<![CDATA[Vivarium - Primal Savannah]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/ Thu, 14 May 2026 12:49:16 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[A being made for water (Ampoule)]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10259 Thu, 12 Feb 2026 21:49:08 -0500 Diver]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10259 <![CDATA[Lost]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10220 Sun, 08 Feb 2026 13:55:21 -0500 Vashani]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10220 The Queen awoke with a sharp inhale, ears flicking at the strange silence surrounding her. The ground was warm, the air dry and the glint of rock formations caught her eyes, rising in somewhat familiar shapes that’s almost mimicked the cliffs of Emberhold – but the colours? They were all wrong… too pale, too quiet, too empty.

She pushed herself upwards, tail curling close as she observed her surroundings, eyes scanning the horizon – there was no distant rumble of stampedes in the distance, no familiar fragrance of her kin nor her King.

An uncertain grumble sounded from her chest before she attempted to swallow it down, perhaps she was dreaming? Wandering too far within her sleep to separate fantasy from reality? Though the loneliness felt real…

Whatever this place was? Appeared to present itself as an echo, a fragment of what was once a kingdom riddled with an array of African wildlife – it was not the home she’d left in her descent to the darkness..

She manoeuvred herself, paws brushing against the ground before making haste to explore and hopefully find her family and friends.]]> The Queen awoke with a sharp inhale, ears flicking at the strange silence surrounding her. The ground was warm, the air dry and the glint of rock formations caught her eyes, rising in somewhat familiar shapes that’s almost mimicked the cliffs of Emberhold – but the colours? They were all wrong… too pale, too quiet, too empty.

She pushed herself upwards, tail curling close as she observed her surroundings, eyes scanning the horizon – there was no distant rumble of stampedes in the distance, no familiar fragrance of her kin nor her King.

An uncertain grumble sounded from her chest before she attempted to swallow it down, perhaps she was dreaming? Wandering too far within her sleep to separate fantasy from reality? Though the loneliness felt real…

Whatever this place was? Appeared to present itself as an echo, a fragment of what was once a kingdom riddled with an array of African wildlife – it was not the home she’d left in her descent to the darkness..

She manoeuvred herself, paws brushing against the ground before making haste to explore and hopefully find her family and friends.]]> <![CDATA[Foreign Beauty]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9749 Sat, 27 Dec 2025 19:13:37 -0500 Sarabi]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9749
Slowly she made her way through the thick grasses, making sure to keep caution a close friend. What layed about before her next was a large watering hole not unlike her own back home. It was thick with the smell of other animals. And while it was pretty scarce of them now, it was possible for there to still be danger lurking within the watery depths. Sarabi was no fool in such matters, so for now, she kept her distance.

The piebald woman walked around the large water source, eyeing what dangers might be hiding. When she was somewhat sure of herself and of her safety, she finally went to bend down for a drink. Okay, nothing bad happening here so far. Sarabi got her fair share, then got herself away from the banks before fate chanced itself on her. Sturdy and powerful limbs then carried her up a larger hill above the watering hole, calming herself enough to lay down at a high vantage point. Now she could survey her potential new kingdom. Now she could feel at ease amongst the new world she would now call home.]]>
Slowly she made her way through the thick grasses, making sure to keep caution a close friend. What layed about before her next was a large watering hole not unlike her own back home. It was thick with the smell of other animals. And while it was pretty scarce of them now, it was possible for there to still be danger lurking within the watery depths. Sarabi was no fool in such matters, so for now, she kept her distance.

The piebald woman walked around the large water source, eyeing what dangers might be hiding. When she was somewhat sure of herself and of her safety, she finally went to bend down for a drink. Okay, nothing bad happening here so far. Sarabi got her fair share, then got herself away from the banks before fate chanced itself on her. Sturdy and powerful limbs then carried her up a larger hill above the watering hole, calming herself enough to lay down at a high vantage point. Now she could survey her potential new kingdom. Now she could feel at ease amongst the new world she would now call home.]]> <![CDATA[glimmer]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9130 Fri, 24 Oct 2025 13:15:51 -0400 Uhuru]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9130
backdated to idk 10/11 mayhaps
ty for this art it is perfect for his expression & u even got his ears <3

the jungle.

uhuru had answered every question put to him and named each creature, benevolent god while eve padded beside him. adam was nowhere to be found in this sort of regeneration.

she flattered him with her accent, her focus to his word, to his power. in the manner of all cats in all eras, he knew he deserved such fawning and yet did not warm to her because of it.

what made pleasant was her sheer delight in the world uhuru himself had always taken for granted. the sunrise. the sunset. the earth itself.

now green light swallowed felidae and canidae. tiny creatures hissed out from underfoot; snakes and mice and disturbed flocks of roosting butterflies which caught the glow with their multicolored wings.

he had in mind a destination and one he would know by its sound.
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backdated to idk 10/11 mayhaps
ty for this art it is perfect for his expression & u even got his ears <3

the jungle.

uhuru had answered every question put to him and named each creature, benevolent god while eve padded beside him. adam was nowhere to be found in this sort of regeneration.

she flattered him with her accent, her focus to his word, to his power. in the manner of all cats in all eras, he knew he deserved such fawning and yet did not warm to her because of it.

what made pleasant was her sheer delight in the world uhuru himself had always taken for granted. the sunrise. the sunset. the earth itself.

now green light swallowed felidae and canidae. tiny creatures hissed out from underfoot; snakes and mice and disturbed flocks of roosting butterflies which caught the glow with their multicolored wings.

he had in mind a destination and one he would know by its sound.
]]> <![CDATA[fate]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7636 Sun, 04 May 2025 10:04:27 -0400 Surya]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7636 AW, but ATTN: & feel free to post here if u dont wanna make ur own thread.

scorching sun hangs high. ever-watching.

it was keen to burn the pristine pale coat of surya. its leering gaze and hot kisses led surya to find relief by the pools. it loved her, but it would destroy her to remain in its embrace. she'd forgotten how long she'd been traveling with it staring her down.

but she turns to her priya, and her presence brushed surya like sweet spring breeze. already the sweat that clung to her brow felt refreshing instead of uncomfortable. the sun burnt her, but the way it accentuated her lover's curves and muscles made surya forgive it for now.

once priya stood by her side again, she dipped down to lap the turquoise waters. she was very careful to let her partner drink too before she dips into it.
]]> AW, but ATTN: & feel free to post here if u dont wanna make ur own thread.

scorching sun hangs high. ever-watching.

it was keen to burn the pristine pale coat of surya. its leering gaze and hot kisses led surya to find relief by the pools. it loved her, but it would destroy her to remain in its embrace. she'd forgotten how long she'd been traveling with it staring her down.

but she turns to her priya, and her presence brushed surya like sweet spring breeze. already the sweat that clung to her brow felt refreshing instead of uncomfortable. the sun burnt her, but the way it accentuated her lover's curves and muscles made surya forgive it for now.

once priya stood by her side again, she dipped down to lap the turquoise waters. she was very careful to let her partner drink too before she dips into it.
]]> <![CDATA[Beneath The Dying Sun]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7610 Fri, 02 May 2025 22:52:40 -0400 Shivani]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7610 not home.

That didn't matter.

She was alive.

She would stamp her presence on this new realm. Adapt, thrive and kill. Just as she always had. It was what she did best. It was all she knew.

Shivani; Life and Death.

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Water. Fresh water. She smelled it. Close by. Her mouth was parched, her stomach empty. The shadow borne tracked down the watering hole by scent. A ghost, rarely seen out in the open. A flash of golden, ebony dappled fur, settled at the waters edge. Quenching her desperate thirst, splayed whiskers dotted with droplets. Yet even now, those eyes remained upturned. Ever watchful for the slightest movement. Ears alert, receptive to any sound. Surely, she was not all alone in this big, bad new world.]]> not home.

That didn't matter.

She was alive.

She would stamp her presence on this new realm. Adapt, thrive and kill. Just as she always had. It was what she did best. It was all she knew.

Shivani; Life and Death.

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Water. Fresh water. She smelled it. Close by. Her mouth was parched, her stomach empty. The shadow borne tracked down the watering hole by scent. A ghost, rarely seen out in the open. A flash of golden, ebony dappled fur, settled at the waters edge. Quenching her desperate thirst, splayed whiskers dotted with droplets. Yet even now, those eyes remained upturned. Ever watchful for the slightest movement. Ears alert, receptive to any sound. Surely, she was not all alone in this big, bad new world.]]> <![CDATA[Sunbird]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7542 Tue, 29 Apr 2025 16:17:00 -0400 Zivuli]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7542
Zivuli bleeds. Injuries scream.

But she feels none of it. Not even in the absence of where half an ear once was, not the warm trail falling from the gashes on her thighs, she puts it out of her mind and calls, a low reverberating sound on the wind, a call for any family to come back, come back to her. Some must have found some way out of the slaughter, they must have. For her sister, she calls the most desperately.

And there is no answer, no answer but the deafening sounds of nature, a buzzing cacophony burning in her mind, overwhelming each sense. She calls again into the evening breeze.

Not for young sisters. She saw them snuffed, each squealing in jaws of brothers 3. Whatever warnings her mother and aunts had echoed to her as a cub, the reality of it was far worse than any story ever could've conveyed. No creature in the night so deadly as a man of their own kind.

Something breeds within her, fear and hate, conjoined into something unholy in this garbled mess, lighting a fire in the cornsilk gold of her eyes.

There are still no answers, only the darkening sky and a vast stretch of grassland ahead. Zivuli falls to her haunches and brings a large tongue to swathe over the claw-wound on her shoulder, cleaning her fur of the blood that stained it. Red runs from her ear over the side of her face, where much has already dried, and she flicks it in response. She'd run so far, been chased so far that the footsteps of the man who'd done it still rung in her ears, a whisper in the grass between every breath she took.

She couldn't be still for long, even when exhaustion wore her down.]]>
Zivuli bleeds. Injuries scream.

But she feels none of it. Not even in the absence of where half an ear once was, not the warm trail falling from the gashes on her thighs, she puts it out of her mind and calls, a low reverberating sound on the wind, a call for any family to come back, come back to her. Some must have found some way out of the slaughter, they must have. For her sister, she calls the most desperately.

And there is no answer, no answer but the deafening sounds of nature, a buzzing cacophony burning in her mind, overwhelming each sense. She calls again into the evening breeze.

Not for young sisters. She saw them snuffed, each squealing in jaws of brothers 3. Whatever warnings her mother and aunts had echoed to her as a cub, the reality of it was far worse than any story ever could've conveyed. No creature in the night so deadly as a man of their own kind.

Something breeds within her, fear and hate, conjoined into something unholy in this garbled mess, lighting a fire in the cornsilk gold of her eyes.

There are still no answers, only the darkening sky and a vast stretch of grassland ahead. Zivuli falls to her haunches and brings a large tongue to swathe over the claw-wound on her shoulder, cleaning her fur of the blood that stained it. Red runs from her ear over the side of her face, where much has already dried, and she flicks it in response. She'd run so far, been chased so far that the footsteps of the man who'd done it still rung in her ears, a whisper in the grass between every breath she took.

She couldn't be still for long, even when exhaustion wore her down.]]> <![CDATA[Xitlhangu Xa Ndlala]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7513 Sun, 27 Apr 2025 19:29:45 -0400 Nhova]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7513
the lioness lay stretched across sun-bleached stone, bathing beneath the scorching rays of afternoon’s kiss. her sides rise with breath upon breath, stirring the dust that clings to her rough mane and clotted flanks.

the rock beneath her, pale and fissured with old cracks, bears her weight without protest, as it has borne many before her, bones lost now to soil and spirit. her tail sweeps low over the stone, swatting the whining flies that gather in the heat.

they do nothing but pester the huntress.

she yawns wide, splitting her face into a grimace of cracked yellow teeth and thick pink tongue, and when it passes she drags her tongue over her scarred jowls.

a fly dares to land upon her nose, and with a single shake of her great head, she sends it spinning into the hot air.
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the lioness lay stretched across sun-bleached stone, bathing beneath the scorching rays of afternoon’s kiss. her sides rise with breath upon breath, stirring the dust that clings to her rough mane and clotted flanks.

the rock beneath her, pale and fissured with old cracks, bears her weight without protest, as it has borne many before her, bones lost now to soil and spirit. her tail sweeps low over the stone, swatting the whining flies that gather in the heat.

they do nothing but pester the huntress.

she yawns wide, splitting her face into a grimace of cracked yellow teeth and thick pink tongue, and when it passes she drags her tongue over her scarred jowls.

a fly dares to land upon her nose, and with a single shake of her great head, she sends it spinning into the hot air.
]]> <![CDATA[Mwindaji]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7500 Sat, 26 Apr 2025 23:59:36 -0400 Asha]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7500
but AW
the heartland breathed beneath a sky pale with morning. ridges of amber grass swayed in slow, prayerful arcs; the river of mirrors glinted far off, a thin thread stitching the land to the ancestors' gaze. stone outcroppings jutted like old bones from the earth, and in the stillness, the world felt whole — as if spirit and soil whispered the same breath.
asha stood already awake, the dust of sleep long brushed from her coat. the sunrise touched the tips of her ears with gold as she bent to the smaller figure nestled against a hollow in the grass. her sister, younger by a litter but no less a part of her soul, still dreamed — paws twitching in some quiet hunt of the mind.
with infinite care, asha lowered her heavy paw and nudged the sleeping form. a warmth stirred behind her words, but no indulgence; the day did not wait for dreamers. amka sasa, she murmured, the old tongue curling in the air like incense.
asha’s tail swept once across the ground, steady as a drumbeat. her gaze turned toward the line of distant stones, where jackals sometimes called at dawn, where omens wove their invisible threads. today would be a day of hunting, or perhaps of watching for signs. the river had spoken in her dreams last night — not in words, but in shifting silver images she did not yet understand. and so she had risen early, drawn by the unseen pull that always seemed to find her when the land stirred.
she waited for her sister to rouse.
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but AW
the heartland breathed beneath a sky pale with morning. ridges of amber grass swayed in slow, prayerful arcs; the river of mirrors glinted far off, a thin thread stitching the land to the ancestors' gaze. stone outcroppings jutted like old bones from the earth, and in the stillness, the world felt whole — as if spirit and soil whispered the same breath.
asha stood already awake, the dust of sleep long brushed from her coat. the sunrise touched the tips of her ears with gold as she bent to the smaller figure nestled against a hollow in the grass. her sister, younger by a litter but no less a part of her soul, still dreamed — paws twitching in some quiet hunt of the mind.
with infinite care, asha lowered her heavy paw and nudged the sleeping form. a warmth stirred behind her words, but no indulgence; the day did not wait for dreamers. amka sasa, she murmured, the old tongue curling in the air like incense.
asha’s tail swept once across the ground, steady as a drumbeat. her gaze turned toward the line of distant stones, where jackals sometimes called at dawn, where omens wove their invisible threads. today would be a day of hunting, or perhaps of watching for signs. the river had spoken in her dreams last night — not in words, but in shifting silver images she did not yet understand. and so she had risen early, drawn by the unseen pull that always seemed to find her when the land stirred.
she waited for her sister to rouse.
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