Vivarium - Primal Savannah

IN THE END, WE HAVE ALL BEEN ORPHANED BY CAINE

Sat, 07 Nov 2026 23:01:54 -0500

A week had passed since the bloodmoon birth, and Fairytale was still recovering from the ordeal. Eight babies! Eight whole, wriggling, squeaking little monsters. She'd never imagined she'd have so many, but she couldn't deny how happy they made her. Her body was sore, her energy scarce, and she spent most of her days resting beneath the great tree, surrounded by her little brood. It was exhausting, certainly, but she wouldn't have traded a single one of them.

For now, the pups were settled close against her, some sleeping while others squirmed and fussed for milk. Joxer had gone to fetch them something to eat, leaving Fairytale to enjoy a rare moment of quiet with her little lantern in the dark.

Her attention wandered toward Iggy. A fond smile tugged at her muzzle as she lifted her head.

Hey, Iggy? Her voice was still a little rough, though much stronger than it had been during the birth. C'mere a minute, sweetheart. I wanna show you somethin'.

She shifted against the bedding, making herself comfortable again as her cloudy eyes turned toward the little one. There was something she wanted to share with her, and goodness knew she had all the time in the world to do it.

If any of the babies want a potato thread LMAO

[BIRTH] GOD DID NOT SPARE ANGELS WHEN THEY SINNED

Sat, 31 Oct 2026 00:01:01 -0400

Midnight had never felt quite so dreadful.

Outside the great tree den, the Primal Savannah lay beneath the swollen red eye of the bloodmoon. Its light spilled across the Wellspring Pools, staining the water crimson and turning the surrounding trees into crooked silhouettes. It was Samhain, a night when the veil between the living and the dead was said to grow thin. Fairytale had never been particularly frightened of such things. After all, she had spent much of her existence dancing between the two.

But tonight, there was something far more frightening waiting beneath her skin.

She could feel it.

For weeks, her body had been changing in ways that seemed almost impossible. Her little frame had stretched and swollen around the life growing inside her, her belly becoming so enormous that it scarcely seemed as though her bones could support it. Her ribs had disappeared beneath layers of flesh, her skin pulled taut over the shifting mass within. Sometimes, in the quiet hours, she could feel little limbs pressing against her from the inside. A heel. A paw. A little spine rolling beneath her belly as though something were trying to find its way out.

And now, there was no more room.

Her body knew before her mind could accept it.

A deep, uncomfortable pressure had been building throughout the evening, tightening through her abdomen and dragging down into her hips. The children inside her were restless. Not their usual playful shifting, either. They seemed to be pushing, turning, pressing against the walls of their living prison.

Then the clock struck twelve.

Fairytale jolted awake with a strangled gasp.

A sudden warmth spread beneath her, soaking into the bedding. For a moment, she lay perfectly still, her cloudy eyes staring into the darkness as her mind struggled to catch up with what her body already understood.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Her water had broken.

...Joxer?

Her voice came out small and uncertain. Another contraction seized her, drawing a pained groan from deep in her chest. Her enormous belly tightened beneath her fur, hardening until she could feel every child pressing against her insides. She shifted desperately, trying to untangle herself from the bedding without putting too much weight on her stomach. Her legs trembled beneath her, and she swallowed back a whimper.

Babe...?

Fairytale reached blindly for her husband, nudging at his shoulder with her nose before giving him a more insistent bap with her paw.

Joxer. Honey. Wake up. She took a shaky breath, her tail curling tightly against her hindquarters. I think... I think the little bastards are finally comin'. Another wave of pain rolled through her. Fairytale squeezed her eyes shut, claws digging into the bedding as her body began to bear down without asking permission. Oh shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, that's not comfortable. Baby, please wake up. I'm having your damn kids! Go get Goldie!

She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trembling as another contraction seized her. Beyond the den, the bloodmoon reached its zenith, its swollen crimson face watching over the Wellspring Pools. Red light seeped between the roots and branches, creeping across the den floor like blood spilled from an unseen wound.

The midnight bell had sounded. Samhain had begun.

And beneath Fairytale's stretched flesh, something ancient was answering. The nephilim stirred, her body convulsed, and the first drops of blood fell upon the earth. It was as though the moon itself had summoned them, and now, beneath its terrible gaze, they would arrive.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD MY CHILDREN!! Mariposa, Lilth, Dietrich

This thread is dated for October 31st aka Halloween!

Please let Joxer post first!

tom and jerry YAAAHOOHOOHOOEY

Thu, 29 Oct 2026 22:32:47 -0400

the world is a terribly inconvenient place for one so small. everything is too tall, too far away, and frustratingly out of reach. iggy has long decided that she is sick of this arrangement.
she has been busy excavating a particularly interesting hole in the dirt, though her efforts have yielded little more than filthy paws and a mouthful of yuck. still, she's quite pleased with herself. a few scattered clumps of earth lie around her, and she's just considering whether they might be edible when a rather large shadow falls over her.

oh.

it's that big guy.

izzysomethin'. the gruff fella who likes to follow mama around. iggy has yet to decide what, exactly, to make of him. he's awfully big, for one. and awfully serious. neither quality is particularly intimidating to a girl who has yet to develop a healthy sense of self-preservation.
she abandons her hole and toddles curiously over, craning her little neck to inspect him. her nose wrinkles. she gives his nearest paw an experimental sniff before promptly attempting to bite one of his toes.

...well? he's got plenty to spare, hasn't he?

see you next tuesday

Thu, 29 Oct 2026 21:50:01 -0400

the milk bar has closed. for a girl so used to having every demand met, the word "no" is an awful foreign thing. a terrible thing. perhaps she will go and find herself a new mama. one who lets her do as she pleases, yes! and she will have all the milk and blood she desires. it is a foolproof plan in the eyes of a toddler so new to the world.

iggy approaches the watering hole on wobbly legs, peering eagerly down at it's surface. she sees within it a very pretty girl. pretty red eyes, pristine (sort of) white fur, and a grin to bring any sensible individual to their knees.

I'm denying your authority, not challenging it.

Sat, 24 Oct 2026 14:43:30 -0400

Backdated to 10/21/26 for and yes i dont have a template SHH. I haven't wrote in months, if its awful I am sorry.

All Kase remembers is the fight. The springing of his muscles to lunge forward before his life spilled on the streets. When he peered his eyes open halfway, the world wasn't a city or the streets he was used to.

The heat was horrid, tangling into the thickness of tan fur. The mutt tried to move, but his paws gave out. Slipping back onto the rough rock under him. Blood stained underneath him. Everything ached. The gentle guardian was unable to push his limit to move.

He heavily exhaled as he nested his large head against the ground. Forced to lay on his side. Pointed ears flattened into his crimson matted fur. The only strength he had resorted into a forceful rest.

A SHRIMP FRIED THIS RICE?

Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:46:09 -0400

Fairytale was beginning to suspect that her stomach had plans to swallow the rest of her.

The tiny vampire had grown positively enormous with her impending litter, her once petite frame now little more than a pair of legs struggling to support a ridiculously round belly. She was due soon. How soon, exactly, remained a question she preferred not to dwell on. Her children seemed quite content to turn her insides into their personal playground, and she was running out of room to accommodate them.

With a tremendous groan, Fairytale rolled onto her belly before laboriously pushing herself upright. She stretched one foreleg, then the other, arching her back as much as her swollen middle would allow.

Oh, for fuck's sake...

Her ears flicked backward as she glanced toward the entrance of her tree den—or, more accurately, toward where she believed the entrance was. Her cloudy eyes offered little help, but her nose soon picked up something far more interesting.

Food.

Joxer had left her a meal before heading off, bless his big, stupid heart. The scent was enough to make her mouth water, and she waddled toward it with all the dignity of a particularly determined barrel. Lowering herself beside the offering, she immediately began to eat. See? This is why I married you, darling. Excellent taste in husbands. Even better taste in lunch. She took another mouthful, thoroughly pleased with herself. Joxer had been wonderfully attentive throughout her pregnancy, and Fairytale had absolutely no intention of complaining about being spoiled. If he wanted to keep bringing her food and fussing over her, who was she to deny him his life's purpose?

Her tail gave a lazy little wag.

Then she stopped chewing.

Something smelled... wrong.

Fairytale lifted her head, ears pricking forward. The scent drifted in from outside her den, carried on the breeze that wandered through the trees surrounding the Wellspring Pools. It wasn't one she immediately recognized, and that alone was enough to make her suspicious.

She sniffed again.

...Well, that's new.

Her nose twitched as she tried to pick apart the unfamiliar smell. The Wellspring was a gathering place for all manner of creatures; strange scents weren't exactly unusual here. Still, there was a difference between the ordinary smell of passing wildlife and something lingering close enough to catch her attention.

And Fairytale, for all her current resemblance to a furry blimp, was still the Domina of Sanguine.

She swallowed her mouthful, licked the remnants from her lips, and slowly hauled herself onto her feet. A small grunt escaped her as her belly shifted heavily beneath her. If you're something wantin' to eat my shit, I swear to God, you picked the absolute WORST time to fuck around. She waddled toward the entrance, pausing every few steps to sniff the air again. Her cloudy gaze turned toward the direction of the strange scent, though she couldn't make out much beyond vague shapes and shifting light.

Her ears tilted forward and waited to see if there were any movements outside.

NO, NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND, ME AND MY MAN

Fri, 02 Oct 2026 08:46:36 -0400

The beginning of week six had found Fairytale doing what she had become exceptionally good at lately.

Absolutely fuckin' nothin'.

The large tree den was quiet and cool compared to the fall afternoon beyond its entrance, where golden sunlight spilled across the Savannah. Fairytale lay comfortably on her side beside Joxer, her tiny body almost completely swallowed by the sheer roundness of her pregnancy.

She nuzzled deeper into his fur with a content little hum.

Her breathing was slow and steady, easily visible in the gentle rise and fall of her swollen stomach.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Then—

A little ripple moved beneath her skin.

Fairytale's ears twitched.

Another followed, more pronounced this time, rolling across the enormous curve of her belly. Her cloudy eyes drifted downward. ...Oh, Joxer. Look. A fond smile tugged at her muzzle as she looks up at Joxer. The pups were moving more now. She could feel them shifting within her, and at times the movements were strong enough to be seen from across the den. Small bumps traveled beneath her stretched belly before disappearing again, followed by another little kick.

Fairytale rested one paw gently against the movement. Already causin' trouble. She gave a quiet laugh and nuzzled against Joxer again.

Outside, the distant sounds of the Savannah carried through the warm afternoon air—the occasional call of wildlife, the rustle of grass, and somewhere beyond, the watering hole where countless creatures gathered for its precious freshwater.

Fairytale listened lazily. For now, she had no reason to go anywhere. She was warm. She was comfortable. Joxer was beside her. And her babies were happily reminding her that they were very much alive and thriving.

Fairytale was content.

stone glow

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 20:22:16 -0400

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.

This is all wrong.

Tue, 29 Sep 2026 11:00:10 -0400

Goldie was moving about the gardens she was planting amd she froze in dismay when she found one of the smaller ones that she'd been planting destroyed. It had been, purely for flowers.

Because Fairytale had said she liked flowers. And flowers could keep bugs away. Their scents helped in many therapies. And frankly Goldie wanted sething pretty to look at! She stomped her one white paw. And puffed her cheeks. Wanting to scream.

She settled to her haunches and curled her tail around her paws. Shed fix it in a minute. She just wanted to be sad.

Let's make trouble in the dream world.

Tue, 29 Sep 2026 08:37:10 -0400

Skill:

"We are following the moon for the morning star
Guided by the crow
We are following our Lord, through the evil dark
For the gift of being chosen”

He hated the mornings, the heat that would come with it, the unbearable humidity that didn't seem to lessen with the rising day nor the coming night. Things were cooler in the darkness and he preferred it that way, but today he was awake with the dawn.

The sky waas alight with fire, reds, oranges, pinks, and purples exploded across the horizon as the sun rose. Astarot padded around the watering hole slowly and carefully as he skirted away from the patrol on the borders he had been preforming. The tri-toned male dipped his head to lap from the edge once he neared it and a salmon tongue lapped up liquid that he felt was much needed in this heat.

You'd think the Duke of hell would have found comfort in the heat. A reminder of home, but it wasn't a welcome reminder. Az hated the heat. He had hated home.

As the man scanned eyes across the water for dangers, ever alert here in this place of felines and predators, but found none and sat up tall at the edge of the pool to tip his head upwards, looking into the sky. He admired the colors but also noted the stars and how they danced and glittered here, he felt much more vibrant then the rest of Mythris, and smiled a tiny bit in the solitary of his lonesome.

I got solar flares for your dead gods.

Mon, 28 Sep 2026 20:00:35 -0400

Skill: Ranger?

"We are following the moon for the morning star
Guided by the crow
We are following our Lord, through the evil dark
For the gift of being chosen”

Hmmm, Az hummed thoughtfully as he stared into the twinkling sky above. The Savannah held darkness that was different than the rest of Mythris, it was more... Blue...? When it fell, instead of the shrouding of shadows that he'd found. The stars were easier to see here in the breaks of Baobabs, he felt, he lowered his head and continued to carefully take soft paw steps in the dirt and sand towards a large jutting rock from the earth before him.

It took him a while to reach it, and when he did the male hopped onto it gracefully, smoothly, easily, and settled himself down onto it proudly. His form sat upright and rigid as he tapped a paw on the rock below his chest and brought his chin to point back towards the sky above to observe the dancing, glittering, stars of Mythris. They glittered and reflected like the light of Mythris in his own, the proof he had survived the end of this world along with his own.

He was quite ashamed of the fact that his first demise didn't bring a scar to tell the tale, but he also quite enjoyed his flawless appearance. His took a deep breath and released it into the cool night as he ruffled up his fur a bit and wrapped his tail around his hips to continue to gaze into the night sky and think about his lives.

Angel preserve us

Mon, 28 Sep 2026 08:15:59 -0400

Goldie did what shw could for her plants. For her garden. Moving and replanting and all the things. This better be a permanent stay. She grumbled to herself as she began to carry water for them.

Her blue eyes slightly panicked that they may die as winter approached. But she did what she could using a small hollowed out wood piece to carry and a turtle shell.

all teeth but no smiles

Thu, 24 Sep 2026 17:15:22 -0400

Cicadas scream everywhere in the muggy, humid jungle nearly all afternoon as the young man had explored with seemingly no destination. Flashes of memories that make no sense have been torturing him since he woke up, noticing rather quickly that he’s stuck in this wolven body that isn’t quite how he’d remembered it. It’s familiar enough, at least, and he took little time acclimatizing his bearings in this strange new world. Though, Enys quite enjoys having a mouth full of sharp, predatory teeth and a functional tongue. Hah, what a horrific nightmare that was.

The surrounding area has been surprisingly undisturbed, the local creatures of the jungle more active than anything else so far. Enys is certain there are other wolves around, he can smell the distant trails of aromas that are clearly not of the savannah wildlife; something he’s less familiar with than the jungle itself. His nose twitches when the pungent and delightful scent of carnage of some creature that wafts towards him. Enys lolls on his spot not too far from the nearby watering hole, rolling on his side and sighing outwardly to no one; unbothered and not even slightly concerned with where he was. But, it could be fun to investigate, he considers briefly. It could be…

Turn around.

Enys snorts at the voice, ignoring it quite wholeheartedly. It’s too hot to do much of anything, actually, aside from be a bump on a log that’s only barely protected by the harsh sun from a canopy of monstera leaves and other foliage. It’s moments like this that he despises being gifted with such a dark pelted coat, but it’s no matter; he'll forgive his creator for just how good looking as he is. He’s got little responsibilities to tend to, so what’s the rush? Perhaps he was a Prince in another time, but here? Nobody. Enys remains sprawled atop his rotted wooden perch, ears flicking occasionally at the nearby nuisance insects buzzing in his face, paws outstretched, tail absentmindedly swaying and his head resting across at an angle, warm eyes lazily looking out at the water.

M O V E.

The voice echoes in his skull like a thunderclap and Enys groans loudly and defiantly. “Fuck ooooff,” He mumbles to no one, only to the hissing demand in his head.

crash boom bang.

Thu, 24 Sep 2026 10:24:00 -0400

Even when she'd been human, community had been difficult for Belrose to accommodate. It's easier to navigate personal interests without concerning herself in the well-being or sticky feelings of others. Alas, in this body, it felt a wiser choice to follow after the likes of the wolves heading south.

With their arrival and subsequent assertion that this land is Sanguine's, she does wonder if they're dumb, or ambitious and also dumb. A savanna is the last territory she thinks of when she considers where a bunch of wolves might live, but who is she to ask the questions?

Belrose rather stalk about the watering hole's outskirts in search of an easy meal.

think of all the damage I could do

Tue, 22 Sep 2026 21:17:02 -0400

She had followed with little complaint, content to let the more enthusiastic members of their company announce themselves while she familiarized herself with the land — and her new body. There was a certain satisfaction in watching the beginnings of something take shape, particularly when that something involved claiming territory others might have considered too dangerous to possess. Joxer and Fairytale had gathered an interesting collection of individuals beneath their command, and Liora had found herself quite comfortable among them. There was little expectation of goodness here.

The watering hole however, presented a rather personal inconvenience.

She disliked water. More specifically, she disliked the uncertainty of what waited beneath it, the unpleasant sensation of losing her footing and the knowledge that should she find herself submerged, there would be very little she could do about it.

Naturally none of these concerns showed upon her face as she selected a particularly inviting tree overlooking the shoreline. Its broad canopy offered some welcome relief from the savannah's relentless heat, and she wasted little time settling herself beneath it, stretching her forelegs comfortably before her and allowing her tail to curl loosely against her flank.

From here, she could observe the comings and goings of her new companions without feeling particularly obligated to participate in their endeavors.