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Pix: Wow nobody reviewed… Talk about disappointment…

(Recap)

"Well, we're fucked." Nymara spat, her eyes flickering in an effort to stay conscious, but her collar kept shocking her repeatedly from her heart rate spiking, and the pain was zapping all the energy from her.

Koki had stopped yelling, now trying feebly to protect Nymara from the police nearing them.

"Keep your paws in the air!" A rhino ordered, but Koki didn't seem to process the words, not moving from Nymara's side.

A elephant scooped Koki up easily in an arm, Nymara struggling to her feet and roaring despite her suffering, she attempted to protect Koki.

Her collar turned red for about the eleventh time since the police had arrived, and it shocked her again. Nymara cried out, her roar filled with agony as she desperately tried to rip the neckband off her throat.

The electrical bolt had sapped her remaining energy, and Nymara fell to the ground, her vision going back and she welcomed the blissful, black silence.

…

"Nymara? Nymara!"

"Oh, great… I wake up with this raging migraine…" Nymara croaked, rubbing her temples and staring down at Koki. She looked around a bland room, with a bolted shut door and two soggy bunk beds. "Where in hell are we?" Nymara asked, struggling to remember what happened that would have caused them to be in this odd room.

"Uh, juviee for now." Koki whispered, flinching at the horrified look on Nymara's face.

"Shit, it was the vandalizing, wasn't it?" Nymara rasped, looking around for anything to drink. She groaned, cupping her face in her large paws and falling backwards onto the damp, yellowing bottom bunk bedside with a loud squeak from the mattress.

"Mm-hmm." Koki sighed, hopping down from the top bunk and next to Nymara.

The door of the room they were being held in make a creaking noise, and slid open, a ram with a security guard uniform standing in front of the doorway. "Follow me." He bleated, turning around as they duo jumped off the bedside.

"Names?" The ram demanded.

"Koki Supialson." Koki mumbled, watching as the officer pecked in the letters. He then turned to Nymara.

"Name."

Nymara was silent for a moment. "Bucky McBoing Boing." She drawled sarcastically. The ram began typing it in for a second, but after a moment, he shot his head up and gave Nymara a look. She lifted her paw, flipping the ram off with her tongue sticking out.

"Name." The ram's voice had deepened, clearly unamused with Nymara's sarcasm. The ligeress rolled her eyes.

"Nymara Pridely." She grumbled, tempted to chomp his horns off as he handed Koki and Nymara the plaques to pose for their mugshots.

"What was the crime?" The ram asked, sitting in front of the computer screen again.

"Vandalism." Koki sighed, itching at her ear nervously.

"What did you write?" The ram questioned, this time his horizontal pupils staring at Nymara.

"'Swiggity Swell, Y'all Belong In Fucking Hell.'" Nymara said sarcastically, a scornful smirk perking at corners of her mouth. The officer looked at Koki for clarification, as if he thought Nymara was pulling another joke. Koki stifled a giggle as she nodded.

The ram entered the words, shaking his head, though he looked like he was holding back a laugh as well.

Koki took her mugshots first, shamefully obeying as she stood to the side, now waiting for Nymara to finish her shots.

"Turn." The sheep ordered, ignoring Nymara as she cussed him out and flipped him off several times. Nymara stopped yelling as she heard the familiar blip of her tame collar turning a warning orange. The ram looked curious about it, though he said nothing, happy she'd quieted down.

The ram led them into a room, where orange jumpers were presented, much to Nymara's dismay. "But they don't even match my eye color!" Nymara protested, batting her eyes at the new guard, an ox. He didn't react.

"Change in there." The ox bellowed, pointing to a small room, the uncomfortably sauntering out in the eyesore of clothes a few minutes later. Nymara hadn't taken off a necklace, a cheap 25 cent ring slung on the chain, and her tame collar still was clasped around her neck.

"Necklace." The ox demanded, opening a palm for her to place it in. Nymara enveloped it in her hand.

"Suspects can keep small personal items nowadays. I can keep this." Nymara dictated, huffing angrily and folding her arms. The ox eyed her collar, but upon realization of what it was, he didn't question it.

"Go through there for fingerprinting." He ordered, folding their casual clothings into neat squares and into separate bins.

Nymara strolled through the door, lifting Koki up so she could print her paw prints on the paper. The polar bear motioned for Nymara to place down her prints, but Nymara shook her head. "Y'all already got mine a few years ago."

The lady polar bear clicked her mouse on the computer, and nodded for Nymara to proceed, where the duo were patted down, Nymara almost biting the hands of the panther patting her.

"Where are we going now?" Koki asked as they headed through yet another doorway.

"A health screening." Nymara replied, scowling. She clearly hated this part.

Koki submitted to the x-ray and blood test, Nymara clearly refusing, and giving them Doctor Yuu's number in reply.

"Are you participants of any gangs?" A leopardess inquired, Koki and Nymara both laughing at the idea.

"Nope." They answered in unison, and were placed in a cell room again.

"This is totally shitty!" Nymara howled, kicking the bedpost in fury.

"Careful, Nymara. You're gonna buzz yourself." Koki warned, but Nymara paid no heed to the warning.

"I'm in fucking jail again!" Nymara screamed, collapsing onto the bedside as she was jolted by the collar.

"Yo, officer!" Koki called out. "I want my phone call!" She swung on the bars of the cell, getting the attention of a grizzly bear. He grunted, opening the cell and leading her to the landline.

"You calling your aunt?" Nymara called out, her voice sorrowful and apologetic.

"Yeah. I'm fuckin' dead." Koki drawled, dialing the numbers and waiting for them to pick up.

"You wanna call, too?" The bear asked gruffly. Nymara slumped down on the bunk bed.

"Nah. No one would even answer. No one to call." Nymara muttered sadly, rolling on her side, the collar getting in the way of her comfortableness.

…

A few hours had passed, and Koki's aunt and uncle had arrived at the station, scolding her for getting in trouble, but Nymara knew they were only worried.

"Can't you post bail for Nymara, too?" Koki pleaded, but her aunt had glared Nymara and sighed.

"We barely had enough money to get you, Koki. Now get your belongings and let's get on home." Her aunt coaxed, Koki leaving Nymara reluctantly.

"Actually, officer!" Nymara called to the bear. "Can I have that call now?"

Nymara nibbled on the edge of her lip, laughing nervously as she heard the voice of the animal who answered the phone, his voice a sexy, sleepy drawl.

"Who dis?" Pete slurred. Her call seemed to have waken him.

"Hiya, Petey. It's, uh, Mari." Nymara replied, twirling the cord of the phone with a finger.

"Oh, Mari! What are you doing up so early?" Pete asked, his voice perking up as he recognized her voice.

"Oh, you know, getting arrested. No biggie." Nymara laughed loudly, clearing her throat. A glass cup shattered on Pete's end of the line.

"Again?! Mari, what did you do this time?" Pete demanded. She could hear his feet tapping worriedly and his stubby tail swishing back and forth as he paced.

"Vandalized the school." Nymara whispered. She heard him shift the phone to his other ear, and sigh loudly. He was most likely holding his head on his paws.

"Mari, you're gonna be working at a Bugga Burger in Savanna Central next thing you know! Or you'll move back here and be just like our fathers! Never being able to hold a job because they were former felons!" Pete exclaimed, and she heard his tame collar zap him and his yelp of pain.

"Please, Mari. I-I'll scrounge up some money for your bail in a couple days, okay?" He panted. He was still getting accustomed to his collar monitoring his heart spikes.

"No! I mean, you don't have to bail me out this time. I survived jail a for a few months when I was fifteen, I can do it here." Nymara sighed, clutching her necklace. She imagined Pete was holding his as well.

"Have it your way. But I'll come down and visit you in a couple days. See you, Saturday?" Pete asked. Nymara cracked a smile.

"It's a date, Petey. Gotta go. It's lights out." Nymara said quickly and hung the phone back up.

"Back in the cell, Stripey." The grizzly ordered. It was this moment Nymara realized the bear was a girl.

"No prob, grumpy pants." Nymara said with a hearty salute. The grizzly roughly shoved Nymara in the cell, about to close it when a rhino officer came through the doors with a female fox in an oversized hoodie and jeans.

"Ah, Jadis. Wondering when you'd show up again." The grizzly said, her voice almost affectionate. "You can room with this sassy-ass."

"You got it, Gertrude." The fox chirped, seemingly not minding as the rhino roughly shoved her in, the long limbed fox almost getting thrown into the wall.

"Ah!" The fox noticed Nymara, smiling cheerfully. "I'm Jadis! What's your name?"

"Uh, why?" Nymara asked, unsure of this vixen.

"It is the polite thing to do." Jadis rolled her eyes like it was obvious. "Plus, Gertrude seems to like you." She nodded her muzzle to the grizzly bear.

"Her? Like me?" Nymara threw her head back in a short laugh. "No one really likes me, especially officers."

"Ah, you seem like-a real hoot!" Jadis crowed, leaping up onto the bedside next to Nymara. "So, what do they call you?"

Deciding Jadis' trusting attitude was perfect to have a little fun with, Nymara held a paw out. "Bucky McBoing Boing atcha service."

"Well, Bucky, from your little mental wall here," Jadis made a square shape with her paws, "I see you've been here before. Hmm, I'd say early teen. Maybe fourteen-ish. Probably something like petty theft. Am I right?"

Nymara opened her mouth, her jaw dropping in surprise. "Aw, don't be all shocked! You're gonna catch flies…." Jadis chuckled, closing Nymara's mouth.

"How'd you know that?" Nymara demanded. Jadis rolled her eyes again.

"You-a got this whole tough girl facade goin' on here, but I can see past it, girl. Kindred folk, I am. Like you, I mean." Jadis urged, hopping up on her feet. "Just like-a I know your name ain't 'Bucky McBoing Boing.'"

Nymara smiled to herself. Jadis sure is funny. "Nymara." The ligeress shook Jadis' paw. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but what exactly are you, Jadis? You look like a fox but you act like a wolf." Nymara concluded, eyeing Jadis.

Jadis smirked, flipping and doing a handstand. "Simple. I'm a maned wolf. Not a fox, though I was adopted by a family of foxes. That's how I met Floyd." She trilled, her lime green eyes popping out cheerily.

"Who's Floyd?" Nymara inquired, keeping her voice low so the guards wouldn't hear them.

"My boyfriend. He'll see I'm missin' and post bail in-a couple-a days." Jadis yawned. "I was only shopliftin' for the kids again."

"Kids? You're a mother?" Nymara was surprised. Jadis couldn't have been over twenty two.

"Me and Floyd? Nah! Floyd and I aren't the same species, so havin' kids would be impossible. I steal for the orphans. Yeah, real Robin Hood, ain't I?" Jadis drawled, climbing up the ladder of the bunk beds to the top one.

"It's a good cause." Nymara admitted. "I'd probably never do something like that. Too selfish. Aren't interspecies relationships frowned upon, though?"

"Says the ligeress." Jadis retorted, though she didn't sound angry. Nymara gasped loudly in shock, and Jadis swung onto the bottom bunk in worry.

"Shit, hun, I'm sorry! Jadis apologized. "I just know a hybrid when I see one. Floyd's a fennec-grey fox hybrid. I think-a hybrids are real nice. Proof interspecies can coexist. Or at least in-a some of us."

Nymara perked up, a bright smile on her face. "Another hybrid? Me and Pete aren't alone!"

"Pete? I take he's another hybrid, as well." Jadis concluded, clicking her tongue to pass time.

"Yep. A blynx." Nymara answered.

"Hey, is anyone gonna bail you?" Jadis asked. "What you even do?"

"I graffitied my school gym floor with spray paint cans sayin' 'Swiggity Swell, Y'all Belong In Fuckin' Hell.'" Nymara replied, chuckling at the phrase again. It was still genius.

Jadis burst out laughing, though she cut herself short, careful not to alert any guards. "That's pure gold! Say, if you ain't-a gettin' bailed, Floyd and I always could."

"Nah, I'll just wait it out. Pete's coming to visit me Saturday, anyways." Nymara replied, flopping down on the bed and wrapping the thin wool blanket over her. "Night, Jadis. It was awesome to meet you."

"Same to ya, Nymara. I think we're gonna be real pals." Jadis expressed, leaping up to the top bunk and falling asleep almost instantly.

…

"Up and at 'em!" A loud hippo stirred Nymara and Jadis awake. "Breakfast!"

"Mmm!" Jadis exclaimed as the bars of their cell opened. "Prison slop, my favorite!" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

Nymara chuckled to herself. It was Saturday, and a day had passed since she'd been roomed with Jadis. She announced that at every meal.

"Quiet, Howlson." The hippo guard ordered. Jadis mimicked Nymara's sassy salute and they strolled to breakfast, in the predator line.

"Floyd should be-a bailing me today." Jadis said through mouthfuls of the slop Nymara assumed was food. She shoved her portion over to the she-wolf.

"You said that blynx pal is comin' too see ya?" Jadis asked, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie. Somehow, she'd managed to not have guards catch her in civies clothing. Until, now.

"Howlson!" The hippo hollered, the pounding footsteps of the animal charging to their table. "What are doing in that? You should be in a jumper like everyone else!"

Jadis glanced down at the clothes she'd been arrested in. "Oh, my bad, Officer Lagoon. I'll change right now. Why don't you-a escort me?"

The hippo raised an eyebrow, but she firmly grasped Jadis' back and led her to the rooms with the jumper suits and where they kept everyone's belongings.

Minutes later, Jadis returned, suited up in the orange jumper, but it wasn't how her fur and the color of the jumper clashed that made Nymara stare at her. It was the black neckband strapped firmly on Jadis' neck.

"W-what? You have one, too?" Nymara breathed, pulling down the shirt collar of the jumper to reveal her own.

Jadis' expression flashed sadly for a moment, but she managed a wide grin. "Yeah! I had an incident with-a moose a few days ago and they-a fitted me with-a this. It…. It was then I discovered I was a hybrid like Floyd. Part maned wolf, part african wild dog." Jadis admitted, her voice lower than a whisper.

"Howlson, Pridely! You got visitors!" The hippo guard called out. Jadis leapt up, racing with a shining in her eyes as she saw the face of a dusty greyish fox.

"Floyd!" Jadis squealed, her eyes lighting up in joy as a guard handed her a bin with her belongings in it.

"You're free again, Howlson. Don't let me catch you stealing again." The grizzly bear- Gertrude- said sternly.

"Wait, Nymara!" Jadis realized, turning around and spotting the ligeress chatting between the glass with her blynx friend. "Look, someone posted bail for you!" Jadis announced, stealing the phone away from Pete.

Nymara shot a look at Pete. "I told you I could handle being in here!" She growled. Pete threw his arms up in the air.

"I swear I didn't bail you, as much as I wanted to." He insisted, hugging her as an officer handed the ligeress a bin with her clothing in it.

Nymara looked towards Jadis. "You didn't have your boyfriend bail me, did you?" She asked her new hybrid friend.

The fennec-grey fox hybrid shook his head. "Nope. Jadis mentioned you, but that you wanted to tough it out." His greyish eyes seemed to drift upwards, staring at the collars on Pete and Nymara's necks.

"You two are hybrids like Jadis and myself?" Floyd asked, divulging that he wore a tame collar as well.

"Why is it that we're all hybrids and we all have 'tame collars'?" Pete growled. Floyd's shoulders sagged.

"I'm betting we all mindlessly attacked someone in our earlier lives." Floyd rested his chin in his paw. "Jadis was fitted with hers recently, and I've had mine since I was thirteen."

Nymara gasped softly in shock. "Pete was given his recently, and I was ten. Floyd, how old are you?" Nymara demanded, pacing as if she had an idea.

"I'm twenty one. Wait, when you were ten…" Floyd trailed off, realizing at what Nymara was getting at.

"You were thirteen. We got our collars at exactly eight years ago. I'm betting Jadis only got hers four days ago, just like Pete did." Nymara balled her fists. "I don't think us attacking those animals were accidents. I think someone is targeting hybrids like us."

"Hold on," Pete said, "if I didn't bail you, and Floyd didn't bail you, and we all know your family wouldn't bail you, then who did, Nymara?"

Nymara dashed up to one of the officers, politely clearing her throat. "Excuse me, can you tell me who bailed me?" The bison to whom she was speaking to nodded kindly.

"Of course! He was a real sure of himself lion. Leone Pridely he said his name was. Said he was your father."

A/N

Pix: Nymara's father?! Ohhhhhaaaaa! (Idk what that was) And their outbursts weren't accidents, you say? Hmmmm, wonder what could possibly be in store for us….

Italy: Hehe, Koki's just being bailed out like a wuss. What a baby. So, I dunno who's a senior and who's not, but we aren't (us the writers aren't, but Koki and Nymara are), just clearing that up. School's a bitch, too many tests. Plus, a stressful project that counts for 10% of all of our fucking classes for our final grades. Yep. So, if we don't update very often, that's why. Welp, byyyyyyyyyyye! :P