<span style="font-weight: bold">Prey</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Akiada Feisou<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Species:</span>Wolf (anthro)<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sex:</span>Male<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span>A white-furred wolf standing roughly 5'7", and possessed of a thin, athletic build - the build of a runner, or someone likewise built for speedy movement over terrain, his musculature softened and partially hidden by his thick fur. He wears a durable pair of cloth brown shorts, a gray t-shirt of similar material and sturdy make, a pair of black leather finger-gloves on his hands and a simple silver necklace around his neck - made of a tiny chain with a small crescent moon on the end.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Akiada hesitated outside the door, gulping nervously as he tried to summon his courage. This wasn't some vacation holiday on a deserted island - it was a serious commitment. One that could end with him gurgling away in the gut of one of the predators he'd seen so much of on the show before. A prospect that excited him as much as it terrified him, he had to admit, but he certainly had no plans of dying. He stood to gain so much - excitement, adventure, fame, love, and get filthy stinking rich if he didn't end up a filthy stinking pile.<span style="font-style: italic">I can do this, I got this</span>, he thought, steeling his nerves.<span style="font-style: italic">Just have to not die. Simple enough, right?</span><br/><br/>He paused. Then he moved to open the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Fuck it. Safety is over-rated anyways.</span><br/><br/>He stepped inside, the anxiety smoothly melting away from his features as he smiled at the bunny anthro sitting at the desk and walked over. He recognized her from an earlier run of the show, though he didn't see fit to bring it up, at least not yet. She was busy, however, so he merely stepped in line behind the two humans ahead of him, looking them over. A pair of fellow competitors - and prey - he imagined. Humans weren't often predators, and he'd watched more than his fair share meet a digestive demise on the Game. He wondered if they'd fair any better.<br/><br/>______________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Pred</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Kamau Camacho<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Species:</span>Spotted Hyena (Anthro)<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sex:</span>Male<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span>Standing seven feet tall with seven hundred pounds of muscle tightly packed to his impressive frame, Kamau looks the part of a horror-vid monster. He's covered in the black-spotted tan fur iconic of his species, with a thick black-furred muzzle and the same shade covering his hands and feet in natural 'socks', a shock of it running in a mohawk-like mane over his head and down his neck, as well as forming an unusual streak from the top of his right brow, down diagonally over his left eye and down to the left side of his neck. He appears pierced and scarred in many places - chunks of fur missing here or there from more severe scars, and the edges of his tattered ears feature various ear-rings made of a multitude of materials, some set with precious gems - or convincing fakes. Kamau dresses sparsely however, a pair of faded jeans torn into a crude approximation of jean shorts suffices to provide him with a sense of modesty and the belt on his waist features a number of pockets and a holster for a sidearm, noticeably empty.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Without his pistol at his side, an armor vest over his chest, or the comfortable weight of a rifle on his back, Kamau felt naked. It was a very liberating and empowering sort of naked, though. Primal, wild, blood, guts and fangs. He'd found something safer, easier, and much more enjoyable than merc work he could get into - he was sure he'd not be turned down - and make a good deal of money from. He'd not heard of the<span style="font-style: italic">Game of Life</span>until his work had brought him out to this part of space, but the notion had intrigued him. People got dropped on a remote island with the hope of winning it big if they survived. Something Kamau would surely watch for the fun of it, but when he'd learned that the contestants were hunted by employed and sentient predators, he knew he had to get in that kind of action. All you could eat, commission for stuffing your face, and it was against things that weren't armed and armored soldiers or assault 'bots bristling with weaponry?<br/><br/>That was a sweet deal. Kamau was never the type to pass up a sweat deal. It was that attitude that led him right to the door and found him stooping a little to pass inside without striking his head on the door frame. A pair of humans and anthro wolf were already signing up it seemed, so he remained quiet, merely smiling as the wolf looked over his shoulder back at Kamau before then quickly returning his attention to the humans and rabbit in front of him. Kamau kept his distance, but it was clear he was waiting and listening, evaluating the trio, deciding whether they were equals worthy of respect, or food.