<![CDATA[R-Vivarium - Spirited Highlands]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 12:34:47 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[necromancin' dancin']]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7935 Fri, 06 Jun 2025 09:04:09 -0400 Sreda]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7935
Skill:
Set just outside of Elysium!
? And AW!
Thread TW in general for descriptions of gore/death/etc.
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Despite the nature of the supernatural, it was in Sreda's nature to search for reason. More often than not, she would find it — even if it meant that the reason only made sense to her. It didn't matter to her if others could not wrap their minds around the intricacies of the otherworldly. It wasn't her fault that she had been born with more intuition about these things than your average wolf.

Sreda knew, though, that the rest would all have to learn about such things eventually. Most only learned the truth of death when faced with it themselves. So, when the plague came, it only furthered her suspicions: learn, adapt, or face demise.

All options were viable.

Mythris was cursed (of course). It always had been, but only as of late had it made itself known to everyone. And in doing so, the lands themselves cried for help, with the spirits of their ancestors reaching through the ether. The Visitor tried to instill hope within them ... hope that perhaps the curse could be circumvented. And perhaps it could. Or ... perhaps Mythris was too far gone. Too poisoned by the haunted demons of the past.

There was only one way to find out.

Sreda lurked through the dark mist, the stench of the water still hovering in the air despite having left the confines of the Respite. The plague had chosen to target Elysium first, and Sreda took this both as an invitation and a challenge. The woman would lower her head to the ground, sorting through the plethora of rotten smells as she continued to move toward what had drawn her here in the first place: a deer corpse.

With precise steps, she neared the deer, eyeing it impassively with a curt frown embellished on her lips. She'd been studying the effect of the plague on bats and rats, but this was a much larger prize. Learning about this plague would begin with observing its impact on living bodies.
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Skill:
Set just outside of Elysium!
? And AW!
Thread TW in general for descriptions of gore/death/etc.
[Image: dblxk1u-206919d9-ca61-483a-82dd-8f771da2...1lKuoRAFOw]
Despite the nature of the supernatural, it was in Sreda's nature to search for reason. More often than not, she would find it — even if it meant that the reason only made sense to her. It didn't matter to her if others could not wrap their minds around the intricacies of the otherworldly. It wasn't her fault that she had been born with more intuition about these things than your average wolf.

Sreda knew, though, that the rest would all have to learn about such things eventually. Most only learned the truth of death when faced with it themselves. So, when the plague came, it only furthered her suspicions: learn, adapt, or face demise.

All options were viable.

Mythris was cursed (of course). It always had been, but only as of late had it made itself known to everyone. And in doing so, the lands themselves cried for help, with the spirits of their ancestors reaching through the ether. The Visitor tried to instill hope within them ... hope that perhaps the curse could be circumvented. And perhaps it could. Or ... perhaps Mythris was too far gone. Too poisoned by the haunted demons of the past.

There was only one way to find out.

Sreda lurked through the dark mist, the stench of the water still hovering in the air despite having left the confines of the Respite. The plague had chosen to target Elysium first, and Sreda took this both as an invitation and a challenge. The woman would lower her head to the ground, sorting through the plethora of rotten smells as she continued to move toward what had drawn her here in the first place: a deer corpse.

With precise steps, she neared the deer, eyeing it impassively with a curt frown embellished on her lips. She'd been studying the effect of the plague on bats and rats, but this was a much larger prize. Learning about this plague would begin with observing its impact on living bodies.
]]> <![CDATA[Anyone call for takeout?]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7934 Thu, 05 Jun 2025 11:03:39 -0400 Amaris]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7934
[Image: f2u-icon-moon-and-star-by-kimmytheredhead-d9j8p0i.gif]
Skill: Soothsayer
(After the mass dream & hunting for food but also runes) Aelia is assumed nearby
Sleep had not found him easily, but when it ultimately had, it was not the welcomed darkness that greeted him. Instead, fragmented memories that were not his own flooded his brain like a symphony of poisonous venom. It churned in his subconscious like an itch that could not be scratched. And Amaris, he became the untimely visitor that could do nothing more than watch as the series of terrible events unfolded.

Amaris stood in that dream-like state, watching with abject horror as the eyes of many visitors glowed with a tint of blue. The hunger, the voice had described, as the memories of fallen bodies and withered souls perished beneath the earth and sea. And just as quickly as the dream had come, it ended just the same.

Amaris had woken that morning to his own etchings of hunger; a quiet pull that grew from a seed within his stomach and grumbled just as loudly. Aelia? He called out against his crumbled form of tangled limbs as he hoisted himself to a stand. Her position beside him had grown cold in his slumber, evidence alone that she had gone off to search.

Hunger, he mumbled quietly to himself, drawing back the exhaustion from his weary gaze through a series of fluttering blinks. They needed to eat just as much as they needed to drink. Perhaps, he would find something for them both.

And so he took to the south-east, careful not to stray too far from his twin, where his scent could not be reached; but he headed toward the loping hills with a dollop of hope intertwined like a light behind his gaze.

The voice spoke of hunger, and whether it was a warning or a clue, the message did not matter. For now, it was a reminder to consume, and consume Amaris would.

The scent of prey was scarce along his senses, but it did not stop the Moon from trying. His paws would push along the faded grass of what had once been a horizon of green and vibrant yellow. His body would weave between the boulders that jutted out from the midst of the forsaken earth, following an intuitive trail that he felt so keenly within his bones. And for what had felt like hours, he would attempt a hunt, searching endlessly for something and anything that would quench that growing hunger.

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[Image: f2u-icon-moon-and-star-by-kimmytheredhead-d9j8p0i.gif]
Skill: Soothsayer
(After the mass dream & hunting for food but also runes) Aelia is assumed nearby
Sleep had not found him easily, but when it ultimately had, it was not the welcomed darkness that greeted him. Instead, fragmented memories that were not his own flooded his brain like a symphony of poisonous venom. It churned in his subconscious like an itch that could not be scratched. And Amaris, he became the untimely visitor that could do nothing more than watch as the series of terrible events unfolded.

Amaris stood in that dream-like state, watching with abject horror as the eyes of many visitors glowed with a tint of blue. The hunger, the voice had described, as the memories of fallen bodies and withered souls perished beneath the earth and sea. And just as quickly as the dream had come, it ended just the same.

Amaris had woken that morning to his own etchings of hunger; a quiet pull that grew from a seed within his stomach and grumbled just as loudly. Aelia? He called out against his crumbled form of tangled limbs as he hoisted himself to a stand. Her position beside him had grown cold in his slumber, evidence alone that she had gone off to search.

Hunger, he mumbled quietly to himself, drawing back the exhaustion from his weary gaze through a series of fluttering blinks. They needed to eat just as much as they needed to drink. Perhaps, he would find something for them both.

And so he took to the south-east, careful not to stray too far from his twin, where his scent could not be reached; but he headed toward the loping hills with a dollop of hope intertwined like a light behind his gaze.

The voice spoke of hunger, and whether it was a warning or a clue, the message did not matter. For now, it was a reminder to consume, and consume Amaris would.

The scent of prey was scarce along his senses, but it did not stop the Moon from trying. His paws would push along the faded grass of what had once been a horizon of green and vibrant yellow. His body would weave between the boulders that jutted out from the midst of the forsaken earth, following an intuitive trail that he felt so keenly within his bones. And for what had felt like hours, he would attempt a hunt, searching endlessly for something and anything that would quench that growing hunger.

]]> <![CDATA[Strange things did happen here]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7919 Tue, 03 Jun 2025 14:38:21 -0400 Amon]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7919
Set the morning after the second mass dream
Skill: Ranger

Amon woke with a start, the fur on his spine rippling for a moment as he got his barings again.

This wasn't the first weird dream he's had, though given how it seemed to play out like it was supposed to immediately follow the last weird one he had..This wasn't a curse thing. This wasn't past memories he'd long forgotten coming to haunt him, these were visions.

Nothing he can really do about it though, besides go about his day.

Patrols wait for no one, so the man slipped out of his den and stretched, before ruffling his fur and heading out. Through the trees, the paths he's worn down by now in the year and a half they've been here, ears perked and eyes scanning the distance while thoughts of the silly little runes danced in his head.]]>
Set the morning after the second mass dream
Skill: Ranger

Amon woke with a start, the fur on his spine rippling for a moment as he got his barings again.

This wasn't the first weird dream he's had, though given how it seemed to play out like it was supposed to immediately follow the last weird one he had..This wasn't a curse thing. This wasn't past memories he'd long forgotten coming to haunt him, these were visions.

Nothing he can really do about it though, besides go about his day.

Patrols wait for no one, so the man slipped out of his den and stretched, before ruffling his fur and heading out. Through the trees, the paths he's worn down by now in the year and a half they've been here, ears perked and eyes scanning the distance while thoughts of the silly little runes danced in his head.]]> <![CDATA[Can't never could]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7916 Tue, 03 Jun 2025 12:13:13 -0400 Fable]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7916 [Image: Viv_FablePost.gif]
SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )

From the meadow to the Rise, Fable trekked through the night and, by the time they reached the standing stones, dawn broke through the blanket of night.

Fatigue wore at the edges of the dreamer, but she was adamant about returning to her family as soon as possible. Something about hearing the voices for the first time so intimately managed to give her the fortitude she needed to press on despite her achy limbs and tired paws.

There had to be answers here - there had to be; the plea echoed within her mind as she surveyed the stones. They looked entirely how she recalled them: stalwart, omniscient. She was certain they could hear them and were aware of their presence. The stones stood tall and steadfast in the sea of low-lying mist.

Even in her life before, such stones were mechanisms of magic. They served as a conduit between their plane and beyond the veil, porous and carrying a quality that made her hair stand on end with anticipation.

We're here, Fable announced quietly as she paused near a stone. Green eyes peered up at it, her brows stitched in thought. Admittedly, she didn't know what to look for - runes varied so greatly in shape, quality, material - but she kept moving, leaving no stone unturned as she investigated the area.
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SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )

From the meadow to the Rise, Fable trekked through the night and, by the time they reached the standing stones, dawn broke through the blanket of night.

Fatigue wore at the edges of the dreamer, but she was adamant about returning to her family as soon as possible. Something about hearing the voices for the first time so intimately managed to give her the fortitude she needed to press on despite her achy limbs and tired paws.

There had to be answers here - there had to be; the plea echoed within her mind as she surveyed the stones. They looked entirely how she recalled them: stalwart, omniscient. She was certain they could hear them and were aware of their presence. The stones stood tall and steadfast in the sea of low-lying mist.

Even in her life before, such stones were mechanisms of magic. They served as a conduit between their plane and beyond the veil, porous and carrying a quality that made her hair stand on end with anticipation.

We're here, Fable announced quietly as she paused near a stone. Green eyes peered up at it, her brows stitched in thought. Admittedly, she didn't know what to look for - runes varied so greatly in shape, quality, material - but she kept moving, leaving no stone unturned as she investigated the area.
]]> <![CDATA[[AW] discover new ways you'll escape]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7915 Tue, 03 Jun 2025 11:19:13 -0400 Aelia]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7915
morning after the mass dream
skill: soothsayer

The sunlight peaks over the horizons of the Highshear Cliffs, casting its golden rays over the Druid's Rise. Long shadows stand still and tall, the monument of large stones unwavering, but holding down only darkness that the sun does not reach. The search had run the Moon and Sun ragged. Aelia, no matter how many puddles of rainwater she slurped, still felt weak and dehydrated. The water didn't cure the slight burns that crept up Aelia's tufted ankles, nor fatten her starting on her emaciated form. Not many prey animals stuck around after the river turned to poisonous ooze; they were having to resort to desperate measures for food. Insects, plant matter, whatever they could pick at. All in all, it was looking bad for the Highlands. Who knew how much time longer they had left before the plague spread to the furthest reaches?

It had been a stark awakening; the dream that overtook her sleep was a restless one. She'd tossed and turned, but never woke, the past being played out before her very eyes — trying to tell her something. This time, the dream was not sent as a warning, but as a helpful notion in their hunt for runes.

'Search the broken edge.' — 'It is the hunger.'

Her lunar eyes flash awake, the voices still echoing in her head. 'The broken edge?' Her thoughts immediately flash back to the memory of meeting Thaddeus on the edges of Behemoth's Brim and then the wicked territory that lay further past it — Leviathian's Sepulcher. She remembered stories about that place as a kid — where the wolf dragons lived. She wondered if they were still out there, haunting the jutting landmark. 'Could that be it?'

She can't sleep with it on her mind, so she left the outcropping of rocks (separate from the monument farther off) and walked herself towards the fresh water source that she'd stumbled across. A small part of a lake that led into the Great Woodlands, a place she'd never been, but truthfully, was seeming like a better option than the Highlands... Could she get her mothers to move just for a little while? Maybe this dream... It would encourage them. It was a sign, the tides were turning, secrets were being revealed, and in time, this curse would lift. It had to. The Five wouldn't let them drown in the ooze.

it is assumed is somewhere nearby since they are currently traveling together!
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morning after the mass dream
skill: soothsayer

The sunlight peaks over the horizons of the Highshear Cliffs, casting its golden rays over the Druid's Rise. Long shadows stand still and tall, the monument of large stones unwavering, but holding down only darkness that the sun does not reach. The search had run the Moon and Sun ragged. Aelia, no matter how many puddles of rainwater she slurped, still felt weak and dehydrated. The water didn't cure the slight burns that crept up Aelia's tufted ankles, nor fatten her starting on her emaciated form. Not many prey animals stuck around after the river turned to poisonous ooze; they were having to resort to desperate measures for food. Insects, plant matter, whatever they could pick at. All in all, it was looking bad for the Highlands. Who knew how much time longer they had left before the plague spread to the furthest reaches?

It had been a stark awakening; the dream that overtook her sleep was a restless one. She'd tossed and turned, but never woke, the past being played out before her very eyes — trying to tell her something. This time, the dream was not sent as a warning, but as a helpful notion in their hunt for runes.

'Search the broken edge.' — 'It is the hunger.'

Her lunar eyes flash awake, the voices still echoing in her head. 'The broken edge?' Her thoughts immediately flash back to the memory of meeting Thaddeus on the edges of Behemoth's Brim and then the wicked territory that lay further past it — Leviathian's Sepulcher. She remembered stories about that place as a kid — where the wolf dragons lived. She wondered if they were still out there, haunting the jutting landmark. 'Could that be it?'

She can't sleep with it on her mind, so she left the outcropping of rocks (separate from the monument farther off) and walked herself towards the fresh water source that she'd stumbled across. A small part of a lake that led into the Great Woodlands, a place she'd never been, but truthfully, was seeming like a better option than the Highlands... Could she get her mothers to move just for a little while? Maybe this dream... It would encourage them. It was a sign, the tides were turning, secrets were being revealed, and in time, this curse would lift. It had to. The Five wouldn't let them drown in the ooze.

it is assumed is somewhere nearby since they are currently traveling together!
]]> <![CDATA[# Green]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7885 Sat, 31 May 2025 16:32:02 -0400 Athella]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7885
Open, but special shout out to

First there had been everything. Then, nothing. No weight. No warmth or cold. No silence. Not even knowing.

Was this, Athella thought, what it was like not to exist?

Surely not, for if so, such an echo wouldn't even have formed in this dormant part of her mind.
Warm air beckoned her, sucked into her lungs and spat out in a hacking of blood.

Her fractured form slowly pieced itself back together. Reformed on new soil, under new sky. Baptized by a cold, skin pricking rain.

An entrance as unremarkable as she was. No great cries to non- existent gods. No grand display or rush of out pouring emotion.
She simply accepted her new reality for what it was. Squinting against the rain that beat against her eyelids, she peered into the fading light. Tried to find any clue of anything vaguely familiar. But there was none. Her valley was gone.]]>
Open, but special shout out to

First there had been everything. Then, nothing. No weight. No warmth or cold. No silence. Not even knowing.

Was this, Athella thought, what it was like not to exist?

Surely not, for if so, such an echo wouldn't even have formed in this dormant part of her mind.
Warm air beckoned her, sucked into her lungs and spat out in a hacking of blood.

Her fractured form slowly pieced itself back together. Reformed on new soil, under new sky. Baptized by a cold, skin pricking rain.

An entrance as unremarkable as she was. No great cries to non- existent gods. No grand display or rush of out pouring emotion.
She simply accepted her new reality for what it was. Squinting against the rain that beat against her eyelids, she peered into the fading light. Tried to find any clue of anything vaguely familiar. But there was none. Her valley was gone.]]> <![CDATA[rock your body]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7877 Fri, 30 May 2025 22:30:36 -0400 Twitch]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7877
skill: hunter (1/5) ;
the glen is quiet, save for the rustle of branches—too quiet, maybe, but twitch doesn't mind.

she sees them from a short distance, perched along arching branches overhead, feathers puffed against the cold. small things, fragile. too easy to startle, too quick to flee—much like her. she needs to be faster. smoother. she shifts her weight, soft-footed across crisp blades of grass. she tells herself she won’t miss this time. better fuckin' not.

there’s a flicker of hesitation. she can hear her pulse in her ears, that creeping doubt slithering in like it always does. what if she fucks it up? what if she hesitates too long? she grits her teeth. no. focus. you're fine. you just need to move.

muscles coil. a slow inhale. a sharper exhale. then she lunges.]]>
skill: hunter (1/5) ;
the glen is quiet, save for the rustle of branches—too quiet, maybe, but twitch doesn't mind.

she sees them from a short distance, perched along arching branches overhead, feathers puffed against the cold. small things, fragile. too easy to startle, too quick to flee—much like her. she needs to be faster. smoother. she shifts her weight, soft-footed across crisp blades of grass. she tells herself she won’t miss this time. better fuckin' not.

there’s a flicker of hesitation. she can hear her pulse in her ears, that creeping doubt slithering in like it always does. what if she fucks it up? what if she hesitates too long? she grits her teeth. no. focus. you're fine. you just need to move.

muscles coil. a slow inhale. a sharper exhale. then she lunges.]]> <![CDATA[We all goes hard every second on the summit.]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7873 Fri, 30 May 2025 16:42:48 -0400 Abaddon]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7873
Skill:
Set around 12am.


Curling his tongue over his lips the boy let out a yawn. Ever since Lithe had left Abaddon had spent his time pacing the borders where she had exited and torturing and killing critters near the place she'd gone and he hoped prayed that he'd catch her on her way back in.

Sighing Abaddon rose to large paws from his sphynx like position in the mouth of the den, a behemoth of a child standing still as stone in the doorway, and tilted his head up towards the sky. Taking a moment to breathe out the thoughts The Devil stared out at the round pregnant orb that lay suspended in the sky above him. Blinking the crimson and citrine optics of his sire and dam Abaddon let his mind clear, shoving out all thoughts of Lithe and his confusion from his head, before he headed out towards the borders.

It didn't take him long to scale down the mountain to the flowered borders, wrinkling his nose at the scent of the blossoms as he stopped in the lush grasses, he took a deep breath to see if Lithe had returned and he felt a tickle in his nose as he inhaled through his nostrils. Wrinkling up his face the boy took a few breaths inward before he let out a loud violent sneeze. His head flung downwards with the force of the bodily function, his eyes clenched shut and welling with liquid as he shuddered at the end of his violence.

It took him a moment to catch his breath but when he did the boy let out a small chuckle of amusement, rolling his shoulders and looking around to see if anybody saw his ridiculous action. The Destroyer felt a breeze roll through the grasses at the borders, shifting his fur a little with the motion of it, and shrugged as he looked around for something to torture while he was down here.

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Skill:
Set around 12am.


Curling his tongue over his lips the boy let out a yawn. Ever since Lithe had left Abaddon had spent his time pacing the borders where she had exited and torturing and killing critters near the place she'd gone and he hoped prayed that he'd catch her on her way back in.

Sighing Abaddon rose to large paws from his sphynx like position in the mouth of the den, a behemoth of a child standing still as stone in the doorway, and tilted his head up towards the sky. Taking a moment to breathe out the thoughts The Devil stared out at the round pregnant orb that lay suspended in the sky above him. Blinking the crimson and citrine optics of his sire and dam Abaddon let his mind clear, shoving out all thoughts of Lithe and his confusion from his head, before he headed out towards the borders.

It didn't take him long to scale down the mountain to the flowered borders, wrinkling his nose at the scent of the blossoms as he stopped in the lush grasses, he took a deep breath to see if Lithe had returned and he felt a tickle in his nose as he inhaled through his nostrils. Wrinkling up his face the boy took a few breaths inward before he let out a loud violent sneeze. His head flung downwards with the force of the bodily function, his eyes clenched shut and welling with liquid as he shuddered at the end of his violence.

It took him a moment to catch his breath but when he did the boy let out a small chuckle of amusement, rolling his shoulders and looking around to see if anybody saw his ridiculous action. The Destroyer felt a breeze roll through the grasses at the borders, shifting his fur a little with the motion of it, and shrugged as he looked around for something to torture while he was down here.

]]> <![CDATA[riverdance]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7863 Fri, 30 May 2025 11:30:18 -0400 Kirain]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7863
Kirain’s ears pinned back, worry unfurling like smoke in her chest. Instinct tightened her muscles, urging her forward. She left their shared den in a rush, her gaze sweeping the world outside.

The forest stood in silent perfection. The trees, tall, unmoving. The flora, vibrant, untouched. Too perfect.

No. She didn’t trust it.

With a growing sense of unease, she pressed on toward the standing stones. They loomed as they always had: ancient, solemn, immovable. Still, her nerves bristled, the fur along her spine rising. Something was wrong.

She continued her patrol, weaving through familiar paths and watching everything—rocks, roots, even the other creatures of the Rise. Nothing stood out. Nothing explained the creeping dread curling in her gut.

And still, it grew.

Turning back toward the den, her steps quickened. Her eyes searched until she found her voice.

? she called, her tone edged with urgency.

If anyone could track down the source of this wrongness, it was him.
She hoped to the stars he could.]]>
Kirain’s ears pinned back, worry unfurling like smoke in her chest. Instinct tightened her muscles, urging her forward. She left their shared den in a rush, her gaze sweeping the world outside.

The forest stood in silent perfection. The trees, tall, unmoving. The flora, vibrant, untouched. Too perfect.

No. She didn’t trust it.

With a growing sense of unease, she pressed on toward the standing stones. They loomed as they always had: ancient, solemn, immovable. Still, her nerves bristled, the fur along her spine rising. Something was wrong.

She continued her patrol, weaving through familiar paths and watching everything—rocks, roots, even the other creatures of the Rise. Nothing stood out. Nothing explained the creeping dread curling in her gut.

And still, it grew.

Turning back toward the den, her steps quickened. Her eyes searched until she found her voice.

? she called, her tone edged with urgency.

If anyone could track down the source of this wrongness, it was him.
She hoped to the stars he could.]]> <![CDATA[if you're missing me more than i know; then why don't you fill me in?]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7861 Fri, 30 May 2025 11:19:18 -0400 Aelia]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7861
skill: ranger

The two twins had been traveling with one another since the encounter with... Whatever it was. Albeit the air between them still ached with an awkward tension. There had been small interactions between the two since the incident with their Bubushka , but nothing extravagant. It was clear that Aelia still cared for Amaris even through her unresolved feelings of being left out. It was her instinct to throw herself in front of the Moon when things seemed dire. It didn't matter if they'd been parted from one another for centuries; the Sun would always chase the Moon.

And through the fire and flames of this new, unraveling curse, and their homeland evolving into a toxic wasteland — all of it seemed so insignificant. In the end, she missed her twin, and with all this madness spreading, who knew how much longer the two of them might have with one another. She believed that there was a cure and that the Five guided them in the quest for runes, but hope was starting to dwindle. Dehydration was setting in; it was getting to push herself up each morning and resist the rushing of the noxious river nearby. Even with them treading further and further away, the rush remained in her ears.

Though today, they were lucky — at least, due to the rain. It provided a fresh swell of water in small puddles away from the river. Of course, there was no way to know if the ground was seeped with malignant intent, but the Daystar couldn't fathom a care. If it looked slightly clearer than the water from the river, she was slurping it up. Dirt covered her maw, patches of burnt skin tattered across her lower legs from being too close to the river and lake, bags underneath her eyes, and her usual lunar eyes bloodshot. She looked like a mess, and felt like it too.

Amaris, drink. Even if she wanted to resist, at this point, she couldn't, and urged her twin to indulge as well. It had to be better than the river, and if they didn't get some water soon, she feared they might both perish. I think the whole river is poisoned, we're going to have to find another water source or... The reality of it all was setting in. It wouldn't be much longer before wolves started dying. They needed to find something soon, otherwise, they were going to have to leave the Respite. And even worse, somehow convince their mothers as well.


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skill: ranger

The two twins had been traveling with one another since the encounter with... Whatever it was. Albeit the air between them still ached with an awkward tension. There had been small interactions between the two since the incident with their Bubushka , but nothing extravagant. It was clear that Aelia still cared for Amaris even through her unresolved feelings of being left out. It was her instinct to throw herself in front of the Moon when things seemed dire. It didn't matter if they'd been parted from one another for centuries; the Sun would always chase the Moon.

And through the fire and flames of this new, unraveling curse, and their homeland evolving into a toxic wasteland — all of it seemed so insignificant. In the end, she missed her twin, and with all this madness spreading, who knew how much longer the two of them might have with one another. She believed that there was a cure and that the Five guided them in the quest for runes, but hope was starting to dwindle. Dehydration was setting in; it was getting to push herself up each morning and resist the rushing of the noxious river nearby. Even with them treading further and further away, the rush remained in her ears.

Though today, they were lucky — at least, due to the rain. It provided a fresh swell of water in small puddles away from the river. Of course, there was no way to know if the ground was seeped with malignant intent, but the Daystar couldn't fathom a care. If it looked slightly clearer than the water from the river, she was slurping it up. Dirt covered her maw, patches of burnt skin tattered across her lower legs from being too close to the river and lake, bags underneath her eyes, and her usual lunar eyes bloodshot. She looked like a mess, and felt like it too.

Amaris, drink. Even if she wanted to resist, at this point, she couldn't, and urged her twin to indulge as well. It had to be better than the river, and if they didn't get some water soon, she feared they might both perish. I think the whole river is poisoned, we're going to have to find another water source or... The reality of it all was setting in. It wouldn't be much longer before wolves started dying. They needed to find something soon, otherwise, they were going to have to leave the Respite. And even worse, somehow convince their mothers as well.


]]> <![CDATA[All the shock that I had made me sick, and disgusted inside.]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7824 Tue, 27 May 2025 11:47:16 -0400 Abaddon]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7824
Skill:
Set around 2am.


Abaddon had been restless in the past couple weeks since had been gone…

She had gone from a terrible little play toy to his obsession…

Momma had snapped something inside of him that day…

The day that he played tug of war with her body with …

Curling his tongue over his lips the boy paced the borders in the forests following her distant scent to them. Stopping at the line of piss the higher ups put down he sniffed the air and metaphorically watched her scent trail outwards and beyond…

His heart twinged with panic…

What… The fuck…

Blinking Ab shook her head and panted with worry and concern. Where was she going? Why was she going? Would she think of him? Suddenly one singular thought appeared, near visually, and he shook his head again.

Why did he care…?

Abaddon didn’t normally have feelings but when they did they were big boy feelings that he didn’t understand and couldn’t handle…

Abaddon took only a few moments to stand and stare out along her path away from him before he turned around and ran as fast as he could to the den where Momma usually was when she wasn’t out and about.

The moon shone down on the chilly night, cooling the ivory pelt of the bi-toned boy, as he flew. Once he arrived the boy stood in the entrance, the moon illuminating his back half and shadowing out his front. He stood like a devil in the night as he scanned the den for Momma…

Once he found her the boy anxiously walked over to Nyra and nudged her with his cold wet nose. A whimper escaped his lips as he murmured in his deep male tones. Momma… Momma… He urgently pressed as he tried to wake her.
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Skill:
Set around 2am.


Abaddon had been restless in the past couple weeks since had been gone…

She had gone from a terrible little play toy to his obsession…

Momma had snapped something inside of him that day…

The day that he played tug of war with her body with …

Curling his tongue over his lips the boy paced the borders in the forests following her distant scent to them. Stopping at the line of piss the higher ups put down he sniffed the air and metaphorically watched her scent trail outwards and beyond…

His heart twinged with panic…

What… The fuck…

Blinking Ab shook her head and panted with worry and concern. Where was she going? Why was she going? Would she think of him? Suddenly one singular thought appeared, near visually, and he shook his head again.

Why did he care…?

Abaddon didn’t normally have feelings but when they did they were big boy feelings that he didn’t understand and couldn’t handle…

Abaddon took only a few moments to stand and stare out along her path away from him before he turned around and ran as fast as he could to the den where Momma usually was when she wasn’t out and about.

The moon shone down on the chilly night, cooling the ivory pelt of the bi-toned boy, as he flew. Once he arrived the boy stood in the entrance, the moon illuminating his back half and shadowing out his front. He stood like a devil in the night as he scanned the den for Momma…

Once he found her the boy anxiously walked over to Nyra and nudged her with his cold wet nose. A whimper escaped his lips as he murmured in his deep male tones. Momma… Momma… He urgently pressed as he tried to wake her.
]]> <![CDATA[I summoned you, please come to me.]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7823 Tue, 27 May 2025 11:05:28 -0400 Glitch]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7823
Skill:
[Image: dcpfye0-48439b3c-aa19-40f7-aeb0-1f24f79a...T5LZGNK4wk]
I can add a path on the map if needed!
He hadn't really left his den much recently other than the pack meeting and to trail behind Ama a bit. Today he felt a pull towards... Somewhere... A tug at his breast, and he decided with the bright sunny weather that echoed through the sky that today was probably a good day to get out and do... Something...

So with that he nudged his Skully goodbye with a small smile and a yip before he headed out towards whatever was yanking on his chest. He thought that it might be important, he hadn't ever felt anything like this before, it was like an anxious cold feeling in his heart and it caused his to trot his way down and down the mountain he currently called home.

The boy passed a beautiful cherry blossom tree, taking a moment to admire the beauty of it. The boy smiled as he stood beneath it, stood at the base with paws on the roots that poked out, taking a deep breath and inhaling the light scent with closed eyes... Then he noticed something... Similar in the air, something he knew, something... Dangerous...

His eyes flung open as he bit his lip with nervousness, the pull was dragging his path along the ground towards the waters that raged down and away from the mountain. Furrowing his eyebrows the Russian blue boy padded to the edges and took a deep breath, remembering the scent of poisons he knew and didn't. It was familiar and yet not... He knew the scent of poison but not this poison...

He could feel the sun beating down warmly on his spine but chose to ignore the warmth that tried to chase away that anxious bucket of water he was feeling. Eyes narrowed as he let out a whimper, smelling the waters that threatened his senses and yet still drew him to its lapping waves...

Waves that once were a crystalline blue, a color that mirrored the sky now mirrored something similar to his own optics, dancing indigo children along the surface of the bouncing liquid before him. Bringing his nose to the edge of the discolored liquid he sniffed at it and tilted his head to the left as he brought a paw out to touch the surface of the strange rushing waves.

Burning suddenly raced through his veins like ice as he yelped and hopped backwards a few times, shaking his paw like mad to try and free it of the burning poison that singed his paw pad. The bottom had been burned by the poisoned liquid that was once clear and had held his previous home. He looked at it with squinting his eyes and he whimpered, sounds that pitched and fell through the empty area near the cherry blossom
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Skill:
[Image: dcpfye0-48439b3c-aa19-40f7-aeb0-1f24f79a...T5LZGNK4wk]
I can add a path on the map if needed!
He hadn't really left his den much recently other than the pack meeting and to trail behind Ama a bit. Today he felt a pull towards... Somewhere... A tug at his breast, and he decided with the bright sunny weather that echoed through the sky that today was probably a good day to get out and do... Something...

So with that he nudged his Skully goodbye with a small smile and a yip before he headed out towards whatever was yanking on his chest. He thought that it might be important, he hadn't ever felt anything like this before, it was like an anxious cold feeling in his heart and it caused his to trot his way down and down the mountain he currently called home.

The boy passed a beautiful cherry blossom tree, taking a moment to admire the beauty of it. The boy smiled as he stood beneath it, stood at the base with paws on the roots that poked out, taking a deep breath and inhaling the light scent with closed eyes... Then he noticed something... Similar in the air, something he knew, something... Dangerous...

His eyes flung open as he bit his lip with nervousness, the pull was dragging his path along the ground towards the waters that raged down and away from the mountain. Furrowing his eyebrows the Russian blue boy padded to the edges and took a deep breath, remembering the scent of poisons he knew and didn't. It was familiar and yet not... He knew the scent of poison but not this poison...

He could feel the sun beating down warmly on his spine but chose to ignore the warmth that tried to chase away that anxious bucket of water he was feeling. Eyes narrowed as he let out a whimper, smelling the waters that threatened his senses and yet still drew him to its lapping waves...

Waves that once were a crystalline blue, a color that mirrored the sky now mirrored something similar to his own optics, dancing indigo children along the surface of the bouncing liquid before him. Bringing his nose to the edge of the discolored liquid he sniffed at it and tilted his head to the left as he brought a paw out to touch the surface of the strange rushing waves.

Burning suddenly raced through his veins like ice as he yelped and hopped backwards a few times, shaking his paw like mad to try and free it of the burning poison that singed his paw pad. The bottom had been burned by the poisoned liquid that was once clear and had held his previous home. He looked at it with squinting his eyes and he whimpered, sounds that pitched and fell through the empty area near the cherry blossom
]]> <![CDATA[The night calls]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7800 Sun, 25 May 2025 11:56:57 -0400 Amaris]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7800
[Image: f2u-icon-moon-and-star-by-kimmytheredhead-d9j8p0i.gif]
Skill: Rune Hunting (Ranger)
Beneath the faded moonlight and the star-lit sky, Amaris wandered further into the darkness that surrounded Elysium. Into the forest and down the twisting path of water that all but called to him and his presence. What had once been a place of solace had now turned into a place of misery. His lungs still ached from the water he had consumed previously, his tongue still throbbing from the sweet ingestion he should have denied.

He could not help himself.

Not even as his paws continued to wander down the side of the twisting river.

But he held himself back as much as he could. Ignoring plainly the pull his body felt and the urge that thrived within him to consume.

Instead, he searched for these whispered promises of runes; the items his mother spoke about, the tokens in which this Dream Visitor begged them to find. He did not know what they looked like or what it was that he searched for—but for the sanity of not just himself, but his mothers and pack members, he searched.

Endlessly.

And throughout the night.

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[Image: f2u-icon-moon-and-star-by-kimmytheredhead-d9j8p0i.gif]
Skill: Rune Hunting (Ranger)
Beneath the faded moonlight and the star-lit sky, Amaris wandered further into the darkness that surrounded Elysium. Into the forest and down the twisting path of water that all but called to him and his presence. What had once been a place of solace had now turned into a place of misery. His lungs still ached from the water he had consumed previously, his tongue still throbbing from the sweet ingestion he should have denied.

He could not help himself.

Not even as his paws continued to wander down the side of the twisting river.

But he held himself back as much as he could. Ignoring plainly the pull his body felt and the urge that thrived within him to consume.

Instead, he searched for these whispered promises of runes; the items his mother spoke about, the tokens in which this Dream Visitor begged them to find. He did not know what they looked like or what it was that he searched for—but for the sanity of not just himself, but his mothers and pack members, he searched.

Endlessly.

And throughout the night.

]]> <![CDATA[Let the blood sun come]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7786 Fri, 23 May 2025 16:40:05 -0400 Azalea]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7786
Azalea found the place to be quite interesting, a stark contrast to her tamer homes. She had arrived there by bursting through a bison, born amidst the prey's blood and guts. This new location offered strange and unexplored possibilities. A few nights prior, she had heard an unfamiliar voice in her mind, in a language she could not understand. She was trying to listen to the stars, but instead she swore she heard the wind. Still, Azalea couldn't shake the feeling that she was different in this place, a truth she instinctively knew.

Driven by an aimless curiosity, Azalea traveled westward, her red paws leading her towards anything that piqued her interest. She spotted an unusual structure nestled within the trees, unlike anything she had ever encountered. From afar, it resembled a peculiar stone formation, and her intrigue grew. With nothing pressing her, and her vampiric thirst yet to awaken again after her bison outburst, she decided to follow where her poison green eyes led.

It took Azalea the better part of a day to reach the tree-covered mountain that had captured her attention. She rested at the base for a night. The ascent began in the morning, with a lingering fog that dissipated by the afternoon. As a healthy and strong female wolf in her prime, Azalea was accustomed to an active lifestyle, though she also appreciated moments of leisure, especially with company. While she was capable of making the climb to the strange stone structure, she felt a natural tiredness upon reaching it in the evening.

Arriving at the structure, Azalea drank from a nearby puddle to quench her thirst. A single obvious entrance was before her that she could tell, and she cautiously entered after taking a quick look around. Her senses were alert, nose testing the air, but she detected no immediate presence. Her paws touched the stone, sensing an intentional design that she couldn't quite articulate. It was unlike anything she had naturally encountered before. She found herself more and more interested in this strange stone world.

She continued deeper, observing the stone and its patterns, until her red and white wolven form reached an edge overlooking the vast world. Deciding to rest, Azalea flopped down, and figured the sunset from this vantage point would be rather appealing. Lying on her side and sometimes her back, she meticulously groomed her front paws with her tongue, extending them to view them against the backdrop of sky before resuming her cleaning. A woman needed to maintain her appearance, for one never knew who she might meet.
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Azalea found the place to be quite interesting, a stark contrast to her tamer homes. She had arrived there by bursting through a bison, born amidst the prey's blood and guts. This new location offered strange and unexplored possibilities. A few nights prior, she had heard an unfamiliar voice in her mind, in a language she could not understand. She was trying to listen to the stars, but instead she swore she heard the wind. Still, Azalea couldn't shake the feeling that she was different in this place, a truth she instinctively knew.

Driven by an aimless curiosity, Azalea traveled westward, her red paws leading her towards anything that piqued her interest. She spotted an unusual structure nestled within the trees, unlike anything she had ever encountered. From afar, it resembled a peculiar stone formation, and her intrigue grew. With nothing pressing her, and her vampiric thirst yet to awaken again after her bison outburst, she decided to follow where her poison green eyes led.

It took Azalea the better part of a day to reach the tree-covered mountain that had captured her attention. She rested at the base for a night. The ascent began in the morning, with a lingering fog that dissipated by the afternoon. As a healthy and strong female wolf in her prime, Azalea was accustomed to an active lifestyle, though she also appreciated moments of leisure, especially with company. While she was capable of making the climb to the strange stone structure, she felt a natural tiredness upon reaching it in the evening.

Arriving at the structure, Azalea drank from a nearby puddle to quench her thirst. A single obvious entrance was before her that she could tell, and she cautiously entered after taking a quick look around. Her senses were alert, nose testing the air, but she detected no immediate presence. Her paws touched the stone, sensing an intentional design that she couldn't quite articulate. It was unlike anything she had naturally encountered before. She found herself more and more interested in this strange stone world.

She continued deeper, observing the stone and its patterns, until her red and white wolven form reached an edge overlooking the vast world. Deciding to rest, Azalea flopped down, and figured the sunset from this vantage point would be rather appealing. Lying on her side and sometimes her back, she meticulously groomed her front paws with her tongue, extending them to view them against the backdrop of sky before resuming her cleaning. A woman needed to maintain her appearance, for one never knew who she might meet.
]]> <![CDATA[Silencing The Cries In My Head]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7785 Fri, 23 May 2025 15:12:44 -0400 Kane]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7785
Even just for the night, that's exactly what he did. Kane had taken to the rolling hills not too far off from the spine. Large paws carried him through the thick grasses and towards a hill top that clearly had his name on it. It would be a good vantage point for him, especially to see if anyone had dared to follow the young wolf's trail. It was he who did the stalking, not the other way around.

Eyes of fire and ice looked out over his domain, his body now fully perched upon the hill that gave him a sense of confidence and security. Nothing as of yet. But something could always stir. The buzzing thoughts and emotions going on in his head wouldn't let him settle however. They still kept his body poised, ready to strike at anything that even remotely spoke of danger. For a moment, the silence of this world nearly disturbed him. But after so much chaos back home, the lack of sound felt strangely comforting. Like a warm and heavy blanket coming over him, embracing Kane in its protection. And he didn't want it to end.

He looked up to the heavens, thoughts still whirling around in his mind. The stars twinkled back at him as if winking, all the while being accompanied by the glowing mystical orb that was the moon. It casted down its ethereal light and beauty down to the chimeric boy, almost as if it was saying that it accepted him for what he was. Still he kept his gaze on the night sky, attempting to get lost in what peace he had finally found after all this time on this earth.]]>
Even just for the night, that's exactly what he did. Kane had taken to the rolling hills not too far off from the spine. Large paws carried him through the thick grasses and towards a hill top that clearly had his name on it. It would be a good vantage point for him, especially to see if anyone had dared to follow the young wolf's trail. It was he who did the stalking, not the other way around.

Eyes of fire and ice looked out over his domain, his body now fully perched upon the hill that gave him a sense of confidence and security. Nothing as of yet. But something could always stir. The buzzing thoughts and emotions going on in his head wouldn't let him settle however. They still kept his body poised, ready to strike at anything that even remotely spoke of danger. For a moment, the silence of this world nearly disturbed him. But after so much chaos back home, the lack of sound felt strangely comforting. Like a warm and heavy blanket coming over him, embracing Kane in its protection. And he didn't want it to end.

He looked up to the heavens, thoughts still whirling around in his mind. The stars twinkled back at him as if winking, all the while being accompanied by the glowing mystical orb that was the moon. It casted down its ethereal light and beauty down to the chimeric boy, almost as if it was saying that it accepted him for what he was. Still he kept his gaze on the night sky, attempting to get lost in what peace he had finally found after all this time on this earth.]]>