<![CDATA[Vivarium - All Forums]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/ Fri, 02 Oct 2026 06:44:54 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Give Birth — Fable x Foxglove]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13886 Fri, 02 Oct 2026 00:45:17 -0400 Fable]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13886

Birth Application: x


Birthing Thread

Parents
x
Offspring
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Link to Pregnancy Application
https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13314

Date of Birth
September 22, 2026
Birthing thread
Birthing Thread

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Birth Application: x


Birthing Thread

Parents
x
Offspring
, , , ,

Link to Pregnancy Application
https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13314

Date of Birth
September 22, 2026
Birthing thread
Birthing Thread

]]> <![CDATA[Loud was the river when the river could talk]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13885 Fri, 02 Oct 2026 00:41:04 -0400 Faolán]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13885
♥ Skill ♥
--- (1/5)
The world is beautiful.

Or so he thinks, in abstract threads of sentience. In recent days, his eyes had begun to open, but the vision therein remained blurry; the baby blues were dark, though they would not always be. The world just outside their den were but a mosaic of shifting colors, but they entranced him all the same. Tiny paws itched to run, but he had only just learned to crawl and paddle around the space of their home.

Morning light spilled into the only comforting, warm den Faolan had ever known. Day and night seem like something that should possess meaning, but he sleeps at all times - even when his siblings grew rowdy, he did not rise to the challenge.

He grew slower than they did and tired long before their energy had run its course. Even now, with morning rousing him from a night of sleep, fatigue lingered around the edges; not the normal dullness of having only just woken, but something bone-deep.

Faolan's eyes blinked blearily into the sun as he cuddled closer to his parents and away from his wriggling siblings, small chin hitched over 's front paw.
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♥ Skill ♥
--- (1/5)
The world is beautiful.

Or so he thinks, in abstract threads of sentience. In recent days, his eyes had begun to open, but the vision therein remained blurry; the baby blues were dark, though they would not always be. The world just outside their den were but a mosaic of shifting colors, but they entranced him all the same. Tiny paws itched to run, but he had only just learned to crawl and paddle around the space of their home.

Morning light spilled into the only comforting, warm den Faolan had ever known. Day and night seem like something that should possess meaning, but he sleeps at all times - even when his siblings grew rowdy, he did not rise to the challenge.

He grew slower than they did and tired long before their energy had run its course. Even now, with morning rousing him from a night of sleep, fatigue lingered around the edges; not the normal dullness of having only just woken, but something bone-deep.

Faolan's eyes blinked blearily into the sun as he cuddled closer to his parents and away from his wriggling siblings, small chin hitched over 's front paw.
]]> <![CDATA[PLAY OUR SEPARATE SCENES]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13884 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 21:51:49 -0400 KIVA.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13884
Instead, she’d packed things that might actually matter. Dried meat, a pair of rabbits, and several smaller bundles of herbs tucked carefully between them: yarrow, calendula, chamomile, whatever Eastrenhold could reasonably spare without leaving itself short. There were probably prettier gifts she could have brought. Flowers, feathers, something ceremonial. Food and medicine seemed better. Especially after what Raelan said had happened.

Kiva adjusted the bundle against her side as she neared Camhamanaich’s territory, slowing once the unfamiliar scents became stronger. Her ears tipped forward, then sideways, taking in everything around her before she finally stopped near the border. She didn’t cross, though.

Instead, she settled the bundle carefully at her paws and lifted her head. “Hello?” she called, loud enough for her voice to carry without turning it into a shout. “My name is Kiva. I’m an ambassador here from Eastrenhold.” She paused, gaze drifting briefly toward the supplies before returning to the territory ahead.

“Raelan asked that I come check in with Camhamanaich.” Her voice softened just slightly. “We heard what happened. I brought what food and medical supplies we could spare, and I wanted to see if there was anything else your people needed.”]]>
Instead, she’d packed things that might actually matter. Dried meat, a pair of rabbits, and several smaller bundles of herbs tucked carefully between them: yarrow, calendula, chamomile, whatever Eastrenhold could reasonably spare without leaving itself short. There were probably prettier gifts she could have brought. Flowers, feathers, something ceremonial. Food and medicine seemed better. Especially after what Raelan said had happened.

Kiva adjusted the bundle against her side as she neared Camhamanaich’s territory, slowing once the unfamiliar scents became stronger. Her ears tipped forward, then sideways, taking in everything around her before she finally stopped near the border. She didn’t cross, though.

Instead, she settled the bundle carefully at her paws and lifted her head. “Hello?” she called, loud enough for her voice to carry without turning it into a shout. “My name is Kiva. I’m an ambassador here from Eastrenhold.” She paused, gaze drifting briefly toward the supplies before returning to the territory ahead.

“Raelan asked that I come check in with Camhamanaich.” Her voice softened just slightly. “We heard what happened. I brought what food and medical supplies we could spare, and I wanted to see if there was anything else your people needed.”]]> <![CDATA[さよなら君の声]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13883 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 21:28:52 -0400 Rio]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13883 [Image: 1sakuraki.gif][Image: 2sakuraki.gif]
important! immediately follows this thread · backdated 9/18/2026
for but others free to join if it makes sense to. tags for reference!

quick on her feet, but rio still lingered in ye lanyi's chambers in her mind. was the life of a royal wife doomed to be so miserable?

she followed a winding trail of tea and persimmon. she sucked on the ginger both girls exchanged, but swallowed it quickly once the scent grew stronger.

the woman stood on the sidelines, waiting for the briefest chance after giving her bows to Heaven's Mercy. how best to ask the empress for an audience. only once the mercy's gaze landed upon her would she speak, like an insect noticed.

-my Empress,- she began, softly. -i bring a message from The Fourth Royal Wife, Ye Lanyi, at her request,- green eyes glanced over the handmaidens heads. had grown so much it nearly stole her momentum, but those observations must wait, -she says 'new blossoms have opened in late sun beneath the light of Heaven's blessing'-

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important! immediately follows this thread · backdated 9/18/2026
for but others free to join if it makes sense to. tags for reference!

quick on her feet, but rio still lingered in ye lanyi's chambers in her mind. was the life of a royal wife doomed to be so miserable?

she followed a winding trail of tea and persimmon. she sucked on the ginger both girls exchanged, but swallowed it quickly once the scent grew stronger.

the woman stood on the sidelines, waiting for the briefest chance after giving her bows to Heaven's Mercy. how best to ask the empress for an audience. only once the mercy's gaze landed upon her would she speak, like an insect noticed.

-my Empress,- she began, softly. -i bring a message from The Fourth Royal Wife, Ye Lanyi, at her request,- green eyes glanced over the handmaidens heads. had grown so much it nearly stole her momentum, but those observations must wait, -she says 'new blossoms have opened in late sun beneath the light of Heaven's blessing'-

]]> <![CDATA[stone glow]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13882 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 20:22:16 -0400 Uhuru]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13882
looking for sanguine! <3

wolves.

sancha was one thing. wolves were another.

uhuru was not overly familiar with those of the lupine persuasion. he found their scent smeared all around the wellspring, and his nostrils contorted at that acrid smell.

they had marked. marked the water as their own?

a rumble began low in his throat and echoed out, the demanding cough of an agitated lion as darkness spread velveteen.
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looking for sanguine! <3

wolves.

sancha was one thing. wolves were another.

uhuru was not overly familiar with those of the lupine persuasion. he found their scent smeared all around the wellspring, and his nostrils contorted at that acrid smell.

they had marked. marked the water as their own?

a rumble began low in his throat and echoed out, the demanding cough of an agitated lion as darkness spread velveteen.
]]> <![CDATA[fire shield]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13881 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 17:49:39 -0400 Chakliux]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13881
preparations required long hours. chakliux did not often occupy his lodge. when he did return to the stalled construction of their shapes, it was to leave for thick bundles of seaweed, clutches scraped lichens, saltwater fish. once, three tentacles from a small octopus, the rest cached in the name of walosi.
he returned tonight with a gashed left shoulder, courtesy of a seal who had evaded the ageing hunter.
this, a sheer embarrassment on many levels. a deep shame.
he dropped half a chunk of its blubber all the same outside the healer's lodge, settling to sit with a grunt.
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preparations required long hours. chakliux did not often occupy his lodge. when he did return to the stalled construction of their shapes, it was to leave for thick bundles of seaweed, clutches scraped lichens, saltwater fish. once, three tentacles from a small octopus, the rest cached in the name of walosi.
he returned tonight with a gashed left shoulder, courtesy of a seal who had evaded the ageing hunter.
this, a sheer embarrassment on many levels. a deep shame.
he dropped half a chunk of its blubber all the same outside the healer's lodge, settling to sit with a grunt.
]]> <![CDATA[Code Testing!]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13880 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 17:25:58 -0400 Squeaks]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13880 <![CDATA[A real one, Steps up]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13879 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 11:23:13 -0400 Safiya I]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13879
So with antelope over scarred shoulders. She made her way towards the borders of her former home. And lifted her nose to howl for the Pharoah. Beside the antelope. Was a tuft of her own fur. Wound tightly with reeds. That had been a blister to do.

That to was a promise. If the Pharoah had need of her. He could send this no questions asked and she'd arrive as fast as she could. And herbs from the strands. And beside that still. A precious stone she had dug from the sand. She assumed had been lost by someone.]]>
So with antelope over scarred shoulders. She made her way towards the borders of her former home. And lifted her nose to howl for the Pharoah. Beside the antelope. Was a tuft of her own fur. Wound tightly with reeds. That had been a blister to do.

That to was a promise. If the Pharoah had need of her. He could send this no questions asked and she'd arrive as fast as she could. And herbs from the strands. And beside that still. A precious stone she had dug from the sand. She assumed had been lost by someone.]]> <![CDATA[若返り]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13878 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 09:49:39 -0400 Kaede]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13878
kyoami is gone.

he has left tianlong.

he has slipped away, this boy child entrusted with the true story of his constructed father.

kaede's throat is tight. tears can only be shed when she is alone. but she is here, overseeing the imperial young.

that which is grief becomes implacability in display. that which is fear becomes an appropriate coolness for one meant to teach.

it is morning.

the lady kaede has risen before dawn to see that the breakfast meant for their dynasty's little dragons is precise and nutritional. now she stands in the soft golden light, thinking of her son and willing him back.
]]>
kyoami is gone.

he has left tianlong.

he has slipped away, this boy child entrusted with the true story of his constructed father.

kaede's throat is tight. tears can only be shed when she is alone. but she is here, overseeing the imperial young.

that which is grief becomes implacability in display. that which is fear becomes an appropriate coolness for one meant to teach.

it is morning.

the lady kaede has risen before dawn to see that the breakfast meant for their dynasty's little dragons is precise and nutritional. now she stands in the soft golden light, thinking of her son and willing him back.
]]> <![CDATA[with open arms, we welcome you]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13877 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:19:32 -0400 Rìhé]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13877 September 30th, the Tsang family line is strengthened, not by one, but by many new souls born beneath Heaven.

曾

A noble litter, only few are welcome.
, , , , , are welcome, cameo or otherwise! No real PO. If another healer or hand ends up being needed needed, feel free to tag in.

Babies will be tagged upon birth, and may post after that!
[Image: 109544832_VuLCxEJSLkBF6Cp.png]
When the time finally came, Rìhé thought herself ready.

Cooped up in her den, coaxed to calm by Kexin and Làn, she had been practicing her breathing.

In, out. In through her nose, and out through her mouth, imagining herself upon the bank of a calm and gentle pond. Sunlight upon the water. Wind through her fur. Relaxed, as she should be.

Calm thoughts. Happy thoughts.

Ignore the fatness of her belly, the soreness in her hips, and the ever-persistent dread in the back of her mind. That was what she had been told. Ignore all the bad. Focus on the good. But it was not an easy thing to do, not when it felt like they’d been feeding on her life source, draining the daybreak dragon of what remained of her fire. She wondered if she still looked herself, or if she was fated to be a ghost left to wander the courts of Tianlong, longing for a life that was never meant for her.

Even with that fear, Rìhé held no malice for the children inside her. No hatred, no resentment soured by the misery they had unknowingly brought her. It was only fear for their arrival, for what she had to offer them. What if she failed them? Even with Kexin, who had saved her more than once, what if that was not enough? What if she, their mother, was not enough?

Certainly, she felt like no dragon. Like no woman of royal breeding. She felt small and unimportant. Frighteningly mortal, aware of all she lacked. A girl again, stripped of every title that had ever made her believe herself untouchable or special. She felt as if she were a concubine trapped within the gilded cage of the court, a bartered bride with no say. Nothing of Heaven's blessing seemed to remain within her. Only a girl, lost to herself.

But there was also love, she thought. A love so strong she could not comprehend how her mother had let Yuèzhuō and her suffer as they did. How she had watched with a bowed head and a painted mask upon her face.

When the first wave of pain came, she made a promise.

A promise to be what her mother was not. A promise to be everything her family could not be.

When the second wave of pain came, and she was sputtering out a whine for help, she made another promise.

A promise not to die. Not here. Not while they still needed her. Not until they were grown and educated and entirely of their own making. She would not leave them to the mercy of the world that had made her.

She would live for them.

She would live.

Settling upon the softened moss and pelts inside what was made into her whelping den, she could not hold herself upright. Her head was quick to fall, landing against ground or body, whatever caught her faster.

She knew she would have little say in all who came to her now, whether Emperor or Empress, but it was not them she would focus upon to keep herself tethered.

It was her husband, the man who had saved her when she did not believe herself worth saving. Her Midnight Dragon, the other half of her soul, who seemed to dull whenever her own light did. Her lady, sweetest blossom of ladies, Làn, who kept her heart beating. And Kexin, who kept that heart together even now, when it tightened and squeezed within her chest, stealing thought and breath from her.

You mustn’t leave me alone to do this, she breathed, talking not just to one around, but to all who hovered close. Please, I am—

Shuddering, her thin cheeks hollowed, and she shook her head. Her breath caught, and she forced herself to remember. In. Out.

Her eyes sought morning blue, mirrored in the face of her other half, and she was selfish in her look, pleading for whatever strength remained in half a soul to bleed into hers.

I am scared. So utterly, terribly terrified.

She had never said that, never so plainly, not even as a girl bruised and jaded. But it would be a lie to say otherwise. A lie to say she could do this alone, and it would do these children no justice if the first thing she offered them was a lie.

So here, in the whelping den, she shed her masks. She shed the skin she had sewn up so tight she had forgotten herself, and beneath it was simply…Rìhé. A woman becoming a mother, laboring and trembling, asking those she loved to stay and accept her as she was.
]]> September 30th, the Tsang family line is strengthened, not by one, but by many new souls born beneath Heaven.

曾

A noble litter, only few are welcome.
, , , , , are welcome, cameo or otherwise! No real PO. If another healer or hand ends up being needed needed, feel free to tag in.

Babies will be tagged upon birth, and may post after that!
[Image: 109544832_VuLCxEJSLkBF6Cp.png]
When the time finally came, Rìhé thought herself ready.

Cooped up in her den, coaxed to calm by Kexin and Làn, she had been practicing her breathing.

In, out. In through her nose, and out through her mouth, imagining herself upon the bank of a calm and gentle pond. Sunlight upon the water. Wind through her fur. Relaxed, as she should be.

Calm thoughts. Happy thoughts.

Ignore the fatness of her belly, the soreness in her hips, and the ever-persistent dread in the back of her mind. That was what she had been told. Ignore all the bad. Focus on the good. But it was not an easy thing to do, not when it felt like they’d been feeding on her life source, draining the daybreak dragon of what remained of her fire. She wondered if she still looked herself, or if she was fated to be a ghost left to wander the courts of Tianlong, longing for a life that was never meant for her.

Even with that fear, Rìhé held no malice for the children inside her. No hatred, no resentment soured by the misery they had unknowingly brought her. It was only fear for their arrival, for what she had to offer them. What if she failed them? Even with Kexin, who had saved her more than once, what if that was not enough? What if she, their mother, was not enough?

Certainly, she felt like no dragon. Like no woman of royal breeding. She felt small and unimportant. Frighteningly mortal, aware of all she lacked. A girl again, stripped of every title that had ever made her believe herself untouchable or special. She felt as if she were a concubine trapped within the gilded cage of the court, a bartered bride with no say. Nothing of Heaven's blessing seemed to remain within her. Only a girl, lost to herself.

But there was also love, she thought. A love so strong she could not comprehend how her mother had let Yuèzhuō and her suffer as they did. How she had watched with a bowed head and a painted mask upon her face.

When the first wave of pain came, she made a promise.

A promise to be what her mother was not. A promise to be everything her family could not be.

When the second wave of pain came, and she was sputtering out a whine for help, she made another promise.

A promise not to die. Not here. Not while they still needed her. Not until they were grown and educated and entirely of their own making. She would not leave them to the mercy of the world that had made her.

She would live for them.

She would live.

Settling upon the softened moss and pelts inside what was made into her whelping den, she could not hold herself upright. Her head was quick to fall, landing against ground or body, whatever caught her faster.

She knew she would have little say in all who came to her now, whether Emperor or Empress, but it was not them she would focus upon to keep herself tethered.

It was her husband, the man who had saved her when she did not believe herself worth saving. Her Midnight Dragon, the other half of her soul, who seemed to dull whenever her own light did. Her lady, sweetest blossom of ladies, Làn, who kept her heart beating. And Kexin, who kept that heart together even now, when it tightened and squeezed within her chest, stealing thought and breath from her.

You mustn’t leave me alone to do this, she breathed, talking not just to one around, but to all who hovered close. Please, I am—

Shuddering, her thin cheeks hollowed, and she shook her head. Her breath caught, and she forced herself to remember. In. Out.

Her eyes sought morning blue, mirrored in the face of her other half, and she was selfish in her look, pleading for whatever strength remained in half a soul to bleed into hers.

I am scared. So utterly, terribly terrified.

She had never said that, never so plainly, not even as a girl bruised and jaded. But it would be a lie to say otherwise. A lie to say she could do this alone, and it would do these children no justice if the first thing she offered them was a lie.

So here, in the whelping den, she shed her masks. She shed the skin she had sewn up so tight she had forgotten herself, and beneath it was simply…Rìhé. A woman becoming a mother, laboring and trembling, asking those she loved to stay and accept her as she was.
]]> <![CDATA[cool, clear water]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13875 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 00:29:09 -0400 Selene]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13875 [Image: branch2ki.gif]
Thirsty.

God damn it.

She was fucking thirsty. Selene licks her lips again to try and wet them - her throat dry and tongue like sandpaper across rubbery lips. She'd not had a drink since she had awoken in this strange place, and before that, who knows how long it had been. Still recovering from her disoriented daze, Selene pads forward across the meadow and simply hopes that she'll stumble upon water soon. There's an ache in her skull, radiating down her temple into her eyes, pissing her off. She is wandering aimlessly. Perhaps in circles. She ought not dwell on why she was there, she supposed. At least, not before she found a drink... then she could dwell for as long as she wanted.


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Thirsty.

God damn it.

She was fucking thirsty. Selene licks her lips again to try and wet them - her throat dry and tongue like sandpaper across rubbery lips. She'd not had a drink since she had awoken in this strange place, and before that, who knows how long it had been. Still recovering from her disoriented daze, Selene pads forward across the meadow and simply hopes that she'll stumble upon water soon. There's an ache in her skull, radiating down her temple into her eyes, pissing her off. She is wandering aimlessly. Perhaps in circles. She ought not dwell on why she was there, she supposed. At least, not before she found a drink... then she could dwell for as long as she wanted.


]]> <![CDATA[[birth] honey in a man's soul]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13873 Thu, 01 Oct 2026 00:17:51 -0400 Sitamun]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13873
for sapair & ! is also wanted! no posting order <3

all day, the twinges. sitamun, as a nebet of good standing, insisted upon frequent attendances to court. satriya had suffered -- she would not allow those royal to stand alone.
devoted to the muraling, attentive to anything spoken by the Scepter, sitamun let herself ignore such things as they did not interfere. the work was not demanding, she told herself, and returned home in peace.
beneath the goddess trio -- Nephthys, Hathor, Tawaret -- limned in moonlight as she lay in her furs, eyes darted awake in annoyance. there again, a low ache. suspecting it was only her overly full bladder, overactive these days, sitamun huffed a low note to herself and rolled to stand.
one step. another. what she had believed was a pressing need became a roil of pain, a clenching bar which made her gasp aloud; ! and that was all, before a long groan took her under a wave of true pain.
waters splashed to the petal-scented floor. wild the thought, shoving now; should she have asked for her own birthing room?
no; no. her children would know these blue walls aglow in moonsilver, or perhaps even Ra might shine here to herald their birth. they must be born here. they must know this place as safe, and a panic overtook sitamun, the exquisite agony and horror of the royal birthing chamber.
she was afraid! she was afraid. iron eyes were dark with it, muzzle and nose moving to rearrange the nest of pelts once more, almost bizarre in her hyperfocus as body tensed itself for another pain. here was the fragrance of those flowers; here was the comforting scents carried by sapair, comprising him. sitamun burrowed her face amid these soft things and tried not to wail, tried to remember anything at all about the regular births of priestesses devoted to Nephthys. feed the goddesses, she ordered everyone and no one at all. bring offerings here. please.
this fear, it was so very striking. she needed also a woman of holiness --
she needed the queen.
she needed! she needed! she needed! tell her, please. . she must know.
]]>
for sapair & ! is also wanted! no posting order <3

all day, the twinges. sitamun, as a nebet of good standing, insisted upon frequent attendances to court. satriya had suffered -- she would not allow those royal to stand alone.
devoted to the muraling, attentive to anything spoken by the Scepter, sitamun let herself ignore such things as they did not interfere. the work was not demanding, she told herself, and returned home in peace.
beneath the goddess trio -- Nephthys, Hathor, Tawaret -- limned in moonlight as she lay in her furs, eyes darted awake in annoyance. there again, a low ache. suspecting it was only her overly full bladder, overactive these days, sitamun huffed a low note to herself and rolled to stand.
one step. another. what she had believed was a pressing need became a roil of pain, a clenching bar which made her gasp aloud; ! and that was all, before a long groan took her under a wave of true pain.
waters splashed to the petal-scented floor. wild the thought, shoving now; should she have asked for her own birthing room?
no; no. her children would know these blue walls aglow in moonsilver, or perhaps even Ra might shine here to herald their birth. they must be born here. they must know this place as safe, and a panic overtook sitamun, the exquisite agony and horror of the royal birthing chamber.
she was afraid! she was afraid. iron eyes were dark with it, muzzle and nose moving to rearrange the nest of pelts once more, almost bizarre in her hyperfocus as body tensed itself for another pain. here was the fragrance of those flowers; here was the comforting scents carried by sapair, comprising him. sitamun burrowed her face amid these soft things and tried not to wail, tried to remember anything at all about the regular births of priestesses devoted to Nephthys. feed the goddesses, she ordered everyone and no one at all. bring offerings here. please.
this fear, it was so very striking. she needed also a woman of holiness --
she needed the queen.
she needed! she needed! she needed! tell her, please. . she must know.
]]> <![CDATA[Carrying a new life]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13872 Wed, 30 Sep 2026 19:32:36 -0400 Diver]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13872 It has been a little while since Diver has seen Lyra. There would be times where she would travel in and out of the territory. But now Diver had knowledge of something she didn't know before. She was pregnant with her first calf, and the proof was now in her swollen belly. Diver was now heavier than she was before. She had a few months to go before giving birth. The large herbivore has also been eating more than usual to sustain herself and her unborn calf. Daylight was fading and a cool breeze made its way through the air. Fall was upon all who lived and breathed, meaning it was going to get colder. Diver's kind did not do well in the cold, meaning that the pregnant female tapir needed shelter. She had no choice but to ask Lyra for residency in the inn. Diver walked until she was right in front of the inn, then called out for Lyra, hoping she was nearby. "Lyra! It's Diver! I need to ask a favor of you! Are you nearby?!" Diver was very excited about her pregnancy. Soon she would have a calf who she could tell all her stories to. But now Diver had to focus on keeping herself and her unborn calf warm.]]> It has been a little while since Diver has seen Lyra. There would be times where she would travel in and out of the territory. But now Diver had knowledge of something she didn't know before. She was pregnant with her first calf, and the proof was now in her swollen belly. Diver was now heavier than she was before. She had a few months to go before giving birth. The large herbivore has also been eating more than usual to sustain herself and her unborn calf. Daylight was fading and a cool breeze made its way through the air. Fall was upon all who lived and breathed, meaning it was going to get colder. Diver's kind did not do well in the cold, meaning that the pregnant female tapir needed shelter. She had no choice but to ask Lyra for residency in the inn. Diver walked until she was right in front of the inn, then called out for Lyra, hoping she was nearby. "Lyra! It's Diver! I need to ask a favor of you! Are you nearby?!" Diver was very excited about her pregnancy. Soon she would have a calf who she could tell all her stories to. But now Diver had to focus on keeping herself and her unborn calf warm.]]> <![CDATA[Form submission: Character Creation]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13870 Wed, 30 Sep 2026 09:06:42 -0400 Thayer]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13870 Character's Name: Thayer
Registered Name: Thayer
Sex: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 3
Species: Wolf
Mutations/Genetic Variations?: none
Reincarnation: No
Mark of Mythris: None
Pregnant?: no
Items: none
Notes?: none
]]> Character's Name: Thayer
Registered Name: Thayer
Sex: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 3
Species: Wolf
Mutations/Genetic Variations?: none
Reincarnation: No
Mark of Mythris: None
Pregnant?: no
Items: none
Notes?: none
]]> <![CDATA[Welcome to wonderland, come in, have no fear.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13862 Tue, 29 Sep 2026 23:45:39 -0400 Mazikeen]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13862 [Image: 88390b2d6bd4df0a0fda2b82dbc4b7f5.jpg]
Clever as devil and twice as pretty
3-3-3 OC

Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Mazikeen had been quiet since the group found their home. The fires had left a lingering warmth in her bones, but it had been far too long since she’d tasted real action. Now she was on the hunt.
A pretty little thing had wandered through their territory—through the High Mother’s lands. How dare he? She had seen him first. That was enough. She would escort him out… after she’d had her fun.

Stalking the golden-cream pelt, Mazikeen’s mouth watered. Such a soft, pretty thing. Her tail gave a firm, eager wag; icy blue-green eyes almost twinkled as she circled wide and set her trap. Hind leg drawn up, she forced a convincing limp. A low, pained whine slipped past her teeth just as the male’s head turned.

She looked at him with soft, wide eyes—the perfect picture of a wounded damsel. If only the poor fool knew what waited behind them.

He hesitated, then approached. Concern softened his golden features as he drew closer, nose twitching at the faint honeysuckle scent that clung to her fur. Mazikeen kept the limp, let another soft whine escape, and edged a few careful steps toward the denser trees at the edge of the clearing. Deeper. Quieter. Away from any chance of interruption.

“Easy,” the male murmured, voice gentle. “You’re hurt. Let me—”

She let him come within reach. Let him lean in, scenting the air, checking her raised hind leg. The moment his muzzle dipped low enough, the act dropped.
Mazikeen’s weight shifted in a single, explosive surge. She slammed into him shoulder-first, driving them both into the undergrowth. Teeth flashed; claws raked. The golden male yelped as she pinned him hard against the earth, her athletic frame locking him down with practiced ease. One forepaw pressed across his throat just shy of crushing it.

Pretty little trespasser, she purred, voice low and bright with delight. You walked right into Mother’s lands… and right into me.

She did not kill him quickly. That would have been a waste. Instead she worked him over with deliberate, sadistic precision—claws scoring shallow lines across his shoulders and flanks, teeth testing the soft places at his throat and belly without quite ending it. Every time he thrashed or pleaded she only smiled wider, eyes half-lidded with pleasure at the way fear flooded his scent. Idle motes of light from the Mark of Mythris drifted around them like cold sparks, illuminating the scene in soft, eerie glimmers.

The male’s struggles grew desperate. In a wild, last-ditch twist he lunged upward, jaws snapping not at her throat but at the slender cord around her neck. The necklace—simple, personal, something she never removed—parted with a sharp snap. Beads and pendant scattered into the leaf litter.
Mazikeen froze for half a heartbeat.

Then the soft, playful cruelty vanished.

A low, furious growl rolled up from her chest. Her gaze sharpened into something colder. She pinned him harder, jaws opening wide, and this time there was no restraint left in her. The kill was swift, brutal, and absolute—driven by the insult of the snapped necklace as much as by the trespass itself. When it was done she rose slowly, shaking blood from her muzzle, and stood over the still form for a long, quiet moment.

She hummed lowly, staring at the male, a little grin settling across her jaws and slowly she turned. Digging her back paws in and kicking dirt and mud at the body, a small show of where he'd forever remain, one with the dirt. Whilst she'd remain standing, remain serving and adoring Bly. Oh..oh how she adored Bly, the high mother had the siren's whole heart should she want to pluck it straight from her chest, she'd tear her own chest cavity open so the mother didn't have to struggle.
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Clever as devil and twice as pretty
3-3-3 OC

Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Mazikeen had been quiet since the group found their home. The fires had left a lingering warmth in her bones, but it had been far too long since she’d tasted real action. Now she was on the hunt.
A pretty little thing had wandered through their territory—through the High Mother’s lands. How dare he? She had seen him first. That was enough. She would escort him out… after she’d had her fun.

Stalking the golden-cream pelt, Mazikeen’s mouth watered. Such a soft, pretty thing. Her tail gave a firm, eager wag; icy blue-green eyes almost twinkled as she circled wide and set her trap. Hind leg drawn up, she forced a convincing limp. A low, pained whine slipped past her teeth just as the male’s head turned.

She looked at him with soft, wide eyes—the perfect picture of a wounded damsel. If only the poor fool knew what waited behind them.

He hesitated, then approached. Concern softened his golden features as he drew closer, nose twitching at the faint honeysuckle scent that clung to her fur. Mazikeen kept the limp, let another soft whine escape, and edged a few careful steps toward the denser trees at the edge of the clearing. Deeper. Quieter. Away from any chance of interruption.

“Easy,” the male murmured, voice gentle. “You’re hurt. Let me—”

She let him come within reach. Let him lean in, scenting the air, checking her raised hind leg. The moment his muzzle dipped low enough, the act dropped.
Mazikeen’s weight shifted in a single, explosive surge. She slammed into him shoulder-first, driving them both into the undergrowth. Teeth flashed; claws raked. The golden male yelped as she pinned him hard against the earth, her athletic frame locking him down with practiced ease. One forepaw pressed across his throat just shy of crushing it.

Pretty little trespasser, she purred, voice low and bright with delight. You walked right into Mother’s lands… and right into me.

She did not kill him quickly. That would have been a waste. Instead she worked him over with deliberate, sadistic precision—claws scoring shallow lines across his shoulders and flanks, teeth testing the soft places at his throat and belly without quite ending it. Every time he thrashed or pleaded she only smiled wider, eyes half-lidded with pleasure at the way fear flooded his scent. Idle motes of light from the Mark of Mythris drifted around them like cold sparks, illuminating the scene in soft, eerie glimmers.

The male’s struggles grew desperate. In a wild, last-ditch twist he lunged upward, jaws snapping not at her throat but at the slender cord around her neck. The necklace—simple, personal, something she never removed—parted with a sharp snap. Beads and pendant scattered into the leaf litter.
Mazikeen froze for half a heartbeat.

Then the soft, playful cruelty vanished.

A low, furious growl rolled up from her chest. Her gaze sharpened into something colder. She pinned him harder, jaws opening wide, and this time there was no restraint left in her. The kill was swift, brutal, and absolute—driven by the insult of the snapped necklace as much as by the trespass itself. When it was done she rose slowly, shaking blood from her muzzle, and stood over the still form for a long, quiet moment.

She hummed lowly, staring at the male, a little grin settling across her jaws and slowly she turned. Digging her back paws in and kicking dirt and mud at the body, a small show of where he'd forever remain, one with the dirt. Whilst she'd remain standing, remain serving and adoring Bly. Oh..oh how she adored Bly, the high mother had the siren's whole heart should she want to pluck it straight from her chest, she'd tear her own chest cavity open so the mother didn't have to struggle.
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