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endofherwildsideau · 10 months

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Her Voice by Bliss

Deadname: Olivia Omenma

Name: Chief/Queen Olive the Savanna & Cheetah Alpha

Name Meaning: Olive Or From The Olive Tree. Kind one. Peace. Symbol of Peace.

Nicknames: Ollie, Liv, and Livie.

Birthday: June 24

Cause of Death: Dehydration and Starving

Age: 189 (dies in the age of 16)

Species: a hybrid of human and King cheetah

Race: African

Gender: Female ♀

Relationship status: Single/Soon to be in Relationship

Sexuality: Lesbian

Home World: Earth (Formley) Miracle Region (Currently)

Kingdom: The Deep Savanna; Agboloa, Cullfield, Southern town, The Prideland, Wakanda City, and Golden Mound, and Daggerwash Bay.

Home: The Prideland; African hut house 🛖

Role or Job: Cheetah Alpha. Goddess of Speed. Queen of Savanna Tribe. Ruler of The Deep Savanna; Agboloa, Cullfield, Southern town, The Prideland, Wakanda City, and Golden Mound, Daggerwash Bay, & Savanna Alphas. Holder of Crow Jewel pieces. Master of taming Savanna animals. Tribal warrior/hunter. Herbalist and herbs shop owner.

Companion Pet:

Mandla the Giant Vulture

Spirit Animal/Sibling:

Lindiwe Elder Long-Tusker (Spirit Sister)

Makena the Long-Tusker (Spirit Sister)

Jabari the Long-Tusker (Spirit Brother)

Ada the Baby Long-Tusker (Spirit Sister)

Bonding Partner:

???

Parents:

Unnamed parents

Partner:

Liza the Panda Alpha (friend; secret crush)

Sibling:

Rudy the Rhinoceros Alpha (Older sister)

Biff the Heyna Alpha (Middle brother

Otto the Elephant Alpha (Younger brother)

Atlas the Lion Alpha (Youngest brother)

Relative:

Unnamed uncle and aunt

Edmund the Giraffe Alpha (Cousin)

Laura & Beatricia the Guardians of Brazil (cousins)

Abilities:

Alpha Physiology

Apex Predator Physiology

Cheetah Physiology

Felinae Physiology

Feline Physiology

Human Physiology

Hybrid Physiology

Aim Dodging

Ally Empowerment

Animal Companionship

Animal Creation - only the Savanna animals

Animal Imitation

Animal Training Mastery - only the Savanna animals

Animalistic Vocalization

Avian Companionship

Bioluminescence

Camouflage

Canine Companionship

Ceiling Walk

Claw Retraction

Companion Allegiance

Creature Studies Mastery - only the savanna animals

Dachtylídikinetic Combat

Dashing

Declaration Aging

Enhanced Agility

Enhanced Balance

Enhanced Flexibility

Enhanced Hearing

Enhanced Leap

Enhanced Reflexes

Enhanced Running

Enhanced Senses

Enhanced Smell

Enhanced Speed

Enhanced Stealth

Enhanced Strength

Expressive Ears

Feline Manipulation - only on cheetahs

Glowing Eyes - only when the power is active or glows in the dark.

G-Force Adaptation

Hair Growth

Infinite Digestive System

Magic Ring

Mind Control - to control other savanna alphas

Mind Link - to control other savanna alphas

Mobile Tasking

Mode Switching - Companion Form and Animal Mode

Night Vision

Object Summoning - via using the rings

Omnilingualism

Plains Adaptation

Plains Magic

Plains Manipulation

Pointed Ears

Powerful Bite

Predator Instinct

Prehensile Tail

Regeneration Healer Factor

Riders Aptitude - only the Mandla

Ring Proficiency

Spear Proficiency

Sudden Activity

Tail Manifestation

Taming - only the Savanna animals

Trap Evasion

Tapetum Lucidum Manifestation

Unique Eye Coloration

Vertical Pupils

Wallrunning

Weapon Summoning - via using the rings

Zoolingualism

Zoological Mastery

Powers:

Accelerated Metabolism

Accelerated Perception

Accelerated Tasking

Accelerated Thought Process

Acceleration Immunity

Electric Aura

Electric Discharge

Electric Trail

Electrically Enhanced Speed

Electricity Generation

Focused Time Perception

High-Speed Agility

High-Speed Leap

High-Speed Reflexes

Hyper Acceleration

Hyper Chasing

Hyper Deceleration

Hyper Fleeing

Hyper Relative Speed

Molecular Acceleration

One-Speed Maintenance

Ring Attacks

Ring Manipulation

Ring Portal Creation - via using the rings

Ring Projection

Slow-Motion

Speed Arts

Speed Combat

Speed Disassembly

Speed Flicking

Speed Maintenance

Speed Perception

Speed-Based Strength

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sugar-plump-gal · 2 years

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OH WAIT, TELL US ABOUT YOUR FURSONAS SO WE CAN BULLY/SPOIL THEM TOO >:0

OH YEAH SHIT I NEVER DID THAT WOOPS

Okay so, I have like a dozen of them, and most are honestly less sonas and more just ocs I made after going 'oh hey that's a cool animal' but! Here you go;

-Maria, Fruit Bat (Flying fox). My first and main fursona, is basically just my ideal self. Friendly, energetic, hedonistic, and a bit clumsy.

-Frin, Poison Dart Frog. Cold, inexpressive geneticist who, despite acting near-emotionless, fucks like a machine. She constantly secretes an aphrodisiac and produces eggs, so just shaking her hand has a high risk of leading to you with a belly bulging with eggs.

-Saela, Kobold. Are kobolds furries? Idk, but I lump her in with them anyways! She's short, thick as hell, not exactly the brightest, and kinda just a stereotypical kobold, but I love her a lot.

-Snary, Snail. Can't talk, doesn't really communicate in other ways either, and basically just looks/acts like a giant snail that has arms.

-Milly, Mouse. Basically a representation of all the especially flusterable, bottomy parts of me. Extreme anxiety, fair bit of depression, and generally just a huge nerd who gets really nervous around pretty people.

-Ginny, Giraffe/Cow hybrid. Total bimbo, fat as hell, and too friendly for her own or others' good. Similar to Chorda tbh, but waaay dumber.

-Jenny, Giraffe. Ginny's half sister who is the complete opposite of her in every way. Tall and lanky, extremely bookish, quite shy, a bit of a grump, and a little snobby. Meant to be a foil to Ginny and/or provide a more contrasting starting point for kink shenanigans.

-Beth, Bee/Moth. Shortstack, workaholic, kind of a bully, and absurdly fluffy. Produces honey internally, leading to inflation/expansion/ect shenanigans, and produces dust externally, a powdery substance that. I thiiink was an aphrodesiac? Maybe? I don't have access to the server I made her in and it was years ago so I'm not sure.

-Cherry, Cheetah. Strives to live an extremely suburban life, white picket fences and bake sales, going jogging with her church's book club, stuff like that. Overwhelming, constant anxiety, can very easily work herself up into hyperventilating over minor issues. Very sweet, just emotionally delicate. Surprising criminal past, will easily fall into past habits from bad influences.

-Big Cat, Lion/Cougar/Lynx/ect hybrid. She's pretty much a mix of every big cat, hence the name. Local 'gang leader,' but all her 'gang' really does is act obnoxious, be loudly drunk, and commit really petty crimes for laughs. Absolutely hugelarge, heavily inspired by that one cat lady from Poppy. Cherry's ex, broke up after Cherry was fed up of being dragged into hijinks and Big Cat was tired of Cherry taking things too far. Nicer than she acts.

-Mori, Moray Eel. Absolutely fucking terrifying mermaid who is, in reality, actually just very shy and lonely and just as afraid of people as they are of her. Very large, would be ten feet tall if she had legs, but very much a gentle giant.

I also have a deer named Diana, but that's pretty much all the development she's got, and a Tanuki named Tuni, but she's pretty much just Maria but a tanuki instead of a bat. There's also a pair of nagas but they're definitely more OC than fursona.

#long post #i stg i tried to keep it somewhat brief but #each character just. got more and more fleshed out over time #ask #ocs #save #bc hey it's a long list #weightywritings adiposeart

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provider-of-guardians · 1 year

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“Leopard” is a compound word. “Leo” of course is the lion, but what is the “pard”? The Romans believed in an animal called the “pard.” It was described as yellow, spotted, and very fast. This very much describes cheetahs. The leopard was believed to be a hybrid between the Leo and the Pard. The ancient Romans likely believed leopards were lion x cheetah hybrids. It’s not that unreasonable. It’s better then thinking giraffes are camel x leopard hybrids..

Awwww, blessed information

#provider of ramblings #corvusherpestidae

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aicurves · 6 months

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Rabbit/cobra hybrid

Poodle/tarantula

Stork/crocodile

Cheetah/peacock

Fox/octopus

Otter/owl

Doberman/giraffe

#ai art #animal hybrid #amateur artist

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ulriksenmartens · 2 years

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jayde-jots · 2 years

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Okay, I'm on a kick again for my Mythic!AU, so have some headcanons!

Gordon I am going to redesign as a pegasus just like his brother. He's the eldest out of the two and the biggest if you were to put them side by side. While because he's bigger and more muscular he's slower than his brother, what he makes up for from speed he makes in strength. So he's stronger than Scotsman but slower and neither of them ever let the other forget it.

All of the tank engines or small engines like the narrow gauge are fauns, but there are some rare exceptions like Thomas.

The minimum gauge engines are fae, hybrids of pixies and fairies.

James hides a secret that involves Rosie.

Edward is the only normal pure breed centaur on the island, everyone else is either a unicorn or pegasus or not even a horse.

The diesels are all were-creatures.

The steamies will always have the bottom half of an animal, but Stephen is the exception by being a dragon.

Duck is a harpy.

Spencer is a hybrid of a lion and pegasus centaur.

Connor and Caitlin are cheetah and pegasus centaurs.

If their an express engine you can expect them to have wings or have the ability to fly. Henry is the exception.

The laws in this world are that a poacher cant kill a mythic if they are owned by a business, so that's the fear for the mythos that replaces scrapping, if they lose their ownership they're liable to poaching and being killed.

Electric engines will be types of spirits or magic users.

What the steam team are- Thomas is an alicorn centaur, Edward is a mustang centaur, Henry is a dear centaur (former forest spirit.), Gordon is a shire pegasus centaur, James is a unicorn centaur made out of ruby, Percy is a faun (Later were-goat-man.), Emily is a banshee and dullahan hybrid, Nia is a zebra and giraffe centaur hybrid, Rebecca is a shire unicorn centaur.

Spencer was raised from a kitten by the Duke and Duchess of Boxford as their son, they are also vampires.

The Hatt family from Sir Topham Hatt's father down to him and his brother and children and grandchildren are immortals. So Dowager Hatt, Lady Hatt, Sir Topham Hatt's son/daughter-in-law are not immortals.

Breeding programs are a thing in this world, so if a character has a lot of living siblings you'll know why.

That's all I got, feel free to ask questions.

#ttte #mythic!au #cinder scribbles

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caradickson · 3 years

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Illusion

Cheating Nature

This was my hybrid animal task where I had to blend two different animals together.

So I started out with a image of a giraffe and an image of a cheetah.

Firstly I copied in my cheetah face on top of the giraffe. I selected just the head in another photoshop file and copied over.

I then made a copy of the background layer and erased the part of the giraffe’s that was still showing.

I made a new layer and cloned in some of the cheetahs spots down the neck of the gifaffe to help blend them together.

Finally I made adjustments with the saturation and curves to further more blend the animals together.

#postproduction #preproduction #illusion

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calliecat93 · 4 years

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Wild Kratts Photosets: Creature Powers (Peregrine Falcon, Giraffe, Cheetah, Termite, Ostrich, Ostrich Chick, Ostrich-Rhino-Elephant-Lion Hybrid)

Uh-Oh Ostrich

#wild kratts #wk photosets #so many creature powers

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murmywormy · 4 years

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(TW: Body Image and Dysmorphic Thoughs)

A Hybrid. A Lab Rat. A Freak of Nature.

Nothing special about you came out of a bottle. There’s no cure that could come out of one either

You start out as a human.

You transform, cheetah spots going up your legs around your neck, nowhere on your body safe. Instead of a striking black, an unforgiving, raw red.

They transform in front of your eyes. From human, to a cat, and now a lizard. Whether they grow white and subtle like a snake, or bold, rough scales - samurai armor. The more you try to rid of them yourself, the more you bleed. The more time you wish they’d go away, the bigger they are

You know you’re transformed. People wonder if you’re contagious. You wonder if people wonder if you’re contagious. You are the main attraction at the zoo. They point and laugh and wash their hands by just being around you.

You need a cure. You need to be human. Every potion you take works slow. Every potion fight against your body. Be a freak or be sick. Burn or not be human.

In the end your body always wins. Your body, no longer human, and never fully human again, gained super strength., or something like that.

And so did you.

You’re no superhero, and soon, the zoo tires of you too. Once a star, now something rude to talk about. Especially when you’ve melted into society with other hybrids: those with Giraffe spots, Aye-Aye eyes, bird beaks and quills. Hybrids shot at, sewn up, survived better or worse than you.

This prose is unfinished because the journey of seeing yourself as all of you, is still happening. I know it is for me.

#body image #body insecurities #prose #dysmorphia mention #allusions to body dysmorphia #body #dark thoughts #dehumanization thoughts #unfinished #based off a true story #tw: mental health #tw: body dysphoria

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rabbitcruiser · 4 years

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Bronx Zoo, New York City (No. 38)

African Plains allows visitors to walk past lions, African wild dogs, and Grévy's zebras, and see herds of Thomson's gazelles, lowland nyalas, and slender-horned gazelles sharing their home with lesser kudus, marabou storks, grey crowned cranes, blue cranes, and red-flanked duikers. Hybrid giraffes (Baringo × reticulated giraffe) roam nearby. The exhibit originally opened in 1941 and was the first in the country to allow visitors to view predators and their prey in a naturalistic setting as well as allowing large predators such as lions to be exhibited cage-free. This success was achieved through the creation of a series of deep moats, a set-up which can still be found at the zoo today. The wild dogs, however, can be viewed close-up from a glass-fronted viewing pavilion. The zoo has bred their lions on multiple occasions, including one male and two females born in January 2010 and three males and one female born in August 2013. The zoo, in partnership with the NY Daily News, held a contest to name the 2010 cubs, which made their public debut in April 2010. The winning names were Shani, Nala, and Adamma. The 2013 cubs were named Thulani, Ime, Bahata, and Amara and the three males can still be found on-exhibit at the zoo. The Carter Giraffe Building, a section of African Plains, features indoor/outdoor viewing of the zoo's giraffes and southern ostriches (Struthio camelus australis), and is also home to spotted hyenas, common dwarf mongoose, and southern white-faced owls. In June 2009, two aardvarks imported from Tanzania joined the exhibit. In September 2010, the pair gave birth to a male named Hoover, the first to ever be born at the zoo. In 1924, the zoo became the first in North America to exhibit the species.

Until 2009, the southwestern corner of African Plains was home to the endangered Arabian oryx and blesbok. Due to budget cuts and the unpopularity of the species with visitors, they were phased-out of the collection. This section of the exhibit remains empty. In 2017 they received two baby cheetahs from the San Diego Zoo. Cheetahs are now part of their animal encounter programs. They were replaced by the hyenas.

Source: Wikipedia

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kumeko · 5 years

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duplication

Characters/Pairings: Keith, Pidge

A/N: Written for the @kidgezine! It was a lot of fun writing these two and having them bump off one another. This is a bit of an in-between seasons piece, a missing scene.

Summary: Take me near the asteroid, Pidge had said. We’ll be safe, she had said. Keith wasn’t sure why he still listened to her sometimes. Hopefully they could fix their spaceship and get out.

…

“Almost done?” Keith crouched down next to the command panel, his hands hanging loosely off his knees. It was a little strange doing this now, for various reasons—he was a little taller, for one. For two, it had been two years since he’d last done this.

“Almost!” A pair of sneakers wiggled happily from underneath a buzzing machine. At least, he hoped it was happy and not a panicked response to the heavy metal object squishing his friend. After hearing a few clunks and a soft curse, the feet slowly pulled out, revealing a very grimy and dusty Pidge. “We really need to dust under there.”

“Probably.” Keith grimaced, reaching onto the command panel to grab the towel. At least this explained why she had him search the small ship for one. “Will it run?”

“Thanks!” Taking off her glasses, she rubbed them clean as she considered his question. “Soon—I reconnected a few things and—” There was a soft splutter, the lights flickered briefly, and Pidge’s smile dropped a notch. “Ok, scratch that. I might have to go under a few more times.”

“That’s what you said an hour ago.” Keith shook his head and stood up. Looking out the main window, he sighed at the empty expanse of space ahead of them. Somehow, that was always the case. Whether he was trapped on an asteroid for two years, lost in his lion, losing the others and their lions—the ridiculously big and complicated space full of beings to protect was somehow always empty when he needed them to give a hand back.

Probably for the best anyways. Last time someone had tried to help them, they had also tried to sell them to the empire. Not an experience he was looking forward to repeating. “Once we get this fixed, we should just head back.”

“Huh?” Pidge stood up, gripping her towel tightly. “I thought we were going to the edge of the Quantum Abyss.”

“You do know I spent two years there, right?” Keith pointed out dryly. It was a little funny how much shorter she was; he had always been taller but now he felt like a giant. “And I was lucky it was only two years.”

“Well, yeah, that’s why we’re going there.” Pidge pouted, crossing her arms. Any anger or even power in her stance was lost by the fact that only her glasses were clean and the rest of her face was a black, sooty mess. With popcorn on it.

Yeah, they definitely needed to clean down there. Allura’s pet mice were fun, but Keith wasn’t too keen to discover just what other rodents existed in the universe. “We’re going only close enough for you to get the data, no more than that.”

“Good enough!” Pidge grinned, raising the towel once more to wipe her face. Before he could stop her, she smeared it even worse, until she looked almost like a modern art exhibit. Hanging it on her shoulder, she sat down. “Break time! Did you find any snacks?”

He stared at her moment, debating whether or not to tell her about her face. Well, she’d be going back under anyways soon enough and she couldn’t really get much worse than that. Probably. Grabbing a black bag off his seat, he settled down on the floor next to her. “Just a few—we need to ration our goods until we can move again.”

Pidge’s hand was already halfway into the bag. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She pulled out a purple bag with a strange green giraffe-cow hybrid on it. Without hesitation, she popped it open and munched on neon-green striped things that he hoped were chips. “Ahhh, that hits the spot.”

Did it? Even after all their time out here, he was just as surprised by the food as he was when they first came out here. Gingerly, he pulled out a blinding yellow bag, full of Cheetos. Cheetos with brown spots. They didn’t taste anything at all like cheese and he wondered for a moment if they were actually made out of some space-cheetah. “Better than nothing.”

“Don’t be like that!” Pidge head-butted his arm before stealing one of his Cheetos. “Ohh, that’s an interesting flavour.”

“Hey!” Frowning, he tried to grab one of hers in retaliation, but she kept yanking the bag out of reach.

“You don’t even like them!” She batted his hands away, more fluid and accurate than he’d expected. Keith had remembered her clumsier, only graceful with a screen and a toolbelt. “Your arms are so much longer now!”

“But not long enough.” Giving up, he returned to his now heavily guarded bag.

“Really? Is it because you’re half Galra? Will you grow even more?” Pidge poked at his arm now, her food discarded to the side. She’d done this before, when he’d first returned, but somehow the topic never tired her. Her hands slowly inched along his arm, pressing and prodding each muscle. “You’re going to need new clothes.”

“I already need new clothes.” Keith rolled his eyes, remembering just how little of his wardrobe fit when he returned. Even his favourite jacket didn’t, leading to an awkward tear that left Lance in hysterical laughter.

“I wonder how long you’ll live—I mean, I thought Lotor and his family were immortal because of the quintessence, but his nanny’s still alive too.” Pidge sighed, resting her cheek on his arm. “And you’re half-human too; I need to study biology.”

“Really? Do you mean literally immortal or just very—” Keith paused, processing what Pidge had just said. He whipped his face to hers, incredulous eyes wide. “His nanny?”

“His nanny,” she confirmed, a solemn nod. “She who raised him in the ways of the Galara.”

“His nanny,” Keith repeated, the word still funny and strange to hear. The Galara had nannies? Lotor had a nanny? It was weird to think of him as a child, listening obediently or even getting punished. “What’s she like?”

“Strict?” Pidge shrugged, tossing her hands up uncertainly. “You should ask Hunk, she taught him.”

He wasn’t sure if that was even more of a surprise than finding out he was effectually immortal and Lotor still had his babysitter. “Hunk? Really?”

“He really liked it.” Pidge bit her lip, before retracting her words. “He sorta liked it and he’s never going back.”

“I don’t think that’s called liking it.” Keith snorted and after a moment, Pidge joined in, hunching over as she laughed.

“You should have seen his face, though.” She wiped her eyes, her fingers blurring the tear streaks and oil into a single wet mess.

Keith resisted the urge to tell her to look at hers—he’d take a discrete photo later. It almost seemed like her face got worse with every second and he wanted the maximum impact. “Next time.”

She shook her chip bag over her mouth, dropping the last of the crumbs before discarding the bag. Within seconds, she was back onto her creeper seat. Stretching her arms in front of her, she announced, “Break time is over.”

Keith nodded, taking another bite of his Cheeto. When she scrunched her brow, nodding at his bag, he shrugged. “I’m not really doing anything.”

“…” Pidge opened her mouth and then closed it. He could almost see the argument running through her mind, her hand raising and dropping as she tried out different ideas before finally giving up with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess so.” As he smiled, she pouted, staring at him with narrowed eyes and puffed up cheeks. “For now.”

Again, her threat would have been more convincing if she didn’t now have cheeto streaks added into her Picasso face. More than getting the best shot, he really, really wanted to clean her face. Before he could say anything, she dived back under the console panel. “For now!”

Her feet were the only indication of progress and he watched them as he ate. Tapping fast meant she was searching for something or doing routine work, while slow tapping indicated something difficult had come up. It was comforting, almost, reminding him of his time at the castle, his time as a paladin. Time had worn the hectic memories into fond ones. He had half forgotten his disastrous leadership until Lance had kindly reminded him of just how bad it was.

Somehow, they even had it on video and he wasn’t sure if the black lion had betrayed him or Hunk and Pidge just hacked into every camera they could find and then some.

“Wrench,” Pidge ordered, holding her hand out from other the panel.

Digging through her toolbox, he grabbed the first wrench he saw. “This one?”

She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the head, before dropping it with a clang. “Bigger one.”

“Bigger…” he dug through the tool box, nails and sockets before finding another wrench. “3/4?”

“Yep.” Her hand disappeared immediately, and he heard a soft clanging, a swear, and then a sharp click. “Try the command panel.”

“…the command panel?” He stared at her feet accusingly, as though the guilt could travel up her spine. “You broke the command panel?”

“Technically, you didn’t even know about it till now, so it was never broken,” Pidge retorted, her foot tapping impatiently. “Did you check?”

“You know that doesn’t make sense.” Keith went over to the control panel, tapping out various instructions. Life support, check. Docking, check. Flight—well, technically the engines were still down but the instructions worked. “It seems fine so far. Though the engines are still not working.”

“That’s expected.” She slid out once more and stood up, dusting her hands on her pants. “I can do some calibrations here.”

Keith eyed her dirty fingers with a grimace and handed her yet another towel. He was almost terrified to look into her workshop, to see just what state she left it. Her black fingerprints were already dotting her pants, the edges of the table, the bag of chips she’d discarded. “Not with those hands.”

Pidge’s brow rose even as she accepted the towel. “Didn’t know you were such a clean freak.”

“Only compared to you,” he replied dryly, watching as she ineffectually cleaned her hands. It had gone from funny to—no, it was still funny. It would probably never stop being funny, but they had to get a move on. “Let me do it.”

“Yes, mom.” Pidge blinked as he took the towel. “Is this because you spent two years with your mom?”

“What?” Keith shot her a glare, rubbing her fingers a little harder than he needed to. “No.”

“Oh, come on, you were together for two years, you sure you didn’t pick this up from her?” Pidge tried to suppress her giggles as he rubbed her fingers; she had always been a little ticklish there. “Did—ha—she do this to—ha—you?”

“She’s not that type of mom.” When Pidge gave him an expectant look, he sighed. “We…talked a lot. About dad. Home. What she did. Myself.” He paused between his points, releasing a newly cleaned finger with each one until finally he let go of her hands. “There, all done.”

“Ohhh, nice.” She wiggled them in front of her before turning to the control panel. Her fingers danced on the keyboard as she punched code after code. “Did you really just talk for two years?”

He rubbed the back of his neck—even if they’d done nothing else, the talking would have been more than worth it. Mom was more than a word now; an image, a feeling was attached to it, similar but not quite what he thought of with Dad. “We trained a lot—after we fought off the wolves, we had to make a shelter and find food but then—”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Pidge stopped typing, squinting at him. “Did you just say wolves?”

“Huh?” Keith frowned, trying to remember the exact species name. “They weren’t earth wolves, they were…uh…”

Pidge took a step toward him, her eyes sparkling. “A pack of them?”

“Yeah?” Keith backed up, unnerved by how long she had been staring at him without blinking. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Holy cow, that is amazing!” Pidge rocked back and forth on her feet, pumping her fists excitedly. “You’re like a real-life ranger.”

“Ranger?” Keith bit his lip. “Like a park ranger?”

“Oh please, nothing that normal. It’s a class in Monsters and Mana and you basically lived it.” Pidge lightly bounced up and down as she returned to her keyboard, her hands flying as fast as her mouth did. “You found food and fought off monsters and basically survived in the woods—your stats would be so high if you made a character sheet with this.”

It was like she was speaking Greek, her mind travelling from one idea to the next quicker than he could keep up. He held up his hand. “Wait, Monsters and Mana”

“It’s a game. Corran played it with us—oh right, you weren’t there.” Pidge hummed and he could see the gears in her head churning. “It’s like an rpg, but we make everything up.”

“I somehow feel that is no different than usual,” he snorted and she joined in after glowering at him for a moment.

“Yeah, I mean, sure—especially when we can’t read the text because it’s an old game and there’s like a gazillion different languages in space, but it’s a bit different.” Pidge chuckled again. “We make up our characters and play a story that Corran’s created. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Really?” He leaned against the wall, watching her face light up as she explained.

By now fixing the engines were automatic to her and she barely paid attention to what she typed. “Yeah, like Lance was this not-so-silent assassin and he kept setting off traps, Allura kept injuring herself because she picked an elf and they’re…kinda weak. And Shiro.” Pidge doubled over laughing, her hand hitting the keyboard before he could stop her.

Keith quickly inspected the keyboard before sighing with relief. They’d just fixed it. If it broke again, they might as well just wait for rescue. Distracted, he asked, “What did he do?”

“You can pick any character, any class, anything in this game. Literally anything and he picks a paladin. He picks himself.” Pidge stopped to take a breath, her cheeks creased from all the laughter. “Not once, but thrice.”

“Thrice?” Even if he’d never played the game before, that didn’t sound right.

“He died because of Allura’s mice and then an attack. So we let him pick a new character. Any character. Shiro just pretended to be his twin brother, Jiro.”

Keith winced. “I thought he had more imagination than that. And Jiro? Really?”

“I don’t think he even changed his backstory—he was supposed to be the only survivor! Then again, it’s Shiro,” Pidge guffawed, as though it explained everything. And in a way, it did. Suddenly, she fell silent, staring out the main window into deep space. Her fingers stilled, her feet stopped moving, and Pidge was quiet in a way he rarely saw her. “He wasn’t Shiro, though.”

Two blades clashed in the chambers of his memory, a mockery of Shiro’s face twisting with insults and lies. That was not Shiro. That was never Shiro. Keith firmly shook his head. “No, he wasn’t.”

“He just…he just felt like him. Can you even clone that?” Pidge rubbed her arm, looking small and uncomfortable. The rug had been pulled from under all their feet and they were still trying to land. “A person’s goodness? Their personality?”

“I don’t think so.” Keith looked at his hands, at the human skin hiding Galra blood. Just what did his DNA say? What was encoded in it? His mother’s impatience? His father’s solitude? Were they things he’d inherited or things he learned, things his own clones would have or not? “That’s…that’s not how it works, right?”

“I don’t know.” Pidge stared at the floor, as though the answers were in the endlessly repeated whorls. Her fingers curled around the table. “Maybe? I…I really should have taken more biology.”

They were different, he wanted to say, but he remembered the clone’s smile, the way he laughed with all of his body as though it was exploding out of him whenever Lance did something stupid. His hand, firm and gentle, as it rested on Keith’s shoulder, telling him to make a choice.

They weren’t the same, he wanted to say, but the words were caught in his throat, unlike the clone’s, who always had a strategy ready, who was patient enough to read the battle and find the changing tide. Or maybe it had just felt that way, that he had seen what he wanted to in the clone.

Even in the end, just before he died, Keith couldn’t be certain if the clone had spared him. If some part of Shiro had woken up beyond the Galra’s control and did the right thing, even if it was for the last time.

“The Black Lion liked him,” Keith finally said, because it was the only truth they knew. The lions always picked their master and the Black Lion had picked the clone.

“Yeah, he did.” Pidge pressed her forehead against the cool control panel, taking a deep breath. In, out, Keith matched his own to her rhythm. “That counts for something.”

“Yeah.” Keith gripped her shoulder, smiling at her when she looked up.

“Another thing your mom taught you?” Pidge asked, squeezing his hand before straightening up. “You’re usually more awkward than that.”

“It has been two years,” Keith countered, letting go.

“Yeah but, you were all alone on that rock.” Pidge went back to typing, a sly grin on her face. “And you’re Keith.”

“And you’re Pidge and I don’t think even five years will help with your height.”

“Low blow!” Pidge gave a triumphant final tap and crossed her arm. “Engines are working!”

“Finally!” Keith manned his station, setting the coordinates for the auto-pilot. “Hopefully we get back before Hunk sends a search party.”

“It might be too late for that.” Pidge pulled up more screens, double checking their logs. “You know, I kinda missed this.” She gave him an awkward smile. “Talking to you like this, I mean. And everything else.”

Keith rubbed his neck. It was strange, but one thing his solo missions had taught him was that while he did like being alone, he had also surprisingly enjoyed teamwork. Lance’s inane chatter on the line, Hunk and Pidge geeking out over the latest tech, Allura warring between caution and aggression. “Me too.”

“And since we have so much to catch up on, what if we go to the—”

“Pidge, not even for you.” Keith shot down the suggestion.

“It was worth a try.”

#keith #pidge #kidge #vld #voltron #katie holt #fanfic

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The Stukenbrock Safari Park is a combined amusement park with rides and an animal park in Schloss Holte-Stukenbrock. Located about 20 kilometers south of Bielefeld.

The park, which opened in 1969, offers a safari area through which visitors can drive their own car and an amusement park area with some rides, indoor and outdoor play areas and other attractions. In that area you will also find some animal enclosures.

And if you want to fell asleep with the hissing of the cheetahs and want to be woken up by the roar of lions, now you are able to stay here. New Safari huts and safari tents invite you to glamping in the park. A little bit of the African lodge feeling in the middle of Germany.

The amusement park area is certainly a great thing for families with children, but completely uninteresting for us. Therefore, we found the admission price of EUR 32.50 (adults) and EUR 26.50 (children), previously overpriced.

Just to look at the animals it´s a hefty price, even in the most expensive zoo you can get away much cheaper. In connection with the amusement park activities price / services may look different.

However, at the moment the question of price does not arise at all due to the Corona crisis, because a lot is closed. In order to cover at least a part of the running costs, an interim solution could be agreed with the authorities:

Since April 17th, safaris in the (exclusively) own car are allowed through the area. There is a flat rate of 20 euros per vehicle, regardless of the number of people.

Tickets can only be purchased online for a specific day and this ticket is only valid for the time window on the ticket.

The tickets must be printed out yourself and handed in contactlessly at the entrance at the ticket booth. No further activities from the Safari Park are available until further notice. Convertibles, cars with folding roofs and buses are excluded from the self drive safari.

You can visit the toilet before (and of course after) the safari, they are regularly cleaned and disinfected. Park employees are also available here. Otherwise getting out in the parking lot or even staying in the park is strictly prohibited. The safari gate is open daily from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.

What a big surprise when we approached the park entrance: hundreds of cars were already in front of the entrance, all of whom wanted to go on a safari at the special rate.

So we pushed ourself bumper to bumper into the first lockgate to get into the predator section. Only when the lockgate was filled to the last parking space was it closed at the back and opened to the front.

The whole caravan crawled out of the lockgate at a snail's pace, only to be stuck in a traffic jam. We crept on centimeter by centimeter. There were always loudspeaker announcements, one should drive in two lanes through the enclosure.

That is meant nicely, but if the lions are on the right, of course everyone wants to drive on the right. In that case driving on the left lane doesn't make so much sense, because nobody has come to look at the trees.

First you drive through the enclosure with the "normal" coloured lions, then the area with the white lions follows and finally the white tigers.

Here we also think we have identified a white liger - a lion / tiger hybrid. Reasonable photos are hardly possible there, because you have the other cars in the picture all the time and you always have to be in the move.

Finally, you get again into a lockgate, which releases the visitors into the “savanna grazing area” with antelopes, giraffes, emus, wildebeests, llamas, zebras and watussis. Integrated, and not really nice, separate enclosures for the elephants and camels. The enclosures are not really appealing!

What follows is as bizarre as it is unique: To get to the exit, you now have to drive all over through amusement park . Past the white water rink, the Western Show etc. All attractions are closed off with a flutter tape because of Corona and there is a strange ghostly atmosphere.

In addition, there are some other animal enclosures between the (closed) rides. Including white tigers and lions, 1 very old white rhino, monkeys, cheetahs, meerkats and a petting zoo with goats and sheep. The facility for the tigers is sad. Animal welfare is certainly something different.

The safari part is acceptable, admittedly it didn't really thrilled us as "old African hands”. The many visitors there showed us however that the concept was well received and is used lively. For families with children, this is certainly a nice change in the current difficult times.

In my opinion, it is very questionable whether rhinos really have to be kept in a loveless area between the amusement attractions or whether you still have to expose tigers to a tiny island. Some of the facilities looks slightly been out of date too.

All in all, we could say: we were there! However, we won't be going there again in the near future.

#Schloß Holte-Stukenbrock #Holte-Stukenbrock #Safariland Stukenbrock #Safaripark #Wildlife Zoo

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