<![CDATA[Vivarium - All Forums]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/ Thu, 14 May 2026 11:37:16 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[You're my queen of the night, so still, so bright]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11633 Thu, 14 May 2026 03:18:52 -0400 Raisa]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11633 Raisa was tired. So, so tired. She'd assumed it was just their excursion taking it out of her, and all the excitement of giving and getting good news, even perhaps the chaos of the plague, but they'd been home some time now. And still, she only seemed to feel worse in the last weeks of her pregnancy, and that's all she really had to chalk it up to. Nothing was wrong, she wasn't sick, and things were simpler now that spring had broken. Life was returning back to normal.

Her back hurt, all the time. Her whole body, really, but she felt like she was carrying an army of puppies. She peed every thirty seconds, her stomach was sensitive where the fur had thinned. Even her nipples were so full of milk now they were twice as tender, and nothing was comfortable; not laying down in any position, not sitting, not standing. She was hungry allllllll the time, with wildly swinging cravings from bird to fish to deer, and it was all hard to keep down no matter how badly she wanted it - sometimes, just the smell made her ill.

She couldn't wait till the little shits were evicted, frankly. She was tired, but she was excited.

So viciously excited.

A loving mate at her side, Shreya home safe, Serafina and Carnifex still at her back, a group around her to fall back on and find comradery with. Everything felt.... so close to perfect.
She just wanted to meet them.

Would they look more like , with soft, squishy faces? Her own was not so long or slender as full-blooded wolves, but being a mix herself, she didn't know what to expect in terms of these babes. Could they look like Cirilla? Or full blown wolves? Would they have her tail that never laid all the way straight? Her stripes? Her color? Bo's patches? His floppy ears? Lighter, more silver, like ?
She didn't think it even mattered. They could look more like or and she'd not bat an eye. These babies she and Bo had made, they were already perfect. They'd grow up perfect, whatever lives they wanted to lead. They'd live and die perfect.

Raisa hadn't left the ravine much since coming home, unless it was to fetch something for the den. Collecting mosses, feathers, pelts, and anything else soft she could think of; kneading it all into a nest fit for her little princes and princesses. She couldn't say that out loud, could she? Frankly, the corner of the den was padded enough now for Her, Bogart, and whatever Rodion spawn that were going to pop in the next... days? Week or two? It couldn't be long now. She was still showing Bo more tidbits about hunting, trying to help him hone his own survival skills -- he was always worried about her, searching for herbs, going further than she'd prefer just to take care of her, and she had to know he was okay when he wasn't by her side! How was she supposed to watch him walk away time and time again not sure how he'd manage to feed himself while he was worrying about her? That was growing harder and harder, though, and more often was less showing and more walking him through it.
She tried to spend time with her family, too, when she wasn't manic with nesting: Had helped her sister pick out a den of her own, down by the shore end of the ravine. Helped Mom settle in and get comfy in a cave all her own - one Raisa hoped was good enough to stay in, come the end of the year. Helped Carni pick a den nearby and slightly above her own, so that he could continue to guard her and, more importantly, her children. Made sure everyone had pelts to rest their weary heads on at the end of a long day, and that even if they had separate dens now, they were always welcome to come and see her whenever they wanted! She suspected she was more torn up about what was really no distance at all but felt like miles to someone who had always been in a communal den with others.

But she and Bo deserved their own space to grow, together. Settle in, together.
Maybe Northfall would finally start to feel like home.

Nobody else was welcome in the ravine, at least right now -- not that many had reason to bother her, specifically, but her instincts were fierce. If she smelled someone else, Northfall or not, she moved to meet them, keep them from the ravine. It was selfish of her, but for once, she didn’t mind. Her blood-deep impulse was to protect her nest and the coming babies, and nothing between heaven and earth would stop her from that. Nothing would make her feel bad for that. She suspected might understand, herself, but she'd also never keep the Queen from coming to say hello either - perhaps the only person outside her own family that would be welcomed over the next weeks.
Knowing there was a bear and a tiger guarding her den was as comforting as it got, she thought with a smirk, slipping from the den. She felt like a great fat whale, pulling herself from the stony walls and lumbering up to the pool outside the den. The river that ran down through the ravine was cold, and fresh, but it didn’t pool up terribly high next to the den, and the current leading it further down-mountain to the ocean was sluggish. Even the waterfalls didn’t seem so terribly loud, small as they were, and the area was peaceful. Quiet. Safe. Tucked here on the edge of the mountain, the borders of Northfall around them, family surrounding her nest, Raisa had never felt so safe. So comfortable. She dipped her head and drank deep of the icy water before continuing on.
Still, her paws led her to patrol the area like it was her own small territory; curly tail flagged as her emotions throbbed in her chest, breaths heavy as she climbed higher along the grassy sides of a steep bit of hill. She couldn’t smell anything but Northfall, anything that didn’t belong, but it didn’t stop her from looking. From making sure.
She was desperate to be a good parent. To show her kids they were so, so loved. To make sure they grew up strong, and had everything they could ever wish for. Whatever they wanted, she knew she’d find a way to grant their wishes; find teachers for whatever skills she and Bo couldn’t teach, take them to see their wildest dreams, show them all the best things there were to this wild world. To share their lives, lift them higher to be happier than she’d ever been in her existence.

Whatever she had to do to get them there.

Raisa reached the top of the ravine, huffing and puffing, irritated about her lack of breath and soreness alike. Still, looking out over the little slice of home she’d carved out for what remained of her family was something special. The peaks rising behind her, the ocean sprawling beneath; what more could she ask for? A beautiful home, an expanding family, a safe place to lay her head....
Yeah, maybe Northfall could be home in a way she’d been keeping it at arms length. Not on purpose, just… as if she’d been waiting. For what, she didn’t know: maybe spring just felt extra warm after the long blizzard and she was being sentimental.
She smiled over the mountainside, tail wagging.
]]> Raisa was tired. So, so tired. She'd assumed it was just their excursion taking it out of her, and all the excitement of giving and getting good news, even perhaps the chaos of the plague, but they'd been home some time now. And still, she only seemed to feel worse in the last weeks of her pregnancy, and that's all she really had to chalk it up to. Nothing was wrong, she wasn't sick, and things were simpler now that spring had broken. Life was returning back to normal.

Her back hurt, all the time. Her whole body, really, but she felt like she was carrying an army of puppies. She peed every thirty seconds, her stomach was sensitive where the fur had thinned. Even her nipples were so full of milk now they were twice as tender, and nothing was comfortable; not laying down in any position, not sitting, not standing. She was hungry allllllll the time, with wildly swinging cravings from bird to fish to deer, and it was all hard to keep down no matter how badly she wanted it - sometimes, just the smell made her ill.

She couldn't wait till the little shits were evicted, frankly. She was tired, but she was excited.

So viciously excited.

A loving mate at her side, Shreya home safe, Serafina and Carnifex still at her back, a group around her to fall back on and find comradery with. Everything felt.... so close to perfect.
She just wanted to meet them.

Would they look more like , with soft, squishy faces? Her own was not so long or slender as full-blooded wolves, but being a mix herself, she didn't know what to expect in terms of these babes. Could they look like Cirilla? Or full blown wolves? Would they have her tail that never laid all the way straight? Her stripes? Her color? Bo's patches? His floppy ears? Lighter, more silver, like ?
She didn't think it even mattered. They could look more like or and she'd not bat an eye. These babies she and Bo had made, they were already perfect. They'd grow up perfect, whatever lives they wanted to lead. They'd live and die perfect.

Raisa hadn't left the ravine much since coming home, unless it was to fetch something for the den. Collecting mosses, feathers, pelts, and anything else soft she could think of; kneading it all into a nest fit for her little princes and princesses. She couldn't say that out loud, could she? Frankly, the corner of the den was padded enough now for Her, Bogart, and whatever Rodion spawn that were going to pop in the next... days? Week or two? It couldn't be long now. She was still showing Bo more tidbits about hunting, trying to help him hone his own survival skills -- he was always worried about her, searching for herbs, going further than she'd prefer just to take care of her, and she had to know he was okay when he wasn't by her side! How was she supposed to watch him walk away time and time again not sure how he'd manage to feed himself while he was worrying about her? That was growing harder and harder, though, and more often was less showing and more walking him through it.
She tried to spend time with her family, too, when she wasn't manic with nesting: Had helped her sister pick out a den of her own, down by the shore end of the ravine. Helped Mom settle in and get comfy in a cave all her own - one Raisa hoped was good enough to stay in, come the end of the year. Helped Carni pick a den nearby and slightly above her own, so that he could continue to guard her and, more importantly, her children. Made sure everyone had pelts to rest their weary heads on at the end of a long day, and that even if they had separate dens now, they were always welcome to come and see her whenever they wanted! She suspected she was more torn up about what was really no distance at all but felt like miles to someone who had always been in a communal den with others.

But she and Bo deserved their own space to grow, together. Settle in, together.
Maybe Northfall would finally start to feel like home.

Nobody else was welcome in the ravine, at least right now -- not that many had reason to bother her, specifically, but her instincts were fierce. If she smelled someone else, Northfall or not, she moved to meet them, keep them from the ravine. It was selfish of her, but for once, she didn’t mind. Her blood-deep impulse was to protect her nest and the coming babies, and nothing between heaven and earth would stop her from that. Nothing would make her feel bad for that. She suspected might understand, herself, but she'd also never keep the Queen from coming to say hello either - perhaps the only person outside her own family that would be welcomed over the next weeks.
Knowing there was a bear and a tiger guarding her den was as comforting as it got, she thought with a smirk, slipping from the den. She felt like a great fat whale, pulling herself from the stony walls and lumbering up to the pool outside the den. The river that ran down through the ravine was cold, and fresh, but it didn’t pool up terribly high next to the den, and the current leading it further down-mountain to the ocean was sluggish. Even the waterfalls didn’t seem so terribly loud, small as they were, and the area was peaceful. Quiet. Safe. Tucked here on the edge of the mountain, the borders of Northfall around them, family surrounding her nest, Raisa had never felt so safe. So comfortable. She dipped her head and drank deep of the icy water before continuing on.
Still, her paws led her to patrol the area like it was her own small territory; curly tail flagged as her emotions throbbed in her chest, breaths heavy as she climbed higher along the grassy sides of a steep bit of hill. She couldn’t smell anything but Northfall, anything that didn’t belong, but it didn’t stop her from looking. From making sure.
She was desperate to be a good parent. To show her kids they were so, so loved. To make sure they grew up strong, and had everything they could ever wish for. Whatever they wanted, she knew she’d find a way to grant their wishes; find teachers for whatever skills she and Bo couldn’t teach, take them to see their wildest dreams, show them all the best things there were to this wild world. To share their lives, lift them higher to be happier than she’d ever been in her existence.

Whatever she had to do to get them there.

Raisa reached the top of the ravine, huffing and puffing, irritated about her lack of breath and soreness alike. Still, looking out over the little slice of home she’d carved out for what remained of her family was something special. The peaks rising behind her, the ocean sprawling beneath; what more could she ask for? A beautiful home, an expanding family, a safe place to lay her head....
Yeah, maybe Northfall could be home in a way she’d been keeping it at arms length. Not on purpose, just… as if she’d been waiting. For what, she didn’t know: maybe spring just felt extra warm after the long blizzard and she was being sentimental.
She smiled over the mountainside, tail wagging.
]]> <![CDATA[Merry-go-round]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11632 Thu, 14 May 2026 02:17:56 -0400 Legend]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11632
It was the routine of Machiavelli and Khusobek’s which she followed into the night, and took a detour from the pools to seek the scent which had not found her.
But she found him.
Before the priest, standing, staring and waiting like a ghost who would only be there for a moment. And she would haunt his night until his bones felt as though they’d shatter. And those misty blue eyes had been broken of their soul.

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It was the routine of Machiavelli and Khusobek’s which she followed into the night, and took a detour from the pools to seek the scent which had not found her.
But she found him.
Before the priest, standing, staring and waiting like a ghost who would only be there for a moment. And she would haunt his night until his bones felt as though they’d shatter. And those misty blue eyes had been broken of their soul.

]]> <![CDATA[Carousel]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11631 Thu, 14 May 2026 02:06:38 -0400 Legend]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11631
Continuation of their thread! No posting order, I trust us<:

approached as much a stranger to Legend as they’d always been. An interest taken in the doctors medicine once, and somewhere along the lines, it had faded away as hands fit a she-devil into a costume of royalty.

came into her arms, and Legend had stood there with a thousand stones anchoring her. An unmoving husk, hollowed and emptied.

The voices of a dozen bodies whispered with her:

Hello.]]>
Continuation of their thread! No posting order, I trust us<:

approached as much a stranger to Legend as they’d always been. An interest taken in the doctors medicine once, and somewhere along the lines, it had faded away as hands fit a she-devil into a costume of royalty.

came into her arms, and Legend had stood there with a thousand stones anchoring her. An unmoving husk, hollowed and emptied.

The voices of a dozen bodies whispered with her:

Hello.]]> <![CDATA[☾ . XV]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11630 Thu, 14 May 2026 01:42:25 -0400 Machiavelli]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11630 @import url('https://fonts.cdnfonts.com/css/fonde');

Takes place immediately following the events of this thread!

Machiavelli broke from the Temple like a bird from a cage.

His legs worked blindly, carrying him farther from the grasping fog and the oppressive atmosphere, until the Temple dwindled behind him into a dark shape on the horizon.

He found himself where the trees thinned, and the land broke apart between channels of water. The air tasted faintly of salt. The dog slowed finally, letting his eye wander from the lush marsh to the water beyond.

A great tree lay in the distance, immense even from the perspective. Machi found a far humbler tree and collapsed gratefully into the cradle of its roots.

Nearby, a heron struck and came up with a striped fish flashing in its beak. Machi rested his head against the bark, watching absently as it fed. Cicadas hummed in the heat, the sound drowning out the dog's spiraling thoughts, and tugging at something old in his chest.

His body, it seemed, had known where to go before the rest of him did.
And he was thankful for it.

He let the familiar peace seep into the spaces between heartbeats, between the pulses of his aching head.

— All art by me!
]]> @import url('https://fonts.cdnfonts.com/css/fonde');

Takes place immediately following the events of this thread!

Machiavelli broke from the Temple like a bird from a cage.

His legs worked blindly, carrying him farther from the grasping fog and the oppressive atmosphere, until the Temple dwindled behind him into a dark shape on the horizon.

He found himself where the trees thinned, and the land broke apart between channels of water. The air tasted faintly of salt. The dog slowed finally, letting his eye wander from the lush marsh to the water beyond.

A great tree lay in the distance, immense even from the perspective. Machi found a far humbler tree and collapsed gratefully into the cradle of its roots.

Nearby, a heron struck and came up with a striped fish flashing in its beak. Machi rested his head against the bark, watching absently as it fed. Cicadas hummed in the heat, the sound drowning out the dog's spiraling thoughts, and tugging at something old in his chest.

His body, it seemed, had known where to go before the rest of him did.
And he was thankful for it.

He let the familiar peace seep into the spaces between heartbeats, between the pulses of his aching head.

— All art by me!
]]> <![CDATA[Tree viper]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11629 Wed, 13 May 2026 23:43:57 -0400 Eset]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11629
set in the evening after lancehead

She had to get away.

Out to where the moon could shed light.

It blares on the growing doubt in her mind, like a slight, how she’d been so wrong to trust despite all her logic built high by day.

Eset grabs a downed stick and begins to hatch the earth with short dark strokes.
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set in the evening after lancehead

She had to get away.

Out to where the moon could shed light.

It blares on the growing doubt in her mind, like a slight, how she’d been so wrong to trust despite all her logic built high by day.

Eset grabs a downed stick and begins to hatch the earth with short dark strokes.
]]> <![CDATA[Raindrops on roses]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11628 Wed, 13 May 2026 22:49:22 -0400 Violet]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11628 Skill : 「 Skill */5 」

As the snow melted and winter gave way to spring, Violet was quick to jump into action. It took little to no time for her to prioritize self care: fresh berries for her paws, some blooms for her scent, and literal hours of grooming every hair into place. She didn’t intend to be seen until it looked like the harshness of winter never tarnished her, like it had the others. They all looked awful. Broken and bruised and filthy.

She walked carefully along the shore of the lake, stepping atop the stones to avoid the mud from caking between her toes or dingying diligently preened paws. Once finding a suitable spot, Violet approached the thawed waters, finding a place of stillness to admire herself. She was still her. Still gorgeous. Still perfect. Still better than the others—especially Dimitri. Still—

Oh… a gasp slipped from her lips, ears leaning towards the lake as if it had spoken.

Her eyes—

Violet’s breath caught. Irises of gold and amethyst no longer merely reflected light. They held it. Faintly, like flickering fireflies trapped beneath ice. As a cloud passed overhead, dulling the sun, it became more evident that it was no trick of the light. A soft, ethereal twinkle.

Violet stared, even taking a step closer, just to see her newest feature more clearly. Dreamy. Beautiful. Starlit. Made for her. Her family had come home barely hanging on to life by a thread, of course she would come home with eyes that shined like gems!

She would have to flaunt them later. Visit her mothers and bat her lashes until they fawned over her perfection. Oh, and maybe to make sure Amarnath wasn’t dead, she supposed. There was no use visiting if there was no one there to compliment her.

Maybe another would come along shortly, so that way she wouldn’t have to leave her reflection behind.
]]> Skill : 「 Skill */5 」

As the snow melted and winter gave way to spring, Violet was quick to jump into action. It took little to no time for her to prioritize self care: fresh berries for her paws, some blooms for her scent, and literal hours of grooming every hair into place. She didn’t intend to be seen until it looked like the harshness of winter never tarnished her, like it had the others. They all looked awful. Broken and bruised and filthy.

She walked carefully along the shore of the lake, stepping atop the stones to avoid the mud from caking between her toes or dingying diligently preened paws. Once finding a suitable spot, Violet approached the thawed waters, finding a place of stillness to admire herself. She was still her. Still gorgeous. Still perfect. Still better than the others—especially Dimitri. Still—

Oh… a gasp slipped from her lips, ears leaning towards the lake as if it had spoken.

Her eyes—

Violet’s breath caught. Irises of gold and amethyst no longer merely reflected light. They held it. Faintly, like flickering fireflies trapped beneath ice. As a cloud passed overhead, dulling the sun, it became more evident that it was no trick of the light. A soft, ethereal twinkle.

Violet stared, even taking a step closer, just to see her newest feature more clearly. Dreamy. Beautiful. Starlit. Made for her. Her family had come home barely hanging on to life by a thread, of course she would come home with eyes that shined like gems!

She would have to flaunt them later. Visit her mothers and bat her lashes until they fawned over her perfection. Oh, and maybe to make sure Amarnath wasn’t dead, she supposed. There was no use visiting if there was no one there to compliment her.

Maybe another would come along shortly, so that way she wouldn’t have to leave her reflection behind.
]]> <![CDATA[The sun rises]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11627 Wed, 13 May 2026 19:55:33 -0400 Alder]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11627
For

Although it nearly tore him apart, Alder finally had to return to Northfall.

But when he did leave the Vale, he was positively glowing.

After what seemed like an eternity of dancing around feelings and assumptions and expectations for the better part of two years, at last, Alder had cracked - he'd said the words, felt the weight of his heart lodged up in his throat as they spilled out - and against all odds, reciprocated.

More than that! He blushed to think of their passionate night together spent in each other's embrace.

Solvi. He and Solvi. Someone out there loved him! Not just that, but she, the greatest of all women on earth, loved him, and the feeling had him on cloud nine.

He had to tell Liss! Last they'd spoken she said she would keep an eye out for the missing sylph, and now he could formally call off the search. There was also the matter of that strange fellow who'd been looking for her - he regretted not finding her sooner, but maybe it was nothing after all. He decided to take a (moderate) detour and head up toward Camhanaich before making the lonesome journey home.

Alder couldn't wipe the smile off his face. It was almost painful.

He stood at the border of Druid's Rise and tried to steady his still-hammering heart, struggling to come to terms with his disbelief that this all wasn't a dream from which he might one day wake.

It was real. It was real.

He tipped his head back and called for Liss, barely able to contain his excitement.
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For

Although it nearly tore him apart, Alder finally had to return to Northfall.

But when he did leave the Vale, he was positively glowing.

After what seemed like an eternity of dancing around feelings and assumptions and expectations for the better part of two years, at last, Alder had cracked - he'd said the words, felt the weight of his heart lodged up in his throat as they spilled out - and against all odds, reciprocated.

More than that! He blushed to think of their passionate night together spent in each other's embrace.

Solvi. He and Solvi. Someone out there loved him! Not just that, but she, the greatest of all women on earth, loved him, and the feeling had him on cloud nine.

He had to tell Liss! Last they'd spoken she said she would keep an eye out for the missing sylph, and now he could formally call off the search. There was also the matter of that strange fellow who'd been looking for her - he regretted not finding her sooner, but maybe it was nothing after all. He decided to take a (moderate) detour and head up toward Camhanaich before making the lonesome journey home.

Alder couldn't wipe the smile off his face. It was almost painful.

He stood at the border of Druid's Rise and tried to steady his still-hammering heart, struggling to come to terms with his disbelief that this all wasn't a dream from which he might one day wake.

It was real. It was real.

He tipped his head back and called for Liss, barely able to contain his excitement.
]]> <![CDATA[And so the world turns]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11626 Wed, 13 May 2026 19:32:02 -0400 Aurelia]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11626
For
With the end of the world came new beginnings. Long-deserved spring worked its magic as the scent of flowers filled the air, melting the bulk of the snow and leaving the Vale in full bloom. Aurelia breathed it in.

Time to do her rounds.

She set off at a brisk trot, grateful to settle back into something of a routine now that the world wasn't crumbling in on itself. As she approached the borders, the sight of a familiar speckled coat caught her eye - normally Aurelia would simply maintain course and finish her task, but today, she veered off to meet her sister and catch up.

Dalmatia, she said. I saw Nottin last night. You have him positively smitten, you know. Never have I seen a man so enamored - Mother would be happy.

Tiberii and Euphemia also seemed to be doing quite well in that regard. Er - minus the incident with that strange, angry wolf who had shown up in a blind rage at their borders not so long ago. Alaric. Euphemia still had another suitor, but Aurelia knew the situation was delicate, if not tenuous at best given how everything had ultimately gone down.

She tried not to think about it.

What is new in your world, sister?
]]>
For
With the end of the world came new beginnings. Long-deserved spring worked its magic as the scent of flowers filled the air, melting the bulk of the snow and leaving the Vale in full bloom. Aurelia breathed it in.

Time to do her rounds.

She set off at a brisk trot, grateful to settle back into something of a routine now that the world wasn't crumbling in on itself. As she approached the borders, the sight of a familiar speckled coat caught her eye - normally Aurelia would simply maintain course and finish her task, but today, she veered off to meet her sister and catch up.

Dalmatia, she said. I saw Nottin last night. You have him positively smitten, you know. Never have I seen a man so enamored - Mother would be happy.

Tiberii and Euphemia also seemed to be doing quite well in that regard. Er - minus the incident with that strange, angry wolf who had shown up in a blind rage at their borders not so long ago. Alaric. Euphemia still had another suitor, but Aurelia knew the situation was delicate, if not tenuous at best given how everything had ultimately gone down.

She tried not to think about it.

What is new in your world, sister?
]]> <![CDATA[Lancehead]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11625 Wed, 13 May 2026 18:30:01 -0400 Eset]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11625 “I heard what you did to Senmut,” she hisses as soon as they turn the hall, resisting the tempest which upends it and breaking the contrived act which Machi seems so keen to keep.

What does he think this is? A holiday?

Eset tightens her pace. She could ill endure the accusation of that single eye as she could a just defense.
]]> “I heard what you did to Senmut,” she hisses as soon as they turn the hall, resisting the tempest which upends it and breaking the contrived act which Machi seems so keen to keep.

What does he think this is? A holiday?

Eset tightens her pace. She could ill endure the accusation of that single eye as she could a just defense.
]]> <![CDATA[Kenyte]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11624 Wed, 13 May 2026 18:01:05 -0400 Iglux̂ ]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11624
looking for a pup <3

Iglux̂’s nose had been the lone sniper on the white knoll that dawn, killing off sleep and swearing itself into power in persistent ways. The cows had calved and the silver has slowly begun to reclaim her tapered shape as the pups favor meat over mother’s milk.
In rendezvous her five sleep out beneath the sky. From the rise she watches, mesmerized by shallow breath and curled paws.
Her chuff for them is scarcely aloud, the quietest inquiry for any child who happens to be wakeful as she.
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looking for a pup <3

Iglux̂’s nose had been the lone sniper on the white knoll that dawn, killing off sleep and swearing itself into power in persistent ways. The cows had calved and the silver has slowly begun to reclaim her tapered shape as the pups favor meat over mother’s milk.
In rendezvous her five sleep out beneath the sky. From the rise she watches, mesmerized by shallow breath and curled paws.
Her chuff for them is scarcely aloud, the quietest inquiry for any child who happens to be wakeful as she.
]]> <![CDATA[sixth]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11623 Wed, 13 May 2026 16:40:04 -0400 Senmut]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11623
the first transmutation of senmut had been from earth to priesthood. as the starveling youngest of a half dozen children born to hungry fellahin, his life had not been his from the first.

an infant, fed a final time by his mother before she dedicated him into the care of Those Who Served Amun. in return for never seeing her son again, aahmose and pihuri gained sole succor in the fact that senmut would not die.

the second transmutation from we'eb to priest-scribe, taken into finer and finer dominions as his grasp of language and recollection increased. glimpses of truest beauty and worst corruption.

the third transmutation of senmut, from priest to embalmer, He Who Sings to Ra becoming once more an ascension of light as he was made High Priest.

the fourth transmutation, himself as a god. himself first as avatar of Min long before the throne of the Red Land ever became his own. a ceremony which had the secondary proof of his own power to be a vessel absolute for divinity.

the fifth transmutation, himself deigned hereditary prince, erpa-ha. so foreign now the title which he had worn so long! for it was here that the links began to fray. he should have maintained stewardship over the kingdom, not assumed pharaonic power.

the sixth transmutation! and the first degradation of senmut began with his desire for rashepses' consumption and culminated with the hubris which had fired him to possess legend and pursue machiavelli.

the seventh transmutation, the second degradation: to refuse a sovereign order and instead champion a divine and collective death for them all.

legend was among those stones, amid those rock walls. senmut felt her in the vining and the beckoning temple breath, which stood his fur upon end.

the eighth transmutation, and in this, he degraded his own empire; the rise of senmut to the Horus Throne. no sin committed by legend; the fault was his entire.

he felt he could accept it if she wanted him no longer. the rest for him was amorphous.

a flood, that first year. a barrenness to follow. the land rejected him as ruler and the gods dragged him into a ninth transfiguring wherein some part of himself had been left in that oasis. for here he was not whole; here he was changed and weak and thrust back into that time of the fifth change, where pride had at last overtaken piety.

senmut's eyes blurred the green and the grey and the white together. a pounding had begun in his head, reverberating down his jawline. silence was a graceless thing. the priest maintained it in rigid vigil.
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the first transmutation of senmut had been from earth to priesthood. as the starveling youngest of a half dozen children born to hungry fellahin, his life had not been his from the first.

an infant, fed a final time by his mother before she dedicated him into the care of Those Who Served Amun. in return for never seeing her son again, aahmose and pihuri gained sole succor in the fact that senmut would not die.

the second transmutation from we'eb to priest-scribe, taken into finer and finer dominions as his grasp of language and recollection increased. glimpses of truest beauty and worst corruption.

the third transmutation of senmut, from priest to embalmer, He Who Sings to Ra becoming once more an ascension of light as he was made High Priest.

the fourth transmutation, himself as a god. himself first as avatar of Min long before the throne of the Red Land ever became his own. a ceremony which had the secondary proof of his own power to be a vessel absolute for divinity.

the fifth transmutation, himself deigned hereditary prince, erpa-ha. so foreign now the title which he had worn so long! for it was here that the links began to fray. he should have maintained stewardship over the kingdom, not assumed pharaonic power.

the sixth transmutation! and the first degradation of senmut began with his desire for rashepses' consumption and culminated with the hubris which had fired him to possess legend and pursue machiavelli.

the seventh transmutation, the second degradation: to refuse a sovereign order and instead champion a divine and collective death for them all.

legend was among those stones, amid those rock walls. senmut felt her in the vining and the beckoning temple breath, which stood his fur upon end.

the eighth transmutation, and in this, he degraded his own empire; the rise of senmut to the Horus Throne. no sin committed by legend; the fault was his entire.

he felt he could accept it if she wanted him no longer. the rest for him was amorphous.

a flood, that first year. a barrenness to follow. the land rejected him as ruler and the gods dragged him into a ninth transfiguring wherein some part of himself had been left in that oasis. for here he was not whole; here he was changed and weak and thrust back into that time of the fifth change, where pride had at last overtaken piety.

senmut's eyes blurred the green and the grey and the white together. a pounding had begun in his head, reverberating down his jawline. silence was a graceless thing. the priest maintained it in rigid vigil.
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set after this post, running concurrent to the rest of 'valadium'

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a greeting, father to daughter, but mazoi to same he did not invade any iota of space around the younger. instead he dropped to his haunches with an irritable sigh.

khusobek cleared his throat. trouble on the borders? inquiry positioned not to pry.
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set after this post, running concurrent to the rest of 'valadium'

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a greeting, father to daughter, but mazoi to same he did not invade any iota of space around the younger. instead he dropped to his haunches with an irritable sigh.

khusobek cleared his throat. trouble on the borders? inquiry positioned not to pry.
]]> <![CDATA[Curiousity]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11621 Wed, 13 May 2026 15:22:57 -0400 Carnifex]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11621
Ranger

He's seen others in the distance, patrols next door, borders being marked around Raven's Grove.

It made him nervous, curious.

The sentry perched on a tall rock, looking like he was lounging to the untrained eye, but his head was up. It was easier to see the entire length of this section of the border, the clearing between the bottom of the mountain that slowly turned into a treeline, easier to keep an eye on things. He had grown to like living on the mountain, climbing was a concept he hadn't really gotten the hang of until very recently after all.

Going from the amphitheatre, arena, which he had spent the first part of his life, to the swamps, to the flatter lands of Ichorwood, he hadn't even considered a thing like climbing until he had to during his patrols on the mountain. It gave him a new perspective on things, literally.

He was curious about the new neighbors too, but of course he wouldn't leave, it was...not his strong suit. Meeting other creatures, talking to them. That was Raisa's thing, Journey's, The Queen's. His duty was to protect them, though he hasn't had to yet.

He was ready though, to fight if he needed to.

He was ready to be the muscle, the backup, should one of them leave to go meet with the neighbors.

But for now, he was a quiet sentinel, tail tip lightly twitching as the sun was rising.

Watching, ears on swivel for the crunching of snow and dirt.]]>
Ranger

He's seen others in the distance, patrols next door, borders being marked around Raven's Grove.

It made him nervous, curious.

The sentry perched on a tall rock, looking like he was lounging to the untrained eye, but his head was up. It was easier to see the entire length of this section of the border, the clearing between the bottom of the mountain that slowly turned into a treeline, easier to keep an eye on things. He had grown to like living on the mountain, climbing was a concept he hadn't really gotten the hang of until very recently after all.

Going from the amphitheatre, arena, which he had spent the first part of his life, to the swamps, to the flatter lands of Ichorwood, he hadn't even considered a thing like climbing until he had to during his patrols on the mountain. It gave him a new perspective on things, literally.

He was curious about the new neighbors too, but of course he wouldn't leave, it was...not his strong suit. Meeting other creatures, talking to them. That was Raisa's thing, Journey's, The Queen's. His duty was to protect them, though he hasn't had to yet.

He was ready though, to fight if he needed to.

He was ready to be the muscle, the backup, should one of them leave to go meet with the neighbors.

But for now, he was a quiet sentinel, tail tip lightly twitching as the sun was rising.

Watching, ears on swivel for the crunching of snow and dirt.]]> <![CDATA[just let go]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11620 Wed, 13 May 2026 09:44:37 -0400 Pavlos]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11620
He was being stubborn. He could not accept that Anthea might be dead, but the longer he searched for his lover, the more and more he began to realize that it might be a difficult truth to avoid…

I’m not looking hard enough, he told himself, I only just started looking.

A raindrop hit his nose, but he didn’t flinch, just stared out into the beyond as if she would emerge from the fog like the tangible embodiment of the answers he sought so desperately, She’s out there. She has to be.]]>
He was being stubborn. He could not accept that Anthea might be dead, but the longer he searched for his lover, the more and more he began to realize that it might be a difficult truth to avoid…

I’m not looking hard enough, he told himself, I only just started looking.

A raindrop hit his nose, but he didn’t flinch, just stared out into the beyond as if she would emerge from the fog like the tangible embodiment of the answers he sought so desperately, She’s out there. She has to be.]]> <![CDATA[Badge & Event Archive]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11619 Wed, 13 May 2026 03:06:31 -0400 Wiki Master]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11619 Badge & Event Archive
Here you can find links to Vivarium events & the rewards which they offer(ed)

PERMANENTLY AVAILABLE
Skills Badges
List of Skills | Skill Descriptions | Skill Turn-in Form
Skill points can be earned on posts made from 2/23/2024 onward.


BOARD WIDE PLOTS
[Image: BWP_rune.gif]
Those Who Came Before - BWP 2025-2026
Rune Badges were given to characters who submitted rune hunts from 3/31/2025 - 3/18/26.
Rune hunters also received a randomized Mark of Mythris.
Threads created during & emphasizing the BWP were eligible for x2 Skill Point gains.

[Image: iceicebaby2025.gif]
Frozen Mourning
Ice Cube Badges were available to threads from 12/23/2025 - 4/14/2026.
Backdated threads are not eligible, but badges can still be earned for threads made within the window.

[Image: flame_red.gif][Image: flame_yellow.gif][Image: flame_green.gif][Image: flame_blue.gif][Image: flame_purple.gif]
Magic Flame
Flame Badges are available to threads dated 11/14/2025 to TBA.

[Image: BWP_greattree.gif]
The Truth

[Image: BWP_song.gif]
Portal One
[Image: BWP_wraith.gif]
Portal Two
[Image: BWP_judgement.gif]
Portal Three
Badges were  given to characters who posted in the requisite thread from 3/19/2026 - 4/13/2026.
Participants also received their preferred Mark of Mythris

Marks of Mythris
Marks were offered to all participants of the Those Who Came Before BWP.
Offspring of Mark-carries have a 25% chance to be born with a Mark of their choice.


SPECIAL EVENTS
[Image: dhqfser-0230ca44-0748-4e34-9d3d-3beab2cb67e6.gif]
Hot Girl Summer - 2024
Volcano Badges were available for participating in the Hot Girl Summer event from 7/8/2024 - 9/22/24


VALENTINES
[Image: VDAY2025.gif]
Howlentines Day - 2025
Pink Flower Badges were available for participating in the Tunnel of Love event from 1/29/2025 - ???.

[Image: VDay2026.gif]
Howlentines Day - 2026
Pink Flame Badges were available to threads from 2/10/2026 - 3/14/2026.
Backdated threads are not eligible, but badges can still be earned for threads made within the window.


HALLOWEEN
[Image: Halloween2024.gif]
Halloween - 2024
Pumpkin Badges were available for participating in the Howl-o-ween event to from ??? - 11/1/2024.

[Image: halloween_2025.gif]
Blood Moon - 2025 & All Hallow's Eve - 2025
Wolf Skull Badges were available to threads from 10/6/2025 - 11/4/2025.
Backdated threads are not eligible, but badges can still be earned for threads made within the window.


CHRISTMAS
[Image: ChristmasColor2024.gif][Image: ChristmasTwinkle2024.gif]
Christmas - 2025
Christmas Tree Badges were available to OOC accounts from 12/26/2024 - ???.


BOARD BIRTHDAYS
[Image: birthday1.gif]
Vivarium's 1st Birthday
1st Birthday badges were available to OOC accounts from 4/27/2024 - 5/1/2024.

[Image: birthday2.gif]
Vivarium's 2nd Birthday
2nd Birthday badges were available to OOC accounts from 3/31/2025 - 4/30/2025.

[Image: birthday3.gif]
Vivarium's 3rd Birthday
3rd Birthday badges are available to OOC accounts from 3/31/2026 - TBA.


UNIQUE
[Image: code_wizard.gif]
Code Wizard
Obtained by being CJ.

]]> Badge & Event Archive
Here you can find links to Vivarium events & the rewards which they offer(ed)

PERMANENTLY AVAILABLE
Skills Badges
List of Skills | Skill Descriptions | Skill Turn-in Form
Skill points can be earned on posts made from 2/23/2024 onward.


BOARD WIDE PLOTS
[Image: BWP_rune.gif]
Those Who Came Before - BWP 2025-2026
Rune Badges were given to characters who submitted rune hunts from 3/31/2025 - 3/18/26.
Rune hunters also received a randomized Mark of Mythris.
Threads created during & emphasizing the BWP were eligible for x2 Skill Point gains.

[Image: iceicebaby2025.gif]
Frozen Mourning
Ice Cube Badges were available to threads from 12/23/2025 - 4/14/2026.
Backdated threads are not eligible, but badges can still be earned for threads made within the window.

[Image: flame_red.gif][Image: flame_yellow.gif][Image: flame_green.gif][Image: flame_blue.gif][Image: flame_purple.gif]
Magic Flame
Flame Badges are available to threads dated 11/14/2025 to TBA.

[Image: BWP_greattree.gif]
The Truth

[Image: BWP_song.gif]
Portal One
[Image: BWP_wraith.gif]
Portal Two
[Image: BWP_judgement.gif]
Portal Three
Badges were  given to characters who posted in the requisite thread from 3/19/2026 - 4/13/2026.
Participants also received their preferred Mark of Mythris

Marks of Mythris
Marks were offered to all participants of the Those Who Came Before BWP.
Offspring of Mark-carries have a 25% chance to be born with a Mark of their choice.


SPECIAL EVENTS
[Image: dhqfser-0230ca44-0748-4e34-9d3d-3beab2cb67e6.gif]
Hot Girl Summer - 2024
Volcano Badges were available for participating in the Hot Girl Summer event from 7/8/2024 - 9/22/24


VALENTINES
[Image: VDAY2025.gif]
Howlentines Day - 2025
Pink Flower Badges were available for participating in the Tunnel of Love event from 1/29/2025 - ???.

[Image: VDay2026.gif]
Howlentines Day - 2026
Pink Flame Badges were available to threads from 2/10/2026 - 3/14/2026.
Backdated threads are not eligible, but badges can still be earned for threads made within the window.


HALLOWEEN
[Image: Halloween2024.gif]
Halloween - 2024
Pumpkin Badges were available for participating in the Howl-o-ween event to from ??? - 11/1/2024.

[Image: halloween_2025.gif]
Blood Moon - 2025 & All Hallow's Eve - 2025
Wolf Skull Badges were available to threads from 10/6/2025 - 11/4/2025.
Backdated threads are not eligible, but badges can still be earned for threads made within the window.


CHRISTMAS
[Image: ChristmasColor2024.gif][Image: ChristmasTwinkle2024.gif]
Christmas - 2025
Christmas Tree Badges were available to OOC accounts from 12/26/2024 - ???.


BOARD BIRTHDAYS
[Image: birthday1.gif]
Vivarium's 1st Birthday
1st Birthday badges were available to OOC accounts from 4/27/2024 - 5/1/2024.

[Image: birthday2.gif]
Vivarium's 2nd Birthday
2nd Birthday badges were available to OOC accounts from 3/31/2025 - 4/30/2025.

[Image: birthday3.gif]
Vivarium's 3rd Birthday
3rd Birthday badges are available to OOC accounts from 3/31/2026 - TBA.


UNIQUE
[Image: code_wizard.gif]
Code Wizard
Obtained by being CJ.

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