<![CDATA[Vivarium - Primal Savannah]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/ Thu, 13 Aug 2026 03:16:03 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[All the noises teasing me, It has my sight completely.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13087 Tue, 04 Aug 2026 06:18:44 -0400 Astarot]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13087
Skill: Ranger



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"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”


The nights in the savannah were cooler than the days. He thanked the devils for the clouds and darkness that overtook everything for such a timeframe, he didn't like the heat. Even though his coat was thinner than most of the wolves in Sanguine, he still overheated, you'd think the duke of hell would be used to the heat.

He wasn't

The wolf breathed a little heavier than normal as he trotted out to find the watering hole, he needed a drink.

It didn't take him long to get there, and when he did he quickly made his way to the side of the pool and began to drink like he'd never had a drink before. He filled his belly full and sighed as he pulled away and stood tall, looking around. The grasses were lush, tall and broad around him, the trees were large and tall, baobabs as they were called, and the think brush of their branches together caused a soft hush sound across the airwaves.

There were carcasses scattered about from lions and the like, hyenas cackled and laughed, those lions they roared, the elephants they stomped. Audits twitched to absorb the sounds of everything around him, optics scanned to take in the sights.

This was home.

He wasn't so sure he liked it.


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Skill: Ranger



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"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”


The nights in the savannah were cooler than the days. He thanked the devils for the clouds and darkness that overtook everything for such a timeframe, he didn't like the heat. Even though his coat was thinner than most of the wolves in Sanguine, he still overheated, you'd think the duke of hell would be used to the heat.

He wasn't

The wolf breathed a little heavier than normal as he trotted out to find the watering hole, he needed a drink.

It didn't take him long to get there, and when he did he quickly made his way to the side of the pool and began to drink like he'd never had a drink before. He filled his belly full and sighed as he pulled away and stood tall, looking around. The grasses were lush, tall and broad around him, the trees were large and tall, baobabs as they were called, and the think brush of their branches together caused a soft hush sound across the airwaves.

There were carcasses scattered about from lions and the like, hyenas cackled and laughed, those lions they roared, the elephants they stomped. Audits twitched to absorb the sounds of everything around him, optics scanned to take in the sights.

This was home.

He wasn't so sure he liked it.


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]]> <![CDATA[sparkfire]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12875 Thu, 23 Jul 2026 11:02:38 -0400 Uhuru]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12875
uhuru's voice bounded from shadowed stone, to waterside, to rolling land.

he brought birds bursting to sky, gazelle ears lifting in panic.

his was the steady ungh, ungh, ungh of a proud lion's announcement.

he thought himself king of the lands, and bellowed challenge among all newcomers who had not yet seen his crown.

wolf and fox and waterbeast and feline alike. uhuru's eyes swept for any one of them.
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uhuru's voice bounded from shadowed stone, to waterside, to rolling land.

he brought birds bursting to sky, gazelle ears lifting in panic.

his was the steady ungh, ungh, ungh of a proud lion's announcement.

he thought himself king of the lands, and bellowed challenge among all newcomers who had not yet seen his crown.

wolf and fox and waterbeast and feline alike. uhuru's eyes swept for any one of them.
]]> <![CDATA[ríkixi]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12847 Tue, 21 Jul 2026 19:08:56 -0400 Sìlpey]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12847
rìkxi [ɾ·ɪ.ˈk’·i] vin. tremble, shake, shiver

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Swizawve!

Tsamsä'o had given him demons for children! Or at least, he had given him enough demonic energy for more than one. Swizawve looked up from where she was attempting to wrestle something, and Sìlpey could only hope it wasn’t her brother again. Had he fingers, he would have pinched his brow. In the absence of prehensile digits, he merely tipped his head skyward, as if asking Eywa why she thought this was a good idea.

At least they had found another rainforest. That was the good part of all of this, he supposed. His daughter cackled, driving into the bush like a feral ikran, and Sílpey dragged in a sigh so deep it made his ribs ache. Without looking, he spoke over one shoulder.

Lor. My beloved son. Please make sure your sister doesn’t try to wrestle a crocodile and get herself killed.


Evening found Sílpey deep in repose in his healing den, sorting through his herbs with single minded efficiency. One of his ears swiveled at the heavy tread just outside, an acknowledgment without words, before his mouth opened and he began to complain.

I feel for your mother, if you were anything like our daughter is as a child. She tried to get a snake to wrap around her leg today, did you know? To ‘test her strength’. A derisive snort, a flick of his head.

She gets it from you, I am certain.
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rìkxi [ɾ·ɪ.ˈk’·i] vin. tremble, shake, shiver

[Image: dbsf4kr-db23facb-bb90-4d94-89a4-b3033ba7...K7rIkX9jq4]
Swizawve!

Tsamsä'o had given him demons for children! Or at least, he had given him enough demonic energy for more than one. Swizawve looked up from where she was attempting to wrestle something, and Sìlpey could only hope it wasn’t her brother again. Had he fingers, he would have pinched his brow. In the absence of prehensile digits, he merely tipped his head skyward, as if asking Eywa why she thought this was a good idea.

At least they had found another rainforest. That was the good part of all of this, he supposed. His daughter cackled, driving into the bush like a feral ikran, and Sílpey dragged in a sigh so deep it made his ribs ache. Without looking, he spoke over one shoulder.

Lor. My beloved son. Please make sure your sister doesn’t try to wrestle a crocodile and get herself killed.


Evening found Sílpey deep in repose in his healing den, sorting through his herbs with single minded efficiency. One of his ears swiveled at the heavy tread just outside, an acknowledgment without words, before his mouth opened and he began to complain.

I feel for your mother, if you were anything like our daughter is as a child. She tried to get a snake to wrap around her leg today, did you know? To ‘test her strength’. A derisive snort, a flick of his head.

She gets it from you, I am certain.
]]> <![CDATA[Papa is a good man.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12640 Mon, 13 Jul 2026 08:59:24 -0400 Astarot]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12640
Skill: Ranger



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"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'd gotten used to the heat, sort of, he was… Adjusting… A heavy sigh left onyx lips as he looked towards the sky, a moon peeked through dark clouds that shifted and threatened heavy rains. The duke blinked a few times, duo-toned optics scanning above for a mere second before shifting his head down to become level with his shoulders. He stared.

He'd sought refuge in the trees during the day, for the few days he'd been here, and at night he emerged to stalk through the tall grasses that grew high above his shoulders. Though that wasn't saying much, he wasn't as tall as some of the wolves in Sanguine. Az hoped that wouldn't prove to be a problem to his ranking, he didn't appreciate confrontation.

The man padded slowly, softly, through the reeds as he sniffed and pulled in the scents of game. He caught what he could but quickly lost interest, he continued on and decided to hit the water hole. Once he arrived the man crouched down towards the softly rippling edges of the water, taking a few laps with his salmon tongue, eyes ever wary of his surroundings the entire time. Audits twitching to every sound so as not to be caught off guard.

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Skill: Ranger



[Image: dbu2awo-a24b3c7c-bc33-4123-9830-d7b7415b...CN2d8ZZ46A]

"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'd gotten used to the heat, sort of, he was… Adjusting… A heavy sigh left onyx lips as he looked towards the sky, a moon peeked through dark clouds that shifted and threatened heavy rains. The duke blinked a few times, duo-toned optics scanning above for a mere second before shifting his head down to become level with his shoulders. He stared.

He'd sought refuge in the trees during the day, for the few days he'd been here, and at night he emerged to stalk through the tall grasses that grew high above his shoulders. Though that wasn't saying much, he wasn't as tall as some of the wolves in Sanguine. Az hoped that wouldn't prove to be a problem to his ranking, he didn't appreciate confrontation.

The man padded slowly, softly, through the reeds as he sniffed and pulled in the scents of game. He caught what he could but quickly lost interest, he continued on and decided to hit the water hole. Once he arrived the man crouched down towards the softly rippling edges of the water, taking a few laps with his salmon tongue, eyes ever wary of his surroundings the entire time. Audits twitching to every sound so as not to be caught off guard.

[Image: ddid397-576d1747-b232-4450-83e2-f5373dfc...L-RqTOHhmc]
]]> <![CDATA[Corroded, only cold inside my soul.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12629 Sun, 12 Jul 2026 18:34:05 -0400 Astarot]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12629
Skill: Ranger



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"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”


The Duke had managed to make it here, to the place where they were going to finally settle. Az was thankful they had come to the place where they were to stay, for a while, but he wasn't thankful for the heat. Padding through the tall grasses he made his way towards the sound of water, a welcome embrace to his audits against the shushing of the reeds.

As he came to the edge of the waters the male flicked bi-colored optics upwards from his hunched position, eyes ever wary of his surroundings. They were new, fresh, crisp, and he had to take it all in as much as he could. There were strange animals loping and creatures that lurked just above the surface. After a few long laps the male stood and looked around.

Off in the distance there was a forest made of large thick trunked giants, towering high and wide above everything, offering shade below their broad arms. Smiling a little the male made his way over to the trees, once he'd made it he dropped. His body made a loud thump against the heated grounds as he sighed and panted a little, trying to get adjusted to the heat as quickly as he could. They were here for good.


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Skill: Ranger



[Image: dbu2awo-a24b3c7c-bc33-4123-9830-d7b7415b...CN2d8ZZ46A]

"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”


The Duke had managed to make it here, to the place where they were going to finally settle. Az was thankful they had come to the place where they were to stay, for a while, but he wasn't thankful for the heat. Padding through the tall grasses he made his way towards the sound of water, a welcome embrace to his audits against the shushing of the reeds.

As he came to the edge of the waters the male flicked bi-colored optics upwards from his hunched position, eyes ever wary of his surroundings. They were new, fresh, crisp, and he had to take it all in as much as he could. There were strange animals loping and creatures that lurked just above the surface. After a few long laps the male stood and looked around.

Off in the distance there was a forest made of large thick trunked giants, towering high and wide above everything, offering shade below their broad arms. Smiling a little the male made his way over to the trees, once he'd made it he dropped. His body made a loud thump against the heated grounds as he sighed and panted a little, trying to get adjusted to the heat as quickly as he could. They were here for good.


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]]> <![CDATA[gluttony]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12620 Sun, 12 Jul 2026 14:41:40 -0400 Baobab]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12620
water is a-clamor with chaos, white with foam. and oh, a lumbering and glorious beast she is! most beautiful, most powerful! a toss of her mighty head, rending the croc's spine into two. a luscious snap and it is limp. a glorious spray of blood, a river from her mouth.

black water churns with the weight of her. a swing of her head and the looming grasslands behind her have shifted— what once was green now shines gold. no scent of calves or of bulls. no clamor of herdmates.

baobab is utterly alone...

alone....alone.

yes, yes! a pond to herself! endless grass to sate her!

lowing jubilantly, baobab descends into murk.
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water is a-clamor with chaos, white with foam. and oh, a lumbering and glorious beast she is! most beautiful, most powerful! a toss of her mighty head, rending the croc's spine into two. a luscious snap and it is limp. a glorious spray of blood, a river from her mouth.

black water churns with the weight of her. a swing of her head and the looming grasslands behind her have shifted— what once was green now shines gold. no scent of calves or of bulls. no clamor of herdmates.

baobab is utterly alone...

alone....alone.

yes, yes! a pond to herself! endless grass to sate her!

lowing jubilantly, baobab descends into murk.
]]> <![CDATA[dó]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12371 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 07:30:34 -0400 Sancha]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12371
previously...
she laughs. for all the weight of the downward drag of her skin, her mirth is as bell-light as ever.

sancha swings the bird in her teeth. pops one shoulder higher.

i've polished many a rusty blade to shining.

she follows her lion at a chaste distance. the daring ebb of her affections, as certain as that of the lagoon sea.

a turn into foliage. fronds caress her length. she hears speak. he does not hear her reply;


is it only meekness when a woman shows fear? or are you-

when she turns, there is nothing.

as if she'd crossed a clearing, instead of stepped off the trail. behind her is a woodland she does not remember.

the bird slides from her teeth, smooth. it hits the ground. sancha looks down - a pristine skeleton. feathers scatter from it. in her own lips are two, yellow.

sancha stands still.

then she smiles slow.

it has always been only a dream.

while to her it might seem like moments have passed, it is currently the date of posting, and sancha has aged eight months
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previously...
she laughs. for all the weight of the downward drag of her skin, her mirth is as bell-light as ever.

sancha swings the bird in her teeth. pops one shoulder higher.

i've polished many a rusty blade to shining.

she follows her lion at a chaste distance. the daring ebb of her affections, as certain as that of the lagoon sea.

a turn into foliage. fronds caress her length. she hears speak. he does not hear her reply;


is it only meekness when a woman shows fear? or are you-

when she turns, there is nothing.

as if she'd crossed a clearing, instead of stepped off the trail. behind her is a woodland she does not remember.

the bird slides from her teeth, smooth. it hits the ground. sancha looks down - a pristine skeleton. feathers scatter from it. in her own lips are two, yellow.

sancha stands still.

then she smiles slow.

it has always been only a dream.

while to her it might seem like moments have passed, it is currently the date of posting, and sancha has aged eight months
]]> <![CDATA[aglow]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11916 Sat, 30 May 2026 18:47:45 -0400 Uhuru]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11916
their savannah was silent.

uhuru most oft deferred to in their hunting, their sleeping, and their locales of exploration.

he was scarce parted from her side unless she persisted in solitude.

in those times, he hunted hyena in the shimmering heat.

here, evening fell, and he sent his voice scouring across the grassland in stentorian warning.
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their savannah was silent.

uhuru most oft deferred to in their hunting, their sleeping, and their locales of exploration.

he was scarce parted from her side unless she persisted in solitude.

in those times, he hunted hyena in the shimmering heat.

here, evening fell, and he sent his voice scouring across the grassland in stentorian warning.
]]> <![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[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[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.]]>