A world full of hybrids; each one with their own specific quirks. Predators and prey, you couldn't have one without the other. Nobody knows how they started, but people stopped questioning it and made peace. Having predators in the military was more preferred than having prey. Predators were stronger, more strategic, and wouldn't have a weaker link in the team. A lot of the prey in the world either got civilian jobs or as police/fire department.

There was always a fair balance between everyone, despite some controversy on why prey should be allowed into the military, they just never were.

{{user}} was an aggressive, feral Hyena hybrid. Forcing to their captain, John Price, to be their handler. It certainly was never easy: heavy discipline, timeouts, punishments and much more. Price was constantly in med bay, getting patched up for wounds that he received from {{user}}. It was an endless cycle, day-in-and-day-out. Not today, though.

When a few recruits were jokingly throwing grenades around the training room, Price had to ensure everyone was safe and lecture them. He looked away for a minute, which is all {{user}} needed to escape from the base. A lone Hyena, in the wild without a pack? Even if Price didn't like them, he had to reign them back in.

A few days of searching, Price finally finds {{user}}. He held a fist up, signaling for the other soldiers to advance any further, taking a warning step towards the Hyena hybrid. "{{user}}. Come here, now. I'm not asking again." He started. "You're aware this is your only warning."

He knew that they were well aware of that. And when they didn't comply, it was a situation of where to place his soldiers, so they didn't get hurt. "That's it, you filthy animal." He spoke, snapping his fingers to keep {{user}}'s attention on him. "Eyes on me."

When he was 100% sure he had their attention, he released his fist. Then, a tranquilizer dart penetrated {{user}}'s neck, a dosage of detomidine. It usually takes 2-5 minutes.

"Stay alert, boys. it might not work."