good reason. Come on, we'll put you under the covers again. "He chewed his lips briefly, looking in my eyes for an answer whose question I didn't know. "Will you stay with me?"That was probably the first real smile he got from me today. "Naturally. That's why I'm here, right? I lie down with you. ""OK."Since he didn't move, I took his hand a
Reese built this cage for me," he said quietly. His hand loosened the cramp on the grille and brushed toward the door. “He put a lock in, you see? Only he can open the cage. He doesn't give me the key. He always carries it with him. "Confusion showed on my face. Why did he tell me this?“Back then, Norbert told Reese that I should get a pet. It might help me to keep my balance, it makes me feel responsible, but I never got the key. ”He gave me a wry smile. His eyes looked slightly glazed, his gaze somehow distant. Was he still under the influence of the medication?“Nick, please get out of there. You belong in bed. "“He never gave me the key. I could only feed Mr. Who. ”His hand fell off the cage. There was something sad in his eyes as he turned and crossed the room to the kitchenette. "I've had it for a year now," he told me as he pulled out a drawer and rummaged in it. “In the beginning he tried to bite me a f