<![CDATA[Vivarium - Westmoor Wakes]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/ Thu, 14 May 2026 12:49:17 +0000 MyBB <![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!
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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[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.
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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[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.
]]> <![CDATA[sand & papyrus]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11622 Wed, 13 May 2026 16:19:04 -0400 Khusobek]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11622
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[Just a stoic statue, fit for a nobody.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11618 Wed, 13 May 2026 02:40:31 -0400 Discordia]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11618
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Discordia padded around the borders of Jakten a little closer to the inner reaches of the pack. She had considered her conversation with her father. Even though the others may not like her, a small piece of her kept vigil. Not only for those missing from her trip, but she also noticed some of her own littermates missing.  Momma and Daddy were busy, she knew that, but she could still keep an eye out, right? Plus, she wasn't going too close to the borders, just enough to see if there was something that she remembered them smelling like. Maybe even glimpse one she remembered.

A little part of her felt selfish for wanting to find them herself; she wanted to be loved by them or at least liked. A little part of her wondered if she could help them if maybe they would like her too? Still, Daddy had said to be careful because some didn't like her being nice and sweet. Her ears folded slightly at the thought. Quickly, she corrected herself, mimicking the way Mama held herself. She could be just as pretty and brave as Mama. Lifting her head, she practiced stalking the area until she was pretty sure she looked like a princess should...well, until a small bird caught her attention.

As it flew around her head, she laughed and nipped at it playfully, a paw batting in its direction. I gotta practice, I can't play. She said softly to the bird that chirped and seemed to land on a nearby branch. She settled on her haunches for a moment, staring up at the bird. She loved home. Loved trying to be the princess she was meant to be, and yet she couldn't help but wonder what it was like to simply exist and be viewed as she viewed the little creature.

— artwork: Lines are watermarked design by I believe Castle or Sol ·
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Discordia padded around the borders of Jakten a little closer to the inner reaches of the pack. She had considered her conversation with her father. Even though the others may not like her, a small piece of her kept vigil. Not only for those missing from her trip, but she also noticed some of her own littermates missing.  Momma and Daddy were busy, she knew that, but she could still keep an eye out, right? Plus, she wasn't going too close to the borders, just enough to see if there was something that she remembered them smelling like. Maybe even glimpse one she remembered.

A little part of her felt selfish for wanting to find them herself; she wanted to be loved by them or at least liked. A little part of her wondered if she could help them if maybe they would like her too? Still, Daddy had said to be careful because some didn't like her being nice and sweet. Her ears folded slightly at the thought. Quickly, she corrected herself, mimicking the way Mama held herself. She could be just as pretty and brave as Mama. Lifting her head, she practiced stalking the area until she was pretty sure she looked like a princess should...well, until a small bird caught her attention.

As it flew around her head, she laughed and nipped at it playfully, a paw batting in its direction. I gotta practice, I can't play. She said softly to the bird that chirped and seemed to land on a nearby branch. She settled on her haunches for a moment, staring up at the bird. She loved home. Loved trying to be the princess she was meant to be, and yet she couldn't help but wonder what it was like to simply exist and be viewed as she viewed the little creature.

— artwork: Lines are watermarked design by I believe Castle or Sol ·
Common Speech

]]> <![CDATA[le cercle]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11617 Wed, 13 May 2026 01:32:19 -0400 Zacharie]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11617
Backdated 5/1! For :3

Zeek had tramped all across the strange green fields, full of strange stupid animals (eventually he'd caught a fat bird of some kind, that couldn't even fly, and so staved off the looming starvation he was sure awaited him) — but through all that found no promising sign of Papa or Saga. Their scents grew staler and staler.

Discouraged and angry, because his cries had continued to go on, unanswered, Zeek abandoned the angry yellow thing with invisible teeth and walked... in some direction. East, he thought. Or close enough to it. Mistveil had ocean on its far side, and if he kept walking, he thought he'd reach a coast eventually if not home outright.

But well. The woods were thick. He was hungry, again, often, always, which meant diverting from the path to chase food. He was still not very good at this. Unburdened by winter's grasp, the deer were fast and the rabbits faster. Maybe he should have stayed in those strange sharp-edged fields and kept eating fat birds. The rest of these putains required more patience and forethought than he was used to having to supply on his own.

A few days on, in the distance, he saw something like a mountain to the South. Diverted there in hopes of finding home, especially when the scent of strangers nearly familiar caught his attention. But halfway up he realized it wasn't Mistveil at all (it certainly wasn't Misty enough, and there was no sea in sight!)

Angry and frustrated, he continued on.

Then he'd found the lake. The Lake. In the distance, he saw the big tree he had fought beneath, across a newly melted lake. Well, that didn't seem like so far a swim! He set off.

Well. He swamp for an hour and the tree got no bigger at all. He was getting tired. And angry, again, at everything having to be so much harder than it was supposed to be, or ever had been. Shaky-legged he landed back on the shore he'd started from. Soaked, matted, hungry, furious.

He committed himself the next four sunrises to walking in a straight line, directly East, until that got boring. Because nothing about the woods changed. They just went on and on and oooon. Humid. Muddy. It was even harder to hunt here where everything could fucking swim.

So he picked a different direction and hurried off in that one, more out of frustration than any deliberate choice.

He found the lake again. And a forest teeming with flowers that made his nose itch. And butterflies which had frankly terrified him at first, never seeing one before. Bright flashy things that moved in swarms and might suck his blood right out of him! But even when he found the boldness to catch and eat one, it tasted disgusting.

Zacharie had had enough of this. He caterwauled, TOUT CE PUTAIN DE BOULOT POUR N'ARRIVER ABSOLUMENT NULLE PART ! QUI, BORDEL, A DÉCIDÉ DE RENDRE CETTE FORÊT DE MERDE AUSSI IMMENSE ? CE LAC À LA CON ! CES ARBRES À LA CON ! CES PAPILLONS À LA CON ! JE VOUS DÉTESTE TOUS ! ]]>
Backdated 5/1! For :3

Zeek had tramped all across the strange green fields, full of strange stupid animals (eventually he'd caught a fat bird of some kind, that couldn't even fly, and so staved off the looming starvation he was sure awaited him) — but through all that found no promising sign of Papa or Saga. Their scents grew staler and staler.

Discouraged and angry, because his cries had continued to go on, unanswered, Zeek abandoned the angry yellow thing with invisible teeth and walked... in some direction. East, he thought. Or close enough to it. Mistveil had ocean on its far side, and if he kept walking, he thought he'd reach a coast eventually if not home outright.

But well. The woods were thick. He was hungry, again, often, always, which meant diverting from the path to chase food. He was still not very good at this. Unburdened by winter's grasp, the deer were fast and the rabbits faster. Maybe he should have stayed in those strange sharp-edged fields and kept eating fat birds. The rest of these putains required more patience and forethought than he was used to having to supply on his own.

A few days on, in the distance, he saw something like a mountain to the South. Diverted there in hopes of finding home, especially when the scent of strangers nearly familiar caught his attention. But halfway up he realized it wasn't Mistveil at all (it certainly wasn't Misty enough, and there was no sea in sight!)

Angry and frustrated, he continued on.

Then he'd found the lake. The Lake. In the distance, he saw the big tree he had fought beneath, across a newly melted lake. Well, that didn't seem like so far a swim! He set off.

Well. He swamp for an hour and the tree got no bigger at all. He was getting tired. And angry, again, at everything having to be so much harder than it was supposed to be, or ever had been. Shaky-legged he landed back on the shore he'd started from. Soaked, matted, hungry, furious.

He committed himself the next four sunrises to walking in a straight line, directly East, until that got boring. Because nothing about the woods changed. They just went on and on and oooon. Humid. Muddy. It was even harder to hunt here where everything could fucking swim.

So he picked a different direction and hurried off in that one, more out of frustration than any deliberate choice.

He found the lake again. And a forest teeming with flowers that made his nose itch. And butterflies which had frankly terrified him at first, never seeing one before. Bright flashy things that moved in swarms and might suck his blood right out of him! But even when he found the boldness to catch and eat one, it tasted disgusting.

Zacharie had had enough of this. He caterwauled, TOUT CE PUTAIN DE BOULOT POUR N'ARRIVER ABSOLUMENT NULLE PART ! QUI, BORDEL, A DÉCIDÉ DE RENDRE CETTE FORÊT DE MERDE AUSSI IMMENSE ? CE LAC À LA CON ! CES ARBRES À LA CON ! CES PAPILLONS À LA CON ! JE VOUS DÉTESTE TOUS ! ]]> <![CDATA[Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11609 Tue, 12 May 2026 16:50:40 -0400 Saga ]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11609
For <3

Saga was just biding her time. She was chewing at the bit to leave, to start tracking down her kids, but the longer she waited the better off she knew she would be. Jaxx insisted on her having an entire entourage of assistance that she was pretty sure was more for protecting her than actually searching, but so be it. She knew she'd be safe as she possibly could be with Ezra, Abaddon, and Snuh along with her. Except Ab was hurt, and it wasn't as if she could heal him any faster. She tended him as best as she could, and she checked on him daily, but she couldn't physically stitch together his skin and will him whole again, much as she wished she could.

But seeing him was a reminder of what exactly lay in wait out there for her missing children.

Puffing a sigh, Saga returned back to the den with a hare in her jaws, pressing inside and casting her crimson gaze around the terribly empty hollow. She missed when all seven babies were small and fit in the den, not wandering... gods knew where. It was Magnolia and she worried about the most. and would no doubt be find wherever they were, find someone to take care of them. The girls she'd actually pushed... well, they were Fox and Kinsey, and they were more liable to find trouble than help. was somewhere in the middle. Calixte, at least, she didn't have to worry about.

She tossed the meal to the side, disinterested, and caught sight of Frigi.

Her heart squeezed when she caught sight of him alone.

litt kjærlighet, she hummed softly, tail wagging, Want to come for a walk with me?

Saga wasn't ready to pretend she was ready to go to bed yet.

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For <3

Saga was just biding her time. She was chewing at the bit to leave, to start tracking down her kids, but the longer she waited the better off she knew she would be. Jaxx insisted on her having an entire entourage of assistance that she was pretty sure was more for protecting her than actually searching, but so be it. She knew she'd be safe as she possibly could be with Ezra, Abaddon, and Snuh along with her. Except Ab was hurt, and it wasn't as if she could heal him any faster. She tended him as best as she could, and she checked on him daily, but she couldn't physically stitch together his skin and will him whole again, much as she wished she could.

But seeing him was a reminder of what exactly lay in wait out there for her missing children.

Puffing a sigh, Saga returned back to the den with a hare in her jaws, pressing inside and casting her crimson gaze around the terribly empty hollow. She missed when all seven babies were small and fit in the den, not wandering... gods knew where. It was Magnolia and she worried about the most. and would no doubt be find wherever they were, find someone to take care of them. The girls she'd actually pushed... well, they were Fox and Kinsey, and they were more liable to find trouble than help. was somewhere in the middle. Calixte, at least, she didn't have to worry about.

She tossed the meal to the side, disinterested, and caught sight of Frigi.

Her heart squeezed when she caught sight of him alone.

litt kjærlighet, she hummed softly, tail wagging, Want to come for a walk with me?

Saga wasn't ready to pretend she was ready to go to bed yet.

]]> <![CDATA[But no one told you where to go.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11603 Tue, 12 May 2026 03:19:58 -0400 Amunet]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11603

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She hadn't wished to part from Ezra, no matter how brief the time might be, but she knew they both had things to attend to. She would find him again soon, but for now, she was inclined to seek out Azalea; she had also needed to find Hellbore. She had hoped he had been found at home. He was quick-witted and capable, but he was young, and he had a knack for causing trouble. The dark woman's ears lay back slightly as she padded towards Azalea's den.

Jaxxon's scent was strong, so she was inclined to believe he had found himself at home, but searching for him was not a priority. She had yet to find a fresher scent of Abbadon. As odd as friends they may be, she felt some concern for his well-being. Her concern for others was halted, though, as she reached Azalea's den. The scent was weak. Where were her children? Where was she? It is the familiar screech and call that caught her attention as she felt the heavy landing of Thoth on her back. My Kin. She muttered to Thoth, half question and half concern. You seem to be well fed and a bit larger than I recall, Amunet muttered with a slight chuckle. I must ensure my kin live and are safe. She paced for a moment, scenting the earth, hoping for any signs.

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She hadn't wished to part from Ezra, no matter how brief the time might be, but she knew they both had things to attend to. She would find him again soon, but for now, she was inclined to seek out Azalea; she had also needed to find Hellbore. She had hoped he had been found at home. He was quick-witted and capable, but he was young, and he had a knack for causing trouble. The dark woman's ears lay back slightly as she padded towards Azalea's den.

Jaxxon's scent was strong, so she was inclined to believe he had found himself at home, but searching for him was not a priority. She had yet to find a fresher scent of Abbadon. As odd as friends they may be, she felt some concern for his well-being. Her concern for others was halted, though, as she reached Azalea's den. The scent was weak. Where were her children? Where was she? It is the familiar screech and call that caught her attention as she felt the heavy landing of Thoth on her back. My Kin. She muttered to Thoth, half question and half concern. You seem to be well fed and a bit larger than I recall, Amunet muttered with a slight chuckle. I must ensure my kin live and are safe. She paced for a moment, scenting the earth, hoping for any signs.

— artwork: Ulfeid3 ·
Common SpeechCoptic Speech

]]> <![CDATA[Show Me What You Got!]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11601 Tue, 12 May 2026 00:59:41 -0400 Snuh]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11601

The sun was shining bright in the forest, the warm weather and sunlight soaking into Snuh's fur. She was resting on a soft patch of moss, fully stretched out, as she was resting. She had already completed her morning patrol of the border, and decided that resting was the best thing for the time being between tasks. She felt like she was fully assimilated into Jakten, even if she hadn't fully met everyone in the pack yet. Her sister Saga did tell her that many wolves in the pack were separated from the land, so meeting the others would hopefully be in due time. Flexing and stretching herself out, Snuh made sure that the rays of sun were shining on her fur, to give her all the warmth she needed, and the energy to make it through another day in Jakten.

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The sun was shining bright in the forest, the warm weather and sunlight soaking into Snuh's fur. She was resting on a soft patch of moss, fully stretched out, as she was resting. She had already completed her morning patrol of the border, and decided that resting was the best thing for the time being between tasks. She felt like she was fully assimilated into Jakten, even if she hadn't fully met everyone in the pack yet. Her sister Saga did tell her that many wolves in the pack were separated from the land, so meeting the others would hopefully be in due time. Flexing and stretching herself out, Snuh made sure that the rays of sun were shining on her fur, to give her all the warmth she needed, and the energy to make it through another day in Jakten.

]]> <![CDATA[valadium]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11597 Mon, 11 May 2026 23:43:22 -0400 Tavina]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11597
arrival for the morning of 5/7, , tavi, sen) no posting order!

green fire. a deep woodland. here the party from satriya found the mossy edges of a stone structure, a sprawling compound of interlaced rooms and old courtyards blanketed in mist. a silent place, save for the birdsong and the small creatures which ran along the twisted roots.

tavina set down her bundle and stretched, looking at once toward her wife. some honeymoon, twinkled her stare without a word. eset would understand. queen legend! we've come for you, called the sesh in a crisp voice which invited no nonsense.

she hoped against all odds that senmut would not blurt out his words, that he would be silent until the truth of this matter was uncovered.
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arrival for the morning of 5/7, , tavi, sen) no posting order!

green fire. a deep woodland. here the party from satriya found the mossy edges of a stone structure, a sprawling compound of interlaced rooms and old courtyards blanketed in mist. a silent place, save for the birdsong and the small creatures which ran along the twisted roots.

tavina set down her bundle and stretched, looking at once toward her wife. some honeymoon, twinkled her stare without a word. eset would understand. queen legend! we've come for you, called the sesh in a crisp voice which invited no nonsense.

she hoped against all odds that senmut would not blurt out his words, that he would be silent until the truth of this matter was uncovered.
]]> <![CDATA[aaron.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11593 Mon, 11 May 2026 20:38:46 -0400 Nat]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11593
aaron jemmy. poltergeist-fancier and pentecostal. nat had seen his forearms lit up with snakebite during sermons where he claimed no harm could come to him, covered as he was by blood divine.
nothing ever had. nat had crammed in with her folks one night at a big canvas tent, patchwork and not large enough to contain the multitude that bulged its walls.
close and hot in there, airless, scummy, while rev jemmy hollered about an act of faith.
up close, his eyes were wild and black, hard as those of the snake wrapped around his brawny forearm.
rev jemmy had stared into nat's wide frightened gaze and screamed directly 'you must have faith!' and nat had been so blame scared she'd shoved her way through the crushing mass of eager humanity, out out out into the good cold air of late november, and she had cried.


***

nat finds 's scent just as soon as she loops the round lake. cecil is here too, and ko-ga, she hopes.
he's done well for himself. she can hear the voice of rev aaron jemmy hooting again and her belly clenches, for is this not an act of faith? she'd run off from them same as the revival meetin. no telling how they'd take her back.
she takes a step and then another, and then calls out for the man she had last seen out on the ice, last seen before she turned her back and thought only of fear.
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aaron jemmy. poltergeist-fancier and pentecostal. nat had seen his forearms lit up with snakebite during sermons where he claimed no harm could come to him, covered as he was by blood divine.
nothing ever had. nat had crammed in with her folks one night at a big canvas tent, patchwork and not large enough to contain the multitude that bulged its walls.
close and hot in there, airless, scummy, while rev jemmy hollered about an act of faith.
up close, his eyes were wild and black, hard as those of the snake wrapped around his brawny forearm.
rev jemmy had stared into nat's wide frightened gaze and screamed directly 'you must have faith!' and nat had been so blame scared she'd shoved her way through the crushing mass of eager humanity, out out out into the good cold air of late november, and she had cried.


***

nat finds 's scent just as soon as she loops the round lake. cecil is here too, and ko-ga, she hopes.
he's done well for himself. she can hear the voice of rev aaron jemmy hooting again and her belly clenches, for is this not an act of faith? she'd run off from them same as the revival meetin. no telling how they'd take her back.
she takes a step and then another, and then calls out for the man she had last seen out on the ice, last seen before she turned her back and thought only of fear.
]]> <![CDATA[Bound to the Summit]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11579 Mon, 11 May 2026 00:16:52 -0400 Altair]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11579 [Image: 3cffdc614f8365755a476c0de39c8db0.jpg]
I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Dawn had only just begun bleeding pale gold over the mountain’s spine when Altair stirred.

The territory was quiet in that suspended way it often was before the rest of the pack fully woke—when frost still clung to stone, when the pines stood motionless and watchful, when even the wind seemed to hold its breath. It was his preferred hour. The mountain belonged to itself at this time, stripped of chatter and movement, and in that stillness he could feel every inch of it.

His.

Altair rose from where he’d rested, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders before stepping from the shelter of the den. The cold bit pleasantly against his dusky coat, sharpening his focus. Bright eyes swept instinctively across the waking terrain below, tracing familiar paths cut through the trees, the distant rise of the ridgeline, the lower clearings where the first patrols would soon begin to stir.

A Zenith knew his territory as intimately as he knew his own scars.

And if Aisling intended to remain here, she would need to know it too.

He descended the slope at an easy pace, silent save for the muted crunch of frost beneath his paws. The scent of pine and stone filled his lungs, grounding, steadying. Somewhere nearby he caught her trail—fresh enough to tell him she was awake, likely not far from where they’d agreed to meet.

Good.

This wasn’t a leisurely walk through pretty scenery.

It was instruction.

By the time he reached the edge of the clearing, Altair had already slipped fully into that cool, composed authority that came as naturally to him as breathing. There was no trace of lingering sleep in his expression now, only measured purpose.

When his gaze found Aisling, he gave a slight incline of his head.

You’re punctual, he noted, voice low and even, though the faintest approval touched its edge.

Without waiting for unnecessary pleasantries, he turned toward the narrow trail winding upward through the pines, trusting she would fall into step beside him but paused briefly near the opening out into the plains that stretched far.

As of today, he began as he looked over his shoulder at her, you’ll start learning how this mountain functions and Aetheria's ranks.

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I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Dawn had only just begun bleeding pale gold over the mountain’s spine when Altair stirred.

The territory was quiet in that suspended way it often was before the rest of the pack fully woke—when frost still clung to stone, when the pines stood motionless and watchful, when even the wind seemed to hold its breath. It was his preferred hour. The mountain belonged to itself at this time, stripped of chatter and movement, and in that stillness he could feel every inch of it.

His.

Altair rose from where he’d rested, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders before stepping from the shelter of the den. The cold bit pleasantly against his dusky coat, sharpening his focus. Bright eyes swept instinctively across the waking terrain below, tracing familiar paths cut through the trees, the distant rise of the ridgeline, the lower clearings where the first patrols would soon begin to stir.

A Zenith knew his territory as intimately as he knew his own scars.

And if Aisling intended to remain here, she would need to know it too.

He descended the slope at an easy pace, silent save for the muted crunch of frost beneath his paws. The scent of pine and stone filled his lungs, grounding, steadying. Somewhere nearby he caught her trail—fresh enough to tell him she was awake, likely not far from where they’d agreed to meet.

Good.

This wasn’t a leisurely walk through pretty scenery.

It was instruction.

By the time he reached the edge of the clearing, Altair had already slipped fully into that cool, composed authority that came as naturally to him as breathing. There was no trace of lingering sleep in his expression now, only measured purpose.

When his gaze found Aisling, he gave a slight incline of his head.

You’re punctual, he noted, voice low and even, though the faintest approval touched its edge.

Without waiting for unnecessary pleasantries, he turned toward the narrow trail winding upward through the pines, trusting she would fall into step beside him but paused briefly near the opening out into the plains that stretched far.

As of today, he began as he looked over his shoulder at her, you’ll start learning how this mountain functions and Aetheria's ranks.

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